The Lady Hides a Zombie

On the way to the youngest sibling’s academy entrance ceremony, a carriage accident kills all the older siblings. What is the appropriate action for the lone surviving sibling to take?
1. Cry their eyes out.
2. Build a grave.
The correct answer is…
‘3. Bring them back as zombies.’
* * *
“To put it simply, your current state is… kind of like a zombie.”
It was, quite literally, a bombshell.
“…A zombie?”
“Yeah.”
“You mean, like, Grrraaaghh, biting people and… spreading infection when you bite someone?”
“They’re more zombie-like than actual zombies.”
At my gentle explanation, Yullia was struck speechless. Understandable, really.
It was already ridiculous enough that she’d died and come back to life after the carriage overturned. But now she was being told she was a zombie?
No—not even a zombie, but something zombie-like?
“I didn’t have a choice. It would’ve been better if I could’ve asked for your consent, but you were all already dead. I’m sorry for turning you into zombies without permission.”
“That’s not even the problem here!”
* * *
I had no other choice. I had the power to bring them back.
The problem was, necromancers were enemies of the entire continent—and if discovered, everyone connected to one would be sentenced to death.
“As long as no one finds out, it’ll be fine!”
…Or so I thought.
“You have the ability to sense necromancy, don’t you?”
Says the crown prince, who asks for help in hunting necromancers.
“You keep avoiding me. Like you’re hiding something.”
Says the too-smooth saint who keeps getting closer and closer to me.
“How did you do it? I definitely killed them all.”
Says a mysterious, suspicious man who has no business being this unsettling.
Can I please just live quietly like a mouse?!