Lunaria hadn't had the chance to prove herself since regaining a living body. She took in the cold, desert air with a wide grin. Even the filthy vapours from the undead couldn't stiffen her mood as she flicked the green, acidic blood from her katana.
She didn't linger on the pale zombies, which grouped up with their multiple weapons and instead tossed a handful of spare uniforms she took from thin air to Brunhilde behind her.
"Brunhilde, take control of your Delta Combat unit. Regroup and wipe out the fools attacking your Master's thralls. Then focus on the undead leading my husband by the nose, and leave this battle to me."
Her voice carried a strong, noble tone that locked all other monsters in place. Lunaria glanced at Brunhilde from the corner of her eye with a smile.
"Don't worry, you've done more than enough. I am greatly impressed. Brunhilde." This woman wasn't some feeble nobody. Many might have forgotten her due to her submissive and affectionate style in the mansion.
