Her long brown hair was disheveled, seemingly untouched for a long time. Her entire body was filthy, and the tattered long dress she wore looked like it was made from the lowest-quality burlap. She resembled a beggar from the Human World. However, her figure was unexpectedly good, not at all like someone who lacked training.
Chains wrapped around her hands, feet, and neck. The other end of the long iron chains was held by a Zombie Soldier behind her.
Unexpectedly, a clattering wave of more Zombie Soldiers surged from behind the girl. Yes, more. Not just shield-bearers, but also crossbowmen.
Jones was stunned.
Every time the Zombie Soldiers pushed her, the girl took a step forward. The shackles on her body jingled incessantly. From time to time, she would lift her head to glance at the dais where Adelle and Jones sat. Her face, covered in grime, was unrecognizable.
