Love eventually flows like water

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened.
"Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food."
"Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?"
"The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go."
"They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Ange had come back for the witches of Dark City that couldn't leave. Therefore, he wasn't in a hurry to return. He spent a few minutes using magic to construct a sunken sandstone chamber before immediately setting up shop.


All witches who were infected with the undead virus were to take turns coming to the chamber to receive treatment.


The hygiene of the witches left much to be desired. After death, when they could no longer smell foul odors or feel itchiness, pain, or stickiness, their desire to keep themselves clean would rapidly diminish. This was especially the case when they were not properly maintained. Once they showed any signs of decay, they would just give up, patching things up here and there just so they were out of sight.


Most of the witches' bodies were covered with bandages. Their adornments, once removed, would reveal bodies in appalling condition.


Chapter 145: The Land of Slumber is Gone?_2