I’ve been possessed.
Of all people, I’m the lady who runs away with the male leads’ food in a zombie romance-fantasy novel. To make matters worse, I’m the only sister of the man responsible for the entire zombie outbreak.
Either way, I’m destined to die as a traitor. My plan was simple: save the male leads first and earn my pardon… or so I thought.
“Well, the lady should at least make for a decent shield.” The human-distrusting #MadDog Crown Prince.
“On what basis should I trust you and cooperate?” The #Prickly Duke, my childhood friend who cut ties with me.
“And what exactly is it that you can do for me?” The sharp, #Diva-like Tower Master.
“I am sorry. I do not think I can accompany you.” And the pacifist, #FrustratinglySweet Eastern Prince.
No one ever mentioned they were all such spoiled brats! As if dealing with these four wasn’t enough, more trials are headed my way.
‘You useless excuse for a brother!’
It seems I’ve stumbled upon a secret never revealed in the original story. Right along with a wide-open road of suffering.
