85 The illusion of choice

"I-I'm sorry... young lady Pride, could you repeat that...?"

Shanks shook his head having a hard time believing his ears.

Cranberry, sitting casually on the not-so-comfortable couch, took a sip from the prepared glass, taking her time before responding.

"My Zombie and I have already cleared most of the no man's ground adjacent to the Pride's territory, and I want the Dandelions to take care of clearing out and selling the monster corpses."

The red-haired girl smirked.

"I'm requesting an important monster corpse retrieval mission. You see, while my Zombie and I wouldn't mind if some monsters like lesser drakes would show up to feast on the griffins' carcasses, it would be a real disaster for the local population."

She said, putting down the empty glass and glancing at the blue undead.

Without any hesitation, Zombie grabbed the jug from the center of the table and refilled the glass.