Ark Undead

The white hair on his head, the ears hidden among the white hair, and the long black and white spotted tail that almost hung down to the ground behind him proved his race.

The Felin man looked at the undead with his sharp gaze, but the undead did not feel uncomfortable; instead, the gaze revealed admiration and curiosity.

The Undead possessed considerable courage to go to the meeting alone without knowing the details.

“My name is Ensiodis Shivaash, the current head of the Shivaash family. You can call me SilverAsh, which is the code name used by every generation of the Shivaash family head.”

The white-haired Felin came before the Undead and spoke to him first.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation, guest from afar. I hope that you did not feel uncomfortable when Horn conveyed my will."

Then, the head of the Shiva'ish family removed the black leather glove from his right hand and solemnly extended his right hand to the undead.

"Knight of the Sword and Shield of Kazimierz, I've wanted to meet you for a long time. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He took the initiative to reveal the name of the Undead, thus unwittingly answering some of the Undead's questions about why he was the one invited.

SilverAsh's respectful attitude changed the Undead's opinion of the head of the Shiva Ash family.

Temporarily setting aside his temper, he extended his right hand, shook hands briefly with SilverAsh, and began to speak.

"The Wandering Knight, the Undead."

Having received a positive response from the Undead, SilverAsh displayed just the right amount of joy. He turned and pointed to the door, speaking loudly.

"Please come to my study and sit down so we can have a proper chat and I can demonstrate the Shivaesh family's hospitality."

"Ah."

The immortal stepped forward and, without any hesitation, went straight inside.

SilverAsh followed closely beside the Undead, traveling alongside him.

Horn Peak stood in front of the two, guiding the Undead.

Along the way, the servants standing on both sides would pause their work and turn around to bow slightly to the Undead and SilverAsh when they saw them, as a sign of respect.

Until they turned the last corner, Cliffheart opened the door for the two of them, and the Undead entered SilverAsh's study.

"please."

SilverAsh gestured to the round table near the window in the room, inviting the Undead to sit down.

Tea and snacks were already laid out on the round table, including steaming hot milk tea, which seemed to reveal SilverAsh's precise calculation of when the Undead would arrive.

The chairs were placed neither too far apart nor too close. There was no deliberate attempt to create distance and create a sense of separation, nor were they placed too close together to appear overly intimate.

Judging from Horn's attitude towards the Undead, and the fact that SilverAsh was already waiting at the door when the Undead got off the vehicle.

His composed and appropriate hospitality earned SilverAsh the praise of the Undead.

The Undead leaned the greatsword on his back against the wall a little further away before sitting down in the chair.

SilverAsh naturally noticed the Undead's attitude. He smiled slightly and then sat down in the chair as well.

"Horn peak".

"Yes, sir."

After bowing to the two men, Horn Peak voluntarily withdrew from the study.

Squeak...

The door was tightly shut, leaving only the Undead and SilverAsh inside.

SilverAsh seems to be completely unprepared for the undead.

Since he knew that the Undead was a titled knight of Kazimierz, he naturally knew about the Undead's extraordinary strength.

Yet he still showed such a friendly attitude towards the undead. Besides his belief in his own strength, there's only one other possibility.

SilverAsh has complete trust in the undead.

"silver gray."

The Undead leaned back in his chair and was the first to ask a question.

"Why did you invite me?"

SilverAsh didn't find the Undead's straightforward communication style too abrupt.

On the contrary, he admired the habit of immortals and liked straightforward people.

“I’ve been following your news for a long time.”

Silver Gray spoke, his magnetic voice and posture revealing the extraordinary temperament of a Sherag nobleman.

"He crushed his way to becoming a titled knight as an independent knight, openly rebelling against the oppression of the Commercial Alliance. Even after winning the championship, he broke through the group of knights surrounding the Flame Blade Arena and shattered the symbol of the Kazimierz Commercial Alliance. Before receiving his title, he left Kazimierz and traveled around the world."

