Ark Undead

The weather hasn't changed?

Skadi also looked at the Undead with a strange expression. What was he up to?

Seeing that Skadi didn't move, the Undead repeated his sentence.

"Miss, please get off the bus."

"..."

Skadi then moved. She stood up, placed her left hand on the undead's arm, and gently jumped off the carriage.

Kroos also woke up. She rubbed her eyes and saw that everyone had gotten off the train. She then crawled out of the carriage, and like Skadi, grabbed the Undead's arm and jumped off.

The immortal went into the carriage again, picked up the cloth containing weapons and other items, and carried it on his shoulder.

He stood behind the two women, looking no different from any other servant.

His movements were even more precise than those of professional servants and guards; it was a pleasure to watch.

Old Benny shuddered and shakily handed the reins to the waiting waiter beside him.

Perhaps because he had witnessed the Undead's "exquisite" acting skills, Old Benny became even more involved in the role. He led the three of them toward the main entrance of the inn, and at the door, he slightly bent over and extended his right hand.

"Miss, over here."

Skadi walked stiffly past old Benny into the hotel.

Kroos followed behind Skadi, glancing back every now and then to see where the Undead were.

After Old Benny finished the check-in procedures, the four of them finally received the keys to their three rooms and went up to the upper floor.

Once inside the room, the Undead put down the package and took out a basin for starting a fire, along with some firewood.

laugh.

Sparks lit up the room, and the firewood crackled and popped in the basin.

The undead took the spiral sword from behind him and inserted it into the brazier.

Finally, the campfire was lit.

The Undead sat comfortably by the campfire, his tense body finally easing up a bit.

As for the blond idiot, he imitated the undead's movements and sat down by the campfire.

Then I took out the pie that had been sitting in the package for a day.

She pushed the pies toward the fire, hoping to warm the cold food with its warmth.

The honey inside smells better when it's a little warm.

"Are you from Kazimir?"

Old Benny, who was still putting things down nearby, witnessed what the Undead were doing.

Perhaps he had suspected it all along, but only now could he be certain.

Although it is a question, the tone is full of affirmation.

"No."

The Undead denied it and asked Old Benny.

"Why do you think I am a Casimirian?"

Old Benny shrugged and pointed to the campfire the undead had just lit.

"I can't think of anywhere else besides the old-fashioned Qazimirs where people still keep campfires indoors."

Old Benny then understood why the dead man's movements had been so precise.

"No wonder your manners are so impeccable. You're a knight from Kazimierz, aren't you? You've participated in knightly competitions before, haven't you? That's why your name sounded so familiar. I must have seen it before."

Old Benny chuckled twice.

His words just now revealed a lot of information.

"No, Casimir, a human."

The Undead shook his head, once again denying Old Benny's judgment, he said.

"But I did stay in Kazimir."

"Almost almost."

Old Benny waved his hand; he couldn't be bothered arguing with the undead.

After all, the custom of lighting campfires is only found in the traditions of Kazimierz, where people light campfires during rest periods throughout the entire Terra continent.

The campfire was not only for lighting; for many Qasimir people, it was also a signal of rest and safety.

This is a custom they have inherited from history, and it continues to this day.

Upon hearing this, the Undead suddenly fell silent.

Is there a custom of lighting bonfires in Kazimierz?

No wonder Koss, Fran, and so many others who knew him didn't question his decision to light a campfire indoors.

They even always thought he was a Qasimirian.

It turns out they all knew about this traditional custom.

The Undead suddenly realized something: despite the current prosperity of the Kazimierz Grand Knight Territory, there might be other special forces belonging to Kazimierz outside of the Grand Knight Territory.

And what about those things that I didn't come into contact with while in Kazimierz? Could they also contain some information left over from history?

Is this habit of lighting a campfire really just a coincidence?

"You two were so good at pretending just now, it startled me too."

Skadi was almost at her breaking point; she was practically screaming with confusion. This was a huge shock to her, as she was usually so emotionally detached and always maintained a cool demeanor.

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“I used to be a real knight.”

The Undead nodded, which was considered an answer to Old Benny's question.

But he still didn't reveal his true identity.

Hearing the old man say that, Skadi couldn't help but glance at him again.

Is he planning to keep hiding it forever? Hmm... perhaps he's more indifferent.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. We have to go out for reconnaissance tomorrow, so you guys should get some rest too. I'm heading back now."

Old Benny waved his hand, opened the door and walked out of the house, leaving behind the keys to the Undead Room and Skadi Room.

Skadi took the key from old Benny, but she didn't leave until old Benny closed the door.

The immortal glanced at her.

The hunter, dressed in luxurious clothes, loosened his tightly buttoned shirt slightly to let himself breathe.

Then she took her greatsword from the long strip of cloth, held it in her arms, and sat down by the wall.

The warmth from the campfire made her reluctant to leave.

It seems she doesn't plan to go back to sleep by herself.

However, the Undead didn't care about all that.

"After eating, rinse your mouth, and then go to sleep."

He gave instructions to Kroos, who was still baking pies.

"Let's go out for a stroll tomorrow."

"?" Kroos didn't quite understand what the word "browse" meant, and she looked at the undead with a puzzled look.

"Yes, something delicious?"

"..."

The Undead was silent for two seconds, then nodded slightly.

"Probably."

The blond, silly dog's eyes lit up, and an excited smile appeared on his face.

"Great!"

Skadi, sitting in the corner, watched the interaction between the two. She hugged herself tighter and then closed her eyes.

It's time to rest.

79. SilverAsh: Shiva's Seven Thousand

The next morning, just as the sun was rising, Skadi opened her eyes.

She instinctively gripped her weapon, stood up, and quickly moved close to the wall, whispering a warning to the undead who had just raised their heads from the campfire.

"Someone."

Skadi stared at the doorway.

Just seconds after she said someone was there, there was a series of knocks on the door.

"calm."

The Undead made two gesturing gestures in the air, signaling Skadi to tone down her state slightly.

She's now the representative of the undead. I wonder what people would think if they saw her wielding a greatsword.

"I know, but there's no hostility."

The Undead walked over, whispering to Skadi as he took the greatsword from her hand and placed it against the wall.

Skadi had just woken up, and the sound of footsteps and the oppressive feeling emanating from the person made her make that action instinctively.

She only recovered after the undead took the greatsword from her hand.

Her reaction was excessive, and Skadi herself realized it.

"Ah."