Bro, I'm not an Undead!

As the dust settled, the figures of the two whose voices had rung out began to show.

“AHHHH~. Stop it, it hurts~,” a pretty lady with ash blonde hair said with a soft smile on her face as she wriggled. She swooned after sliding off of the wall where she had been knocked to by the other lady opposite her. “It’s no fair~. I did nothing wrong~.”

“Hnghhh! I’m going to kill you, pffp!” the other girl who peeked in from the large hole in the wall growled as she dashed at the girl who was lying down with immense speed!

She had long, dark blue hair that covered half of her face and as a result, she had to constantly blow it up with her breath to clear her vision.

Skullius watched as this woman darted the distance to the downed lady in a heartbeat, after-images being left in her wake as she went on to ruthlessly bash her fist into her opponent’s back!

The entire room trembled from the sheer force and Skullius could have sworn he saw a ripple travel through the floor on impact, though the room didn’t sustain much damage!

“AHAHAHAHAHA! Stop, you’re hurting me! Please Beastifina! It hurts~! AHAHAHAHAHAH~” the lady who had just been brutalised yelled at the top of her lungs with a big grin on her face while blood gushed out of her mouth.

“RRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!” a flurry of punches rained over the downed lady’s figure as the one on top of her began radiating an orange energy around her body with her pupils turning into dark slits while her muscles bulged!

The room trembled with an even more intense vigour from the rising power of the mad lady!

CRACK! CRACK! SNAP!

The sound of broken bones resounded as the punches rained on the giggling lady who ate them whole!

“Tch! Classless clowns,” Gertreld scoffed as she swished her hair to the side, her diminutive size making her look cute while doing so._.

“I concur,” Riyana said as she pushed up her glasses and continued to drink from her cup with an apathetic expression, her temperament and beverage completely unbothered by the chaos.

“Um. Shouldn’t you do something about that?” Skullius finally asked Tulnas who stood while watching this.

“You know what? I would. But I choose not to. That’s one of the ways to stay alive in this mansion. I’m an Energy Former. I don’t have enough physical strength to rush up there and stop this in this state,” the young man replied with a weird smile.

Skullius didn’t believe him one bit.

“Then…?”

“Just leave it for now.”

From the massive hole that had been made through the wall on the right side where a staircase rose in a winding pattern to the next floor, three women with different statures walked in, avoiding the rubble and dust in their steps.

“Can I not just cut them down? A feral beast-woman and a crazy pain-loving freak don’t really add much to the Guild. My sword is ever ready,” a woman with a rag-like blindfold over her eyes, dark, wavy hair that reached her shoulders and flawless yet pale skin said.

She dressed in a short, navy blue dress that reached her thighs, dark bandages wrapping the rest of the way to her knees.

On top of this get-up, she donned what looked like a short robe that reached her waist, a long sword resting in a shiny scabbard at her side.

“Un, un! Tulnas will be very upset. That would… um… undermine, yes, undermine what he always says. ‘Every one of us has value.’ Un, un. That’s right,” a very short girl with leather black hair tied into a bun said with a childish voice.

‘Another one!’ Skullius thought in his mind as he looked at this figure.

The lady wore long purple robes that covered her dainty figure with a rough, brown staff that exceeded her height being gripped in her tiny hand.

“I simply don’t care enough,” the third woman said as she yawned, her bright golden eyes shimmering as she blinked multiple times while stretching lazily.

Her short, pixie style hair alluded to her lazy nature which detailed how much she hated to take care of it, so much so that she had cut it short.

“Quit your games, the lot of you. You can’t even respect the Guildmaster’s presence?” a voice boomed from the string of steps that descended from the floor above.

A lady with silver hair appeared following behind her a group of women that numbered more than fifteen.

She didn’t have a particularly pretty face or a stunning body but what stood out from her was the authority she exuded, the stern and powerful air she carried as well as, above all else, bigger than all else actually…

Her expansive rack!

Twitch!

Skullius watched dazedly at the various assortments of women crammed into the crowd that then reached the floor, especially this woman.

The other ladies; the two that had been fighting and the three that had emerged from hole in the wall all turned to Tulnas whom they genuinely hadn’t noticed until now!

Skullius sensed their awed gazes as they looked at Tulnas through the dissipating dust and gasped.

The woman who had been pounding her peer mercilessly suddenly stood up straight and rushed over to the centre of the room as did the three coming from the wall.

The one with the obvious masochism swiggled like a preliminary animation as the sound of broken bones resounded, and yet…

Crack, crack, snap!

In the next moment, the woman’s once broken body fixed itself as she squirmed and unnaturally stood up, legs first, rushing to the others with twinkling eyes.

‘THE HECK WAS THAT?!’ Skullius shuddered.

The more than twenty girls stood respectfully before Tulnas, Riyana also standing from her seat.

Skullius looked to Tulnas. It was only now that he realised that this man had done something to make sure that all the ladies aside from the silver haired one, Riyana and Gertreld couldn’t sense his presence, even as the dust had stained the room, obscuring the view.

All these women then greeted Tulnas in their own ways, expressing how they felt about their Guild leader.

“My love.”

“Master.”

“Master.”

“My cockonut!”

“My genuine light, un, un!”

“My BeastKing, pffp!”

“My lone host.”

…

Tulnas nodded.

“Good to see that some of you still haven’t settled well with the others,” Tulnas eyed the woman with the hair that draped over one of her eyes who immediately turned her head as she blushed and played with her fingers.

“Anyway. Let me introduce the newest member of our Guild. His name is Festos, an Energy Former, who, much like me likes to diversify.”

Skullius didn’t know what kind of face to make in front of all these women who eyed him, most with immense hostility that barrelled onto him like a wave.

Tulnas chuckled as he watched Skullius buckle under the pressure.

“And Festos. I’ll give a quick introduction,” he said as he addressed, with his hand pointing towards the owner of the name he pronounced.

“Renialid, First Flower. Arma User, rank B.”

The silver-haired beauty.

“Castamine, Second Flower. Form User, rank C+.”

The lazy, golden-eyed lady.

“Gertreld, Third Flower. Form User, rank B.”

“Riyana, Fourth Flower. Arma User, rank C.”

The glasses lady with the hot beverage.

“Natalika, Fifth Flower. Arma User, rank B.”

The blindfolded swordswoman.

“Ginie, Sixth Flower. Form User, rank C+.”

The short lady with the staff.

“Bustifina, Seventh Flower, rank….

Skullius could barely concentrate as the names were many and the hostile gazes much too strong…