The Villainess and I, her Zombie

Zombie gasped in disbelief looking at his right hand- instead of Kopia's head as he always thought he was doing, he was holding on to a bunch of crimson hair.

"Master!"

Kopia furrowed her brows and grabbed Zombie's face and looked him in the eyes with a very angry expression.

"...yes...?"

Zombie asked in confusion, looking back at her without blinking.

"Stop complimenting other swords while I am right here!"

Kopia demanded with a frown.

"Huh...?"

Zombie gasped, glancing at the karabela in Cranbie's hand.

"But I only called it pretty good though...?"

He asked looking back at his humanoid sword.

"No! I do not accept it! If you think that it is pretty good then you might decide to use it if I'm away for some reason!"

Kopia shook her head and scoffed, pouting jealously.

"I am the best sword! You don't need any other weapon aside from me! Ever! Stop complimenting other swords! I am the best one! And if I'm not then I will eat the better sword and become better that way!"

"What..."

|Zombie – just tell that idiot that you don't want to use any other weapon and let's be over with this little tantrum of hers.|

Zombie was about to argue back but then Patience spoke up in his head sounding really tired with the scene already.

"I'm not an idiot! You're an idiot! I'm the only weapon that master needs!"

Kopia scoffed angrily responding out loud to Patience's words.

"Yes, you are. You're a good girl and the best weapon I can imagine."

Zombie nodded his head and reached out to pat Kopia's crimson hair.

"I promise you that I will not use anything else besides you, so calm down."

He spoke reassuringly while patting the humanoid blade's head.

"..."

Kopia closed her mouth and let go of his face.

Instead, she started fidgetting and glanced at the taken aback powder-pink-haired elf.

"What is it...?"

Zombie tilted his head and asked.

"...master, I'm hungry, that other sword is strong, I want to eat it."

|Someone show what it really was about awfully fast, didn't she?!|

Patience scoffed sounding as if she rolled her eyes and shook her head at Kopia's instantaneous change of behavior.

"Pfft...!"

Zombie only snorted and shook his head.

"No. You cannot eat that weapon, it belongs to Cranbie."

"Eeeeeeeh?!"

The blue boy said and the crimson-haired humanoid blade gasped pitifully in disbelief.

"Buuuu...! Master... Please? I am your favorite blade, right? That kid likes you, he will give you his sword if you ask him!"

"!!!!!!"

Kopia lowered her head and began acting all cute despite no one teaching her how to do that before, and motioned at Cranbie with her chin, making the powder-pink-haired boy blush heavily.

|Whoa, phrasing...!|

Patience snorted, barely holding back her laughter.

|Shush, you dirty-minded overseer.|

Zombie scoffed at her and looked back at Kopia.

"No. I can ask in the village if we can get another sword similar to that, but Cranbie's weapon is off-limits."

He declared in a voice that did not allow for any talk-backs.

"Fine~! Master, I'm looking forward to the food you will get me! It's a date!"

Kopia cheered out – using yet another words no one taught her - before her body flashed with white light and she turned right back into a one-handed shortsword in Zombie's right hand.

"..."

Zombie looked at her in disbelief and breathed out.

"Sorry for that. If you don't mind, we can continue."

The blue boy raised his head and smiled apologetically at the young elven boy.

"A-alright..."

Although it seemed like Cranbie had something more to say, he ended up just nodding his head and taking up the stance again.

|Kopia isn't leveling up, she gets as strong as the blades she consumes, right?|

Since thanks to the initial exchanged Zombie could roughly gauge the elven boy's skill level, the blue undead allowed himself to ask internally while switching to autopilot and began dodging and redirecting Cranbie's attacks instead of parrying him - which was a great way to raise points in evasion and agility as well as train the sword mastery skill.

Although The powder-pink-haired boy had a large advantage when it came to status points since he was already gaining levels and completing quests, it was blatantly obvious which one of them had life-and-death battle experience and which one was training in a relatively safe environment.

|That's right. Didn't you spend all the money you earned as an adventurer just to buy her the most expensive swords to eat because of that? What is it about?|

Patience asked, sounding as if she furrowed her brows.

|Do you think that the swords she can eat can only be made out of metal...?|

The blue boy asked curiously.

|What do you...? Ah... I see... True, true.|

Patience asked confused but she realized what the blue undead meant even before she finished her question.

|Khahaha! Exactly! Since we are already here, there's no reason for us to just leave good equipment behind...|

Zombie laughed internally, dodging another attack while the massive holly tree of the elven village was constantly appearing in the corner of his vision.

|I think we should go and see the local craftsman and order a custom made weapon soon, and not only as a food for Kopia but one for Cranberry too – she needs to work on her close combat skills too, after all...|

The blue undead smiled at his thoughts and got a little bit distracted.

*SMACK*

"UGH!"

That's why when the powder-pink-haired  boy got too close while his attack left him slightly too wide open, his reflexes trained during many fights kicked in and he punched him in the face making use of the chance.

"OH NO!"

He gasped realizing what he did only when the elven boy plopped on his putt and fresh blood gushed from his now broken nose.

"Are you okay?!"

Zombie hurriedly sheathed Kopia and got to the elven boy's side.

"Ehehe... no... but don't worry, I'm alright! I can now train mend even more!"

Cranbie declared cheerfully while wiping the blood off with both hands instead of trying to stop it – and he really didn't look like he was bothered by getting hurt, completely opposite actually.

|See? I've told you – hurt-me-plenty boy likes it.|

Patience sounded as if she smirked triumphantly and shrugged her shoulders.