VRMMO: My first Contractee is Yandere

Chapter 39 The Elven Prince

The insect zombie vanished into thin air—just as a massive swarm of insects began emerging from the remnants of its body.

"Fufu... This is just the beginning—"

"—Empress Flare!"

"—Tempest Hurricane!"

While it may have seemed like Liora was the only one standing out in this battle, the truth is, this was a large-scale party fight.

Liora had already been retrieved by Samurai's tentacles.

Massive spells rained down on the boss.

The fact that Liora had been able to fight on her own meant that the Elves had been able to conserve their strength.

All their firepower was now concentrated.

The insect zombie, already defeated once by Liora, had no way to defend itself.

"...Fufu. It ends here," the insect zombie muttered contentedly before its body finally disintegrated for good.

[Zephyr has leveled up]

[Zephyr's Dark Magic has leveled up]

[Zephyr's Darkness Creation has leveled up]

[Zephyr's Regeneration has leveled up]

[Zephyr's Appraisal has leveled up]

[Liora has leveled up]

[Liora's Scythe Arts have leveled up]

[Liora's Moonlight Scythe Arts have leveled up]

[Liora's Landscaping Skill has leveled up]

[Liora's Light Magic has leveled up]

[Liora's Flash Magic has leveled up]

[Liora's Summoning has leveled up]

[Liora's Chant Extension has leveled up]

[Samurai's Mimicry has leveled up]

[Samurai's Ambush has leveled up]

[Samurai's Restraint has leveled up]

[Samurai's Sonic Wave has leveled up]

[Samurai's Iron Defense has leveled up]

[Samurai's Tentacle Enhancement has leveled up]

Thus, the unexpected boss battle came to an end.

"Samurai!"

'—!'

Samurai extended her tentacles and grabbed the princess, pulling her away just in time. A massive sword plunged into the spot where she had just been standing.

A mangled mass of flesh.

That flesh bore faint remnants of an elven face. The zombie elf's body, wielding the massive sword, swayed unsteadily.

'Intruders. I will not forgive you. This is my place to guard. My mission is to protect the hope of the elves. The hope that remains... My mission that remains.

I... Why couldn't I make it in time!?'

"It really is you... Brother," the princess whispered.

"What's going on?" Liora asked, readying her scythe.

The elves were all struck silent, seemingly forgetting to even take up arms.

Only the princess stood resolute, staff in hand, her eyes filled with determination.

"...Just before time was frozen, we went to retrieve the Divine Artifact. The royal family member who went was my brother. But the goddess activated the time freeze without waiting for the artifact to arrive."

"He was left behind?"

"Yes... The catacombs were outside the range of the time freeze."

Probably, the steward, who had regained his composure, raised his katana, though it trembled in his hands. Its tip was pointed at the royal—an elven undead.

Blood dripped from between his clenched teeth.

"You have my deepest sympathies, Young Master. You must have defended this innermost part of the catacombs for centuries, keeping it safe from the Demon King's forces."

"He was sealed?"

"There are ways to deceive seals. Doppelgangers can impersonate royalty, steal their blood, or pick up their descendants... The Young Master likely fended off all those threats."

Yet judging by the state of his body, he must have been struck down at some point.

Even so, the prince couldn't let go of his duty, so he transformed his body into an undead and continued to protect the treasure vault.

For centuries—driven by his obsession.

Though it's supposed to be just a game setting, the resolve of the elven prince leaves one speechless. His body is in ruins.

He's lost an arm, and half of his face is missing.

He drags his right leg because his thigh is deeply gouged. His appearance, with his intestines hanging from his abdomen, evokes a pitiful sight.

The undead form retained the semblance of its living self, with added decay.

This means the elven prince, even before becoming undead, spent centuries in this state, alone in the treasure vault.

Clinging to the hope that one day, his elven kin would return to retrieve the Divine Artifact—

"Even after becoming undead, he never lost sight of his purpose. As expected of the brother who was once destined to be king. As your unworthy younger sister, Remelia Elfland, I shall face you with my staff."

'The elves will not be defeated! I won't allow anyone to be lost!'

"Indeed, I will not allow you to kill any elves, Brother. The elves will not know defeat, and Brother, I will cleanse you here and now."