"Whoa there. Princy, you seem to really dislike that uncle of yours because of his unique magic – but aren't you too harsh? It's not like someone is a bad person just because the system went and selfishly gave him something as evil sounding as a slave crest – he might not be all that bad. Maybe you just didn't talk with him enough – just like with Quince...?"
The blue undead smirked and leaned to the side, turning his smile into a crescent as his head ended up almost horizontally as he watched the blond prince's expression turn from agitation straight into furry.
"What do you know?! What, would you stay calm if Cranberry was the one in that situation?!"
Roan clenched his fists and shouted, waving his hand threateningly.
"Cranberry...? She would be able to hold her own no problem."
"!!!"
Zombie scoffed and shrugged his shoulders dismissively, making the red-haired girl blush.