The Golden Experience Point [Part 1]

Chapter 75: "Blanc Joins the Battle!"

"A server-wide event! This time I'm totally doing it too!"

Blanc was in her room that the count had given her, actually reading game news for once.

Just a bit ago, Blanc had obtained three mormos and three spartoi, and the count tried to persuade her to attack a city.

Oh right, that sounds fun! she had thought for a second, but then immediately changed her mind. Blanc didn't know how many times she had died because of naive thoughts like that. It wouldn't hurt to be just a little more careful this time. Plus, there was one thing different from back when she was a skeleton: Blanc's life was no longer just her own. She now had followers. What the count had said was that if the master, Blanc, died, then her followers would also die. She didn't know if they would then respawn along with her, but she couldn't bring herself to try and see what would happen.

Just a bit more; just a little bit more; just in case; just in case for the previous just in case. This was how she slowly, slooooowly gathered XP and strengthened her followers, rinse and repeat, and at some point she had added another thirty spartoi to her forces. She had gotten scolded by the count for that, but since they seemed to get along with his zombies, they all ended up patrolling the castle together.

Blanc didn't create any more mormos aside from her original three, but the count followed in Blanc's footsteps and [Subordinated] some bats from somewhere. Now, he had a handsome butler who always served at his side; this was the mormo that the count had reincarnated. This butler was insanely capable, so much more so than Blanc that it made Azalea and the other girls look like dunces. In combat, they were all about equally powerful, but when it came to their ability as servants, the mormo girls tried hard to take care of Blanc, but the butler would usually anticipate her needs and have everything prepared before they even got started. Plus, since the butler was the count's follower, he only ever served Blanc after his master's needs were already completely fulfilled.

Then, he would always drop this stinger: "Even though you three were also here."

Whenever that happened, the three girls would grind their teeth, frustrated, then take over Blanc's bed and cry into her pillows.

The days passed uneventfully as Blanc focused on steadily strengthening her forces until she received the event notification and snapped out of her XP-earning fugue.

Plus, this event was going to be an invasion, a large-scale battle between monsters attacking cities and humans defending them. This was the ideal push Blanc needed to muster up the will to go a-conquering.

"Coach! I'm gonna attack a city, so gimme some pointers!"

"Your spontaneity is at full strength, I see! Attacking a city, is it? Hmm, 'pointers'..."

"Oh, well, it was the first suggestion you gave me, and I know I've been dragging my feet on it, but I'm finally ready to give it a shot!"

"Nay, for those of us with eternal life, time holds no meaning, but... If you are to march on a city, I take it you will be bringing those spartoi?"

"Yeah, probs. This's why I made a lot more friends, after all."

At that, the count tapped his finger on his well-chiseled chin and fell into thought. It was quite a rare thing to see him do.

"Is there something bad about that?"

"There is nothing quite 'bad,' but... I am sure you have also realized—or, well, it is very possible you have not, but this castle is high up in altitude, in the so-called highlands. There is a city that shares these highlands with us, but it was destroyed when this area became raised, so only those ruins remain and there is no point in assaulting it. Therefore you would naturally target a city in the lower world instead, but I want to know how you will get all those spartoi to the lower world."