Other... undead.
A long time ago, Bologue had heard about the existence of other undead, but Bologue felt they should be extremely mysterious, just like the ancient secret societies Geoffrey mentioned, hiding in deep mountains and forests, unseen by the sun.
Never expected that suddenly, I would have to meet them, feeling a bit anxious momentarily.
"Is it so sudden?" Bologue asked.
"I was originally planning to take you to meet them after your implantation ceremony, but those people are quite unreliable, took several days to get back to me."
Lebius complained, if not for Bologue, he really didn't want to get involved with those undead.
"Their reason is, recently they've been celebrating 'successfully tossing a pencil through a ring into a cup from five meters away,' so they've been drunk for several days."
Lebius spoke with utmost seriousness while saying very absurd things.
"What the hell kind of celebration reason is that?" Bologue displayed a confused expression.
