The Villainess and I, her Zombie

/Global event begins

/Calculating...

/Preparation complete

/The roles have been asigned

/You receive a role

Prince's mother

"...I see..."

The blond-haired queen furrowed her brows, glaring at the system messages that popped up right in front of her.

"You have to excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but as you can surely see for yourself, something rather unexpected happened. I hereby dismiss you from this audience – you all will be called at a later day."

She stood up from the intimidating throne and waved her hand at the nobles gathered below.

"...your majesty...!"

Luckily – for them, that is – all the people gathered knew what something as huge as a global event starting would entail and all left the throne room in a hurry just as the queen had requested...

What will the future hold for their entire world?

A shift in power?

Great war?

Or maybe an eradication of one race from the intelligent races they know today?

Honestly, everything was possible as each of that outcomes had happened already in the past whenever the global event had begun.

"..."

The blond woman calmly waited until the final noble left and only when the massive door closed, she turned to one of the servants waiting by the wall behind the throne.

"Bring me the royal librarian and Quince – immediately!"

She demanded in a voice that suggested that severe consequences will be waiting for the tardy servants who won't take the task seriously.

"Yes, your majesty!"

All of the servants left immediately, leaving the queen all alone in the throne room with her thoughts – and fury.

What will happen now – and more importantly, where does the role of the prince's mother stands – is it important or not? Will she be snubbed by the system and future historians will know her only because of her role and not of the many vital changes that lead to the kingdom's prosperity?

"..."

The woman gritted her teeth and sat back on her throne, alone with her thoughts – until around three minutes later...

"Frown more – I like comforting you after you complain that it makes you get more wrinkles."

...a tall, muscular man with short, dark-gold hair and yellow eyes appeared right below the throne in the flash of the white light and grinned cheekily at the queen, showing little to no expected courtesy towards a kingdom's monarch.

"Quince. What role did you get?"

The queen wasn't in the chatty mood and went straight for the important question.

"Royal protector / background character."

The man shrugged his shoulders and revealed without trying to play around.

"Nothing about being the prince's father...?"

The woman raised her brow in suspicion,

"Nope, don't worry – nothing will come up if appraised – unless someone heard you mentioning our little secret."

Quince shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes dismissively.

"But aside from that..."

He then raised his hand...

/Avatar of greed attempted to influence the avatar of pride with an inferior skill

/Calculating...

/Avatar of greed receives a penalty

MDF, MAT, LUC, -25% for the next 2 hours

/(01:59:59)

/(01:59:58)

"...what in the system...?!"

"...?"

...as if he had caused it – another system message had shown up for the queen, making her stand up from the throne and gasp becoming pale as a ghost staring flabbergasted at the timer counting down in the upper right corner of her vision, which in turn caused Quince to lean back and look at her with concern as if she had lost her mind.

But to the queen's defense – she wasn't wrong to be surprised, after all, how was it possible for her to get penalized for using a skill against the avatar of pride?

She was sure that she hasn't been using her skills against any other avatar – especially the avatar of pride since – because even though it wasn't disclosed to the public - after the rather unfortunate demise of lady Raspberry Pride, the title of the avatar had not returned to its original owner, lord Blackberry and their daughter, Cranberry – a friend of the queen's son, Roan – did not receive it either.

"..."

"What's wrong...? You have artifacts against magic attacks, right?"

The muscular man asked, taking a step forward towards the throne and reaching out his hand towards the petrified queen.

...though... there was one option...

...an option that SHOULD be impossible, since only player characters should be able to receive the title of the avatar of sin, as no monster had the authority to wield it but...

...if – and only if – it was possible for a monster...

...wasn't there a monster who was reported to frequently use skills producing violet light just like the pride-based skills did...?

...not to mention that apparently, he showed off a skill that was eerily similar to overpower – the most broken skill out of the avatar of sin arsenal... he was also allegedly caught speaking about superbia a few times...

…and, worst – or best – of all...

...wasn't that monster 'stored away in the royal castle's hidden underground chamber...?

"QUINCE! GET TO MY PRIVATE TREASURY IMMEDIATELY!"

The woman waved her hand and shouted in panic, completely losing her cool.

There were too many disturbing coincidences happening one after the other...!

What if that blue undead was involved in the global event?!

"Whoa, hold up right there – didn't you yourself demand for a plethora of traps that would work against the teleportation skill to be put in place in that treasury of yours as well as the way leading there? What, do you want to get rid of me after all? No, thanks."

The man frowned and shook his hand dismissively.

"THEN DON'T TELEPORT THERE AND JUST RUN, YOU LAZY DUMBASS!"

The queen howled and glared down at the most powerful bodyguard at her disposal.

"What for?"

But even though the blond woman had lost her temper – the man in front of her remained calm and composed.

"...the undead that is sealed off there – if he is free, bring him to me."

And surprisingly, it looked like his composure had helped the queen regain hers, as she sat down on the edge of the throne and began calming her breath.

"An undead? And if he will try to attack me?"

Quince inquired curiously.

"If he is free and lost his mind – kill him."

The queen declared with a shrug.