Mary: "I am not sure. There's plenty of horrors constructed from male flesh, but very few actual, honest to god male savants.

Maybe it had to do with more of them being combatants. With the kinds of weaponry used, fewer bodies would have been left intact. Or, perhaps some sort of incompatibiliy with the memory transfer process. Then again, it might just have been the necromancers having distorted preferences. We may never know!

In fact, why, I think you might be the first sentient male I've met since the End! Very unusual, indeed. It brings back memories..."

She smiles absentmindedly and licks her lips, leaving Klimt feeling a bit uncomfortable. She seems to notice it, and is quick to apologise.

Mary: "...Oh dear, I've overstepped my bounds, haven't I? Terribly sorry. Please forgive this old lady, I tend to get rather overenthusiastic at times."

Mary: "You don't? Well, well... Not to worry. If you're interested, I could teach you a lot of things~"

She winks, then turns back to Eigla.

Mary: "Back to business, though. What would you possibly want a carcass for?"

Mary: "Well then. Even if I let you take one of the corpses, the wolves would hardly be attracted to old, rotted meat. You'd have a much better chance with fresh prey. Why not hunt a deer or somesuch?"

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As the rest of the party finishes their food, Klimt hurriedly excuses himself and goes check out on his minions. At least they don't make passes at him.

Peggy and Emilia are sitting side by side in the grass, watching the last few rays of sunshine as they disappear over the horizon.

Peggy: "And then, I said 'ROT IN HELL, SHITTY BASTARD', and rammed the gun into his- Oh, Klimt's here. H-hi!"

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"Enjoying our new friend's stories, Emilia?"
>Ruffle her hair.

to Peggy: "Are you talking about war?"

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Emilia smiles and purrs softly, enjoying being pet. Peggy looks at her with a blank face.

Peggy: "...Yeah. Back when I was alive, at least. Things went to ♥♥♥♥ really fast where I lived, so I actually shot some zeds before going down."


Meanwhile, Eigla heads outside. Banging rocks together with her undead strength, she quickly forms the head of a simple adze. There's a pile of firewood behind Mary's house, and she uses a reasonably long piece as a handle, held together with wool thread. Not bad, for something handmade in an hour!


Rosa remains inside while Mary does the dishes. The sheepgirl starts trying to make conversation.

Mary: "Hmmm. Klimt is nice, isn't he? I'm sure he's a good friend to the two of you."


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Peggy shrugs sadly.

Peggy: "I had to. It was the only thing I was good at, and even then... Not good enough."


Meanwhile, Eigla gets to work on perfecting her adze design. It takes quite a while, but she eventually has a total of six stone-age tools, each sharper and more comfortable than the previous.
Not much better in combat than your hands, but certainly useful for both tilling soil and chopping wood.



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