Previously: Zenos participated in Professor Goldrun’s rounds and learned that Alfred disappeared after the professor’s dinner party. “I see, Professor Goldrun’s dinner party, huh…” Becker nodded slowly as Zenos relayed the information he had obtained during the professor’s rounds. As usual,…
Previously: Zenos, who is infiltrating the Royal Treatment Institute to investigate a disappearance, passed the interview for the Goldrun Laboratory. “Whoa, what is this?” Zenos couldn’t help but exclaim at the sight before him. The next day, when he visited the…
Zenos faced Professor Goldrun’s interview. Zenos braced himself slightly, meeting Goldrun’s gaze head-on. “I understand you were introduced by Mr. Becker.” “Yes.” “What is your relationship with him?” “Well… our parents were acquaintances.” That was the setup, at least. Zenos…
“I have news, Zenos… or rather, Zeno-kun.” It was the start of a new week, and Zenos had returned to the Royal Healing Institute as a special trainee. Becker, with a cheerful smile, addressed him. The research lab was as…
“Alright, that should do it.” “Whoa, the pain’s gone. Thanks a bunch, Doc.” Zenos spoke, and the Lizardman patient thanked him before leaving. “Lily, how many more?” “That was the last patient for the morning.” Lily answered from her seat…
“Uooooooooh!” With a roar that seemed to bolster his own spirits, Cresson charged towards the Zombie King. The enemy turned its head around and looked down at Cresson, viscous liquid dripping from all over its body. It took a dragging,…
“…” “…” “…” After Zenos wiped out the undead, the graveyard was enveloped in silence for a while. “I did say to do it normally… but I didn’t expect this…” Even Umin muttered in astonishment. “Ha… haha…” The next person…
“Huh? We’re going to exterminate undead right now?” “Yeah, it seems so.” Zenos nodded in response to Lily’s surprise. After finishing his lectures for the day and preparing to head home, he was suddenly summoned by the administrative office. Apparently,…
The research wing of the Royal Healing Institute. The professor’s office was located near the top floor. In a room furnished with expensive items, a middle-aged man with a mustache furrowed his brow and looked down at the world below.…