That spot…was exactly where yesterday the blood core burst out.
Whoosh—!!
In the next second, eerie blue soul flames seemed to want to cremate the corpse of this kin.
They danced and burned endlessly in its sunken eye sockets, in its slightly open mouth, and beneath the dull scales…
Crack — as the soul flames spread through the entire body, the fish-man’s head finally jerked stiffly!
Then…its arms, torso, legs…
This shriveled and grotesque corpse, at that moment…suddenly sat up slowly.
Its eyes, burning with eerie blue soul fire, stared blankly ahead, as if utterly lost in this world of the living.
“Hm chew~ chew~ About a level three undead, I guess.”
Miss Goddess commented softly while eating a banana and rubbing her chin.
Level three undead — back when she was teaching some fragmentary necromancer knowledge, Veil had mentioned this to Ilea.
Level one undead were the lowest trash cannon fodder, like the wandering skeletons found everywhere on the land of the Kingdom of the Dead.
Level two were slightly more capable small fry, such as skeleton soldiers wielding weapons, or slow-moving tough zombies.
Level three undead were roughly on the level of skeleton squad captains — generally skeletal warriors with combat skills, skeletal mages who could cast a few spells, or even stronger stone-skinned zombies.
“So you’re saying…this is now a stone-skinned zombie?”
Ilea moved closer to inspect her very first undead minion, looking it over from head to toe.
The freshly revived zombie also stared blankly back at the living person before it.
Originally…it should have felt extraordinary hatred and resentment toward the living.
But for some reason, when facing the one before it, the zombie felt an irresistible sense of oppression, and instinctively wanted to submit.
“Uuh…”
With almost no intellect, the fish-man zombie instantly chose to follow its instincts.
It let out a hoarse sound from its throat and slowly lowered its head toward Ilea.
“Hmm…I’m not exactly sure, but its strength definitely matches level three.”
Veil scratched her head, casually tossing the banana peel on the ground.
Her eyes could see certain things, but…as always, they were unreliable.
Of course, she knew a spell called [Undead Appraisal], which could precisely determine the level of an undead…
Eh…but sadly, she didn’t know how to use it~
Nothing could be done about it.
As the Goddess of Undead, assessing undead levels was her innate skill~
And how could an innate skill be taught?
It couldn’t be.
Of course, Ilea was unaware of this.
If she knew, she would definitely scold this worthless goddess.
But right now…completely unaware, Ilea not only didn’t have the heart to scold Veil, on the contrary…
For a novice necromancer, even when summoning, they could at most summon skeletal servants — basically the wandering ordinary skeleton trash type.
But for her first time making a zombie, she managed to create something on the squad leader level?
Was she that much of a genius?
Were the materials that good?
No, the main reason…was probably that her magic was pure enough, right?
Thinking of this, Ilea subconsciously looked at her magic-supplying goddess.
At this moment, Miss Goddess also seemed intrigued by this low-level undead she hadn’t seen in ages — a curiosity that perhaps had never arisen before.
She walked circles around the huge zombie, pinching here and poking there.
Low-level undead…how nostalgic~
How long had it been since she last saw one?
“Uuh…”
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, the fish-man zombie let out a low growl and swiped its claws at the little goddess before it.
“Wah?!”
Although it didn’t use much force, it still directly pushed the tiny Veil away!
Whoosh!
But the expected pain didn’t come.
Because before she hit the ground, she was caught — by the young lady.
“You okay?”
“Uh…I…I’m fine.”
Veil’s face flushed slightly, not out of shyness, but because she, a dignified Goddess of the Undead, actually got bullied by a mere low-level undead…
Damn it…this sense of defeat…
Why am I so weak?!!
Uuu!!
If this keeps up…it’s absolutely unacceptable!
As a goddess, how can she lose even to a low-level undead!!
At that moment, thanks to a baffling sense of “goddess pride,” the shame in Veil’s heart nearly surpassed that of last night.
(After all, she fainted halfway, how weak~)
A seed of unwillingness also slowly sprouted in the heart of this lazy goddess.
Meanwhile, Ilea slightly raised an eyebrow.
What she noticed was…whether it was the ghost in the graveyard before, or this zombie she had created…
When they saw Veil, this so-called Goddess of the Undead…
There was almost no reaction at all from them.
Clearly, the death energy contained within her was beyond normal comprehension — it could even be described as infinite, like a walking underworld.
But…these undead, who were extremely sensitive to the aura of death, couldn’t sense anything unusual within Veil at all…
Or rather, if Ilea hadn’t known beforehand that the other party was a “Goddess of the Undead,” she absolutely wouldn’t have noticed anything different from an ordinary idiot.
Uh…maybe even dumber than an ordinary idiot?
Of course, none of that mattered…
Maybe her inability to use the divine power inside her was actually a kind of seal…or a strange form of protection?
So that aside from herself, no one could perceive the anomaly inside her?
She also wondered if those so-called “higher beings” would be able to see through this goddess’s difference.
But Ilea figured probably not.
After all…no matter what, this woman was still a “god,” right?
Thinking this, she lowered her head to look at Veil in her arms.
Huh?
This woman…actually didn’t immediately jump away.
Looks like…she has something on her mind?
Staring at the goddess in her arms who seemed deep in thought, Ilea slowly leaned closer, then lightly blew a breath into her ear.
“Hoo~”
“Waa eek !!?”
The goddess’s whole body shuddered, and she went limp right in Ilea’s arms, her face full of terror!
Huh?
So this woman’s weakness…is her ears, huh~
The young lady had discovered a blind spot!
“Y-you…what are you doing…”
Veil, collapsed in Ilea’s arms, puffed out her cheeks in clear displeasure.
“I just blew a little air~ Who knew…Veil, you’re so weak~ really useless, huh~”
The young lady said this while poking at the goddess’s puffed-up, pufferfish-like cheeks with her fingers.
Weak…useless…
Those words were like daggers, stabbing once again into Veil’s heart, dealing [114,514] points of true damage.
“Uuu uh!! I…I really am just a goddess who even low-level undead can bully, can’t do anything right, only knows how to eat, never fully wakes up, can’t even clean, and likes to space out for no reason, and is flat-chested to boot, a totally worthless goddess, huh?”
Veil rambled rapidly, eyes filling with tears as she looked at Ilea.
“Eh? You…why are you insulting yourself so harshly…Though, honestly, it’s not wrong.”
“Uh…ah, um…”
How was she…supposed to respond to that?
“Damn it!! Why are you hesitating like that!”
Veil could tell the answer just from Ilea’s look.
Furiously, she broke free from the young lady’s embrace, wanting to flee this room that had completely shattered her dignity!
But the next second!
“Waa ( ゚口 ゚)!”
She stepped on the banana peel she had thrown on the ground earlier, and this time, Ilea didn’t manage to catch her in time.
Thud.
The goddess fell heavily to the ground!
Suddenly, the air fell silent.
“Pfft! Cough cough…pfft~”
Ilea tried to hold back her laughter, but with her inherently rotten personality, how could she possibly restrain herself?
“Uuu…wuaaaah!!!”
First came a calm before the storm, then…she began bawling like a three-year-old who’d fallen over.
“You big meanie (ToT)! All you ever do is bully me! I…I’m clearly a goddess…you meanie! Uuu…I…I…anyway I’m just a worthless piece of trash! Trash, okay!! Uuuu…”
Having completely broken down, the goddess utterly let go of her pride, starting to cry, wail, and roll all over the floor!
Tsk!
This woman…so noisy…