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

If it had been when Ange had just encountered her, the Witch would have loyally guarded the Monarch's body, not allowing even a touch or a speck of dirt without causing a fit.


But after spending more time together, the Witch realized things weren't proper or smooth; Ange was the true inheritor of the Undead God, the new lord of the Resting Camp, and her own Soul Contact had been disrupted, mere remnants of past servants. What reason did she have to guard the Monarch's body?


If she had strength, it would be one thing, but if she couldn't win a fight, wasn't it easy for Ange to take it anyway?


Although her self-belief gave her strength comparable to Gods, save for the Goddess of Redemption and Little Fat Dragon, who among so many Gods under Ange's command could she actually defeat?


She might not even be able to defeat Lisa, whose Divine Technique was too bizarre—who looked at someone and made them pregnant?


Chapter 709 Faster Than Your Wife, Huh?