Combatants Will Be Dispatched - Volume 3 - Chapter 5.8

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Despite being hacked to pieces, Gadalkand has somehow managed to keep the dirt body together and is glaring at me. 

<Don’t think this is over. Ordinarily, our fight would have been the end, but with this much rage, I can sustain myself until next year’s festival. You better remember this. Next time—> 

“There won’t be a next time.” Grimm flatly interrupts Gadalkand’s last words. 

<…Stay out of this, Zenarith cultist. You’re not quite human anymore, are you? What are you planning?> 

“Undeath is Lord Zenarith’s specialty. There’s only one thing to do here!” Grimm smiles gently at what’s left of Gadalkand. 

<Are you sure you understand the risks of dealing with Zenarith? I wouldn’t curse me, if I were you. Zenarith is fair. The larger the curse you try to put on someone without reason, the greater the chance it has to backfire on you. If you curse me, you’re more likely to die than I am.> 

“Yes, Lord Zenarith is fair. You’ve killed me once, remember? No doubt the judgment will be fair.” 

What’s left of Gadalkand goes quiet at Grimm’s words. 

“…Rest assured. As Archbishop of Zenarith, returning undead to the earth is part of my role. I won’t use a curse.” 

Grimm smiles quietly, stepping toward Gadalkand. 

<I’m fueled by a great sense of rage. I won’t be so easily cleansed.> 

As we stand on the sidelines, unable to comment, the two undead trade warning shots. 

“I’ll say this again: I’m the Archbishop of Zenarith. No matter how favored one may be by the Goddess of Undeath, Zenarith, I can remove the blessing from them.” 

<Yeah…? If you’re that sure, give it a try. If it works, I’ll calmly head to my rest.> 

Grimm smiles gently to Gadalkand at those words. 

“If you’re reborn, come back as a human next time. If you’re a handsome man, I’ll go on a date with you.” 

<You’re too thin for my tastes. Not enough muscle to satisfy me. I’ll come back as an ogre next time as well.> 

At his sarcastic words, Grimm’s face has a slightly exasperated grin. 

“O Great Goddess, Zenarith. I, Grimm Grimoire, your loyal servant, hereby beseech thee. Strip any blessing of undeath upon this place and return them to their eternal rest.” 

Clasping her hands together in prayer in the very image of a holy woman, Grimm closes her eyes, and her prayer… 

…returned two undead to the soil that day.