Hill had only just begun to savor the moment when panicked neighing and angry shouts startled him. He sprang to his feet and looked anxiously east.
At the chaotic scene before him, Hill could only smile wryly and sit back down.
The Undead were up to something.
People were laughing wildly on both banks and atop Ice City.
Those who had fallen into the Mirar River when the ice collapsed were shouting in fury.
The Undead had spent so long in the east looking for the perfect angle. They had wanted the ice to hold a few people walking across it, then shatter when a large group came charging over.
And why was Black Rose at the heart of it? Because the guild was full of civil engineers. Its members could practically go out and build a bridge on the spot, and many of its squad leaders had brought their own workers with them.
Their jobs were so easy. When Hill first learned that construction workers could play games for ten hours a day, he had felt... well, there was only one word for it: jealous.
The Undead's world still needed construction workers, but they rarely had to do heavy labor themselves anymore. Machines did most of the work.
And their workdays averaged four hours... Tsk. That was why Hill rarely asked how construction projects worked over there. He was afraid envy would turn him into a monster.
Even though he could now do the work of an entire Undead construction crew by himself, memories of his previous life still left him green with envy.
After all, the future of that world could only lead toward something like the Undead's...
Resting his chin on his hand, Hill watched the Undead below climb ashore and pull out their staffs. The timing