Ark Undead

Skadi initially refused, but the Undead insisted that Skadi accept it.

He said that Skadi helped him, and although they were friends who fought side by side, he still needed to settle accounts properly.

So Skadi accepted the money.

As soon as Kroos returned, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

She was so tired that after the initial excitement of seeing the immortals wore off, she kept dozing off.

The Undead and Skadi sat by the campfire, neither of them speaking.

The undead casually picked two pieces of firewood from the nearby pile and threw them into the fire in front of him.

As the fire crackled and popped, Skadi slowly closed her eyes.

Only the Undead remained, staring at the campfire.

The night passed in silence.

The next morning, when Kroos woke up, he saw the Undead packing their things.

He hung the cooled longsword on his waist and then carried the greatsword on his back.

The blond idiot quickly jumped out of bed, and under the urging of the undead, went to wash up, then came back to get his weapons.

Old Benny said goodbye to them early in the morning and left, saying he wanted to leave early while the weather was still good, otherwise there would be another blizzard later.

After accepting the Undead's thanks, old Benny said awkwardly.

"Hehe... I'm still very happy to receive the War Knight's thanks. But..."

He seemed to want to say something more, but after a moment, he shook his head.

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time we meet! I was being unfair to you this time, old Benny. If we bump into each other again, I'll treat you to a good meal and drinks!"

And so, with the Immortals and Skadi bidding farewell, old Benny drove his sled away from the snowy landscape.

After returning to their room, when Kroos woke up, the three of them arrived at the hotel entrance.

Skadi gazed at the Snowland people preparing for the festival in the distance. She remained silent for a long time before looking at the Undead beside her.

Travelers would take a break along the way and share their stories.

But when dawn breaks and the short rest ends, we will have to part ways.

"Our journey has come to this point, and it's time to part ways for now."

A slight smile appeared on the bounty hunter's usually indifferent face, though it was very brief.

"It was a pleasure to have traveled with you for a short time, War Knight. I will never forget the sight of you fighting alongside me."

She opened her arms to the undead.

Even the immortals spread their arms wide.

The two hugged briefly before quickly separating.

"Have a safe journey."

The Undead nodded to Skadi, offering her his blessing.

May you find your own answer.

Thank you, you too. Looking forward to our next meeting.

After saying this, the white-haired bounty hunter turned around and walked towards the other exit.

She was going to Colombia, where she had received another assignment.

Just like the undead, bounty hunters are always on the road.

Although it was a farewell, our story has already taken root in our memories.

Perhaps on the next journey, there will be new fellow travelers, and I can tell this story to them.

After watching Skadi leave, the Undead turned his gaze to the blond, silly dog ​​beside him.

Kroos was unaware that something was amiss.

She sensed the gaze of the immortal and looked up at him blankly.

She was still clutching her stomach.

"Hungry!"

The familiar feeling is like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

The immortal paused for a moment, then asked.

"Aren't you going to Minos?"

He pointed in Skadi's direction.

“We should go that way. I need to go there, Victoria, we need to go this way.”

Just like Skadi, Kroos also has its own destination.

Looking at the undead, Kroos realized that it was time to part ways.

The blond idiot instinctively grabbed the cloak the undead was wearing.

The Undead took out the money bag that Kroos had left with him from the bundle in his arms.

This is the money Krobe earned, and it has always been kept here.

He handed the money bag to Kroos.

"Here's the money. Your money. You can use it to buy food."

At this point, the Undead thought for a moment and then added another sentence.

"Remember, don't eat money."

Kroos raised his head and looked at the Undead's helmet.

Although he had never seen the man's face, Kroos had memorized his scent.

The blond idiot shook his head.

"I'm not going, Minos!"

Well, the accent has returned to normal.

"?" the Undead asked, puzzled.

"Ceobe! Found it, the name is there!"

Kroos pulled out the axe from his back and showed it to the Undead.

"It has a name, Ceope. No need to go to Minos!"

"..."

The Undead glanced at the axe, then looked at Kroos.

Kroos looked serious, holding an axe in her left hand and clutching the cloak beside the undead in her right.

When the dog saw the immortal looking at her, she pouted, frowned, and shouted loudly.

"Hungry!"

A moment later, the Undead put away the money bag in his hand.

"Let's go, have a meal, okay?"

"Great!"

Kroos cheered, tucked the axe behind her back, and then hugged the undead's arm.

Throughout their journey together, the Undead didn't dislike having a silly dog ​​by his side.

Let's walk together for a while longer.

Enya, dressed in the magnificent attire of a saint, sat in her room.

Today, a sacrificial ceremony will be held to announce to the entire Snowfield that Enya Shivaesh is a saint.

She will also announce her choice during the festival ceremony.

She will no longer belong to the Shivaesh family; she is the saint of Sherag, not the saint of Shivaesh.

That way, my brother's wish will be fulfilled, right?

Enya stared silently at the sacred bell in her hand.

In an instant, sadness and bewilderment enveloped this newly ordained saintess.

She held the sacred bell in her palm, closed her eyes slightly, and whispered a prayer.

O God, if you can hear my cry, please answer me.

What should I do...?

On the other side, the undead who had just finished eating with Kroos stared at the money bag in his hand and fell silent.

Did she not eat at Shiva's house?

Even knowing how terrifying Kroos's appetite was, the Undead were still shocked every time.

Just then, he seemed to hear a sound.

"?" The Undead looked around, but there was no one there...

Did I hear that right?

Kroos emerged from the small shop behind her, her eyes narrowed.

"belch!"

Kroos opened his mouth, let out a burp, and came up behind the Undead.

After a satisfying meal, it's time to embark on the journey.

The Undead ignored the voice and put away Kroos's money pouch.

"Let's go, to Victoria."

The Undead patted Ceobe's head.