The Villainess and I, her Zombie

"...!"

*smash*

A small female monster with greenish skin and bright orange hair dropped a pot that fell on the ground and shatter, as she stood in place, completely flabbergasted.

"Wh-what are you doing?! No! I just finished...!"

Her roommate, another driad - this one with bright green hair, gasped seeing the broken pieces of the baked clay and cried out in terror.

"Damn it Or-ange...! Do you know how much time did I spent on this...?!"

The green-haired driad complained raising a few pieces of the destroyed container and raising them up for the orange-haired one to see.

"Hello-? Or-ange? Why aren't you res...!"

*smash*

She called out in confusion, realizing that her companion didn't even flinch since the moment she dropped the pot and was still staring at something outside - and once she looked that way too to confirm what was such a big deal, she also went ahead and dropped the pieces she was holding, cashing them to fall down and shatter into even smaller pieces.

The driad's shock wasn't all that outrageous, considering that an actual true dragon was currently strolling right under their window.

Its scarlet scale glistened in the sun and it looked...

"(Stop pushing into me when we're walking, pigeon.)"

...bothered by the blue griffin about one-third of his size that was doing her best to both nuzzle to the dragon's side and walk together with him at the same time.

"Skwee! (Ha!) Skwee! (You might say that, but I know that you like it when I do this!)"

The blue griffin screeched proudly, without even the slightest indication that she was going pull away.

"(That is a lie that your small pigeon brain is telling you.)"

Even Baron's thoughts shared via telepathy skill became quieter as he turned his head away dismissively.

"SKWEE! (HEY!) SKWEE! (I AM NOT A PIGEON, YOU EVIL LIZARD!)"

Blueberry screeched and pecked at the dragon's side angrily - but even after that, she didn't try to get away.

"(Oh, so you don't deny having a small brain?)"

"...!"

Baron snickered, moving his head back just so slightly so that he could glance at the stunned griffin who just realized her mistake.

"Skwee! (Hmph!) Skwee! (Everyone has a small brain when compared to such big-headed bully like you!)"

She scoffed and complained, turning her head away.

"...shouldn't we make them stop bickering? It looks like Blueberry is thinking that Baron is seriously trying to bully her, and Baron is acting slightly too cold, someone should teach him when to show the caring side, or she will seriously hate him"

"(...)"

Cranberry, who was sitting on Blueberry's back in a lady-like fashion with both of her legs on one side, looked up at Zombie raiding on Baron's back and whispered conspicuously.

"I think that you did give him a few good pointers."

The blue undead felt the red dragon flinching when the red-haired girl mentioned the blue griffin hating him, and smiled in amusement while responding.

"(...)"

Baron looked to the side, not exactly knowing what he should do in that situation - because he definitely wasn't going to apologize.

The group was passing by the driads' village, but because of the walking flamethrower in the form of the red dragon, not a single driad wanted to even try to approach them and start a conversation.

"Do you think that they will give a lot of experience points?

The blue undead smirked while motioning with his chin at the fragile-looking short light-green-skinned monsters who looked like young human girls.

"Driads are useful because of their affinity with nature, and I won't t mean nature-based magic spells but actual nature. They are very useful in orchards as long as you make sure that they will not become too possessive over those, or the trouble might start. As for the amount of experience they give..."

The red-haired girl furrowed her brows and looked up, trying to remember the correct information on the subject.

"...I think it's around the level of a slightly stronger goblin...?"

She said tilting her head while looking back at the blue undead knight.

"Only that much, huh...? Considering that they are quite rare I thought it would be better."

Zombie nodded and shrugged his shoulders.

"Probably because with the rules put up about a species getting recognized as a member of the intelligent races, they check out all the boxes, and the only reason why they aren't is that in the end, they cannot pick a single ruler that would represent them - funnily enough, every single driad thinks that she is the most important ones and will not submit to the orders placed upon them by another driad."

The red-haired girl ended her sentence by moving her arms, showcasing the village they were passing by.

Truth be told, the settlement of the short monster looked more like a miniature town with shops and other recreational facilities.

"Why do I get the feeling that you don't want to turn them into our experience points?"

The blue undead knight rolled his eyes and asked with a bitter expression.

"Because I don't, they will be useful as our neighbors. Alive ones."

Cranberry declared without hesitation, looking straight into the black eyes of her undead husband.

"What can I say, fruits aren't the best source of nutrients, but they definitely are a variation in the bland menu. Since we will be living in the village, why not make sure that we will have it comfortable?"

She added.

"...unless you like watching me get sick of eating the same thing over and over again... if so, be my guest, go wild at them."

...and she even waved her hand at him to start attacking.

"Oh come on..."

Zombie scoffed, and grabbed the girl's hand, pulling her up onto Baron's back and putting her right into his lap.

"Skwee?! (Baron, did you hear?!) Skwee! (We are hunting the driads now!)"

Thinking that the red-haired girl actually meant her words, the blue griffin screeched all rearing to go and her talons and wings had already started shining With the light of the activated skills.

"(Idiot!)"

"Skwee?! (Ughyaa?!)"

The red dragon was the fastest one to respond - he hurriedly spread and closed his wing, scooping the much smaller griffin with it, and immobilized her by trapping her between his side and the membrane of his wing.