Having spent all his wealth to become an Undead,
he hadn't done so to accompany Odys to his death.
At the moment, the city gates were shut tight, the army blocking the road in the middle.
They stood in tight formation, guarding the city within.
"Let us go out...."
"I am the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Royal Palace, let me out now," said one.
"The city is about to fall, and you aren't defending it but just staring at the gates?"
"Damn it, I spent my life's savings to become an Undead, and I haven't lived for a few years yet—now the city is going to fall."
"Damn it, let us out, who wants to be buried with Odys?"
"Exactly, your damned city has been supported by my caravan, and now when it's going to die, it drags us along."
A chorus of curses came from the Undead, while those guarding the gates,
had already drawn their swords.
They were ready to fight anyone who dared to come close.
"Let's fight them, break out. Even if we die, we won't die in this city!"