Did I Wrong the Hero?Chapter 2

That day, I found a bottle of fruit wine among the supplies Richard had gathered.

I couldn't resist drinking it all.

In my drunken stupor, I vaguely saw a pair of red eyes.

Chilling, dangerous.

Clearly not the eyes of a normal human.

Those belonged to the legendary high-level zombies.

Half-sober, I was terrified.

I tried to run.

But was dragged back by my ankle.

When I woke up, I was lying in the base's bedroom.

Richard was bringing me food back to the room.

I simply thought it was a dream.

Now that I think about it.

Richard's expression was a bit strange then. He asked me, "Do you remember anything? Do you feel any discomfort?"

I was so embarrassed, I thought he was asking about his performance last night.

I threw a pillow at him.

"Don't ask!"

He froze for a moment, then said nothing more.

He just pulled me into his arms, holding me very tightly.