The fact that the Undead had riddled the Business Alliance building with holes was already being kept secret in Kazimierz.

SilverAsh's initiative in bringing up the news of the blockade in Kazimierz was undoubtedly a way of showcasing his extraordinary intelligence network to the Undead.

"Although you have abandoned your sword and shield, I knew of your presence the moment you stepped into Shelag."

He spoke to the undead, picking up the teacup on the table.

“Old Setu is one of my men. At least half of the books you’ve collected were taken from Shivaesh’s collection. The exact number should be thirteen.”

The immortal suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder old Setu took a liking to him for no apparent reason. I originally thought that old Setu himself was interested in the undead, but I didn't expect it was this Shivaesh family head who had taken a liking to him.

"The bounty hunter, the leader, is also one of your men?"

The Undead appropriately raised his own question.

"Karlan Trade, and bounty hunters too?"

"Haha, no. It's just that the bounty hunters, an organization that spans Terra, have people from the Kallan Trade."

SilverAsh smiled first, then continued to answer the Undead's questions.

“Although Old Setu is one of my men, his appreciation for you is genuine. Don’t worry that he’s being so nice to you because of my orders; to be precise, I just asked him to keep an eye on your activities. But the matter of helping you collect books was something he brought up with me on his own initiative. I’m just passing on what I can to you; it would be best if I could help you.”

In the process of proactively revealing the truth to the Undead, she not only cleverly told the Undead what she had done for him, but also maintained the relationship between Old Seto and the Undead.

This head of the Shiva'ish family was truly an outstanding person.

This completely dispelled the undead's negative feelings towards SilverAsh.

But now, a new question has arisen.

"Why are you helping me?"

The undead turned his head to look at the head of the Shiva'ish family, seemingly hoping to get a real answer from his expression.

"You and I have never met before."

SilverAsh's hand, which was holding the teacup, paused for a moment before resuming its normal movement.

He was both alarmed by the oppressive feeling the undead were exerting on him and took another sip of hot milk tea.

To welcome the Undead, SilverAsh didn't even eat breakfast.

"Horn Peak should have already told you that I want to be friends with you, and I really hope that you can help me through this difficult time, although such a welcome is indeed impolite."

SilverAsh bowed slightly to the Undead to express his apology, then raised his head again.

"The strength of the War Knight is beyond doubt, and after meeting you in person, I am even more certain of your worth. But please don't think that my goodwill towards you is solely because of your amazing strength. Those who can uphold the chivalrous spirit are always the most worthy of friendship."

"Um..."

The immortal nodded slightly.

To be honest, the Undead don't dislike this kind of attention and goodwill, and I don't think anyone would dislike such an open and honest behavior.

SilverAsh's actions were all perfectly timed.

He openly expressed his needs and then went on to show a friendly attitude towards the undead.

This is the head of the Shivaish family.

"You're very good. Thank you, your book was helpful."

"It's good that it helps."

The praise from the Undead made SilverAsh raise the corners of his mouth slightly in response.

The Undead spoke again, addressing SilverAsh.

Tell me about your difficulties.

The immortal sat up straight.

"I will consider whether or not to help."

Judging from SilverAsh's actions, he is indeed a friend worth making.

Since SilverAsh has this need, the Undead are willing to listen to what exactly is the difficulty of this Shiva Ash family head.

SilverAsh put down his teacup, sat up straight, and began to speak.

"The War Knights must have heard about the important events in Sherag recently, right?"

"The election of the Holy Maiden?"

"Yes."

Silver nodded.

"My younger sister, the eldest daughter of the Shivaesh family, has been chosen as a candidate for sainthood."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

“My younger sister, Enya. Her personality is not suited to becoming a saintess. But as a member of the family, she has expressed her wishes to me for the sake of the family. That is to become a saintess and provide assistance to the family in that capacity.”

"This is a good thing."

The immortals shared their opinions.

"She cherishes this family very much."

"Yes, she cherishes it very much."

The smile on Silver Gray's face was slightly bitter.