Ark Undead

The immortal remained silent for a long time. He looked at the little girl and finally opened his dry throat.

"Immortal."

28. Maria, who longed for the sun

Little Maria looked at the strange knight in front of her; it was the first time she had ever heard such a strange name.

"The Undying? I know you're called the Undying, but isn't that just a code name?"

With a hint of doubt, Maria tilted her head, wanting to get a definite answer from the undead.

"Is that really your name?"

"Yes."

The immortal nodded.

During that long journey, his memory had been worn down considerably; the only things that remained, besides the memories of his friends and comrades, were the words "immortal."

These three words represent an identity, a mission, and an ancient curse.

Now, the immortal has no more of his kind left; he is the last ancient relic on this continent that cannot die.

But how did he know that he was the last immortal?

The immortal's mind got stuck here again; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.

But he should have remembered before, because he didn't feel any doubt, as if the fact that he was the only immortal left was the final answer, and he should have known its meaning.

"Okay, I understand!"

Maria quickly stopped thinking about whether the words "Undead" were suitable as a person's name.

She shifted her interest to the identity of an immortal.

In other words, as a knight.

"Is your uncle hosting a dinner for you?"

Maria asked hopefully.

She knew her uncle was hosting a banquet for a knight tonight, but she didn't know who it was.

In the entire Kavaleliaki, the capital city of Kazimir, which is the merger of four mobile cities, the Undead have become a rising star in the Great Knights' Territory.

Maria learned about the immortals from television and various reports.

She developed a strong curiosity about the immortal man after seeing him once.

Ancient knight's armor, swords and shields devoid of any modern craftsmanship, and skills honed through countless trials.

Such knights should only exist in the annals of history. Yet, they have truly appeared in modern-day Kazimierz.

Unlike those viewers who only see equestrian sports as entertainment.

Maria was born into a noble family of knights, and her definition of a knight was by no means limited to racing knights.

In particular, she has an elder sister who holds a title. Although the Radiant Knights have now been expelled from the country.

"Yes, Marna."

The immortal nodded again.

Maria's eyes lit up. If it was the knight her uncle was hosting, or even that "undead"...

Little Kuranta, with her bright blonde hair, peeked out from the corridor and looked around.

After confirming that no one was around, Maria opened her door without hesitation.

"If you're free right now, could you talk to me? I'm pretty bored too."

The Undead remained silent for a while.

He certainly wasn't thinking that it was inappropriate to enter a little girl's room.

Instead, he was thinking about whether he should go home first.

He was worried that the campfire at home was about to go out because it hadn't received any more firewood.

However, without Kos and Fran, he couldn't go back.

"it is good."

After figuring things out, the Undead went into Maria's room.

Maria excitedly went back to the corridor, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then closed the door.

This is a chance to spend time alone with a powerful knight!

No one in Kazimierz would refuse to speak with a powerful knight.

Little Maria came to the bedside, jumped up and sat down on it, then pointed to the chair in the corner.

"Please sit here! There aren't any other decent chairs in the room, I'm so sorry!"

The Undead sat down in the chair, took the shield off his back, and placed it at his feet.

Maria looked at the knight in front of her, rubbed her small hands together, and didn't know where to begin.

There were so many things I wanted to ask: the mysterious past of the Undead, and the reason for his immense power.

"Cough! Cough!"

Maria coughed twice, pretending to be coughing, and then sat obediently on the bed and asked.

"Mr. Undead, I'd like to ask, why did you choose this retro armor as your equipment?"

This is the question Maria most wants to know.

In today's world dominated by modern technology, everyone understands that there is a huge difference between armor manufactured by modern industry and armor made by hand.

Modern industry's electronic technology and sophisticated craftsmanship can endow armor with functions beyond self-defense.

For example, invisible exoskeletons can enhance strength, and cooling devices can stabilize the user's body temperature, ensuring a quick recovery of energy after strenuous exercise.

Modern technology offers too many advantages, which is why old-style armor is being phased out.

But the immortals never think that much.

Throughout his life, he has always been accompanied by this cold and simple armor.

"I'm used to it. I don't need any special features."

After speaking haltingly, the Undead paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something and spoke again.

"And also, promises."

Yes, he made a promise to someone that he would see the armor he made made appear on the stage of the Cavaliers Major.

"Oh oh oh!"

Maria didn't quite understand why the undead would be accustomed to old-fashioned armor, but she noticed two words.

committed to.

This is a scene that appears in many classic chivalric novels.

"So, Mr. Undead, you became a knight because of this promise? Or is there another reason?"

Marner had asked this question before, but he hadn't received a good answer.

The Undead treat all strangers the same.

"Firewood."

The Undead paused for a moment, then added the prefix again.

"The best firewood."

"?" A question mark seemed to appear above Maria's head, her confusion blatantly displayed on her face with its two furry ears.

"What kind of firewood?"

Maria asked directly, and the Undead answered her directly as well.

"The firewood is the payment."

"Oh, is it because there are rewards for participating in the knight competition?"

Maria was a little disappointed, but she quickly got over it.

Nowadays, there are many people who participate in knightly competitions simply to live a better life. This is a consequence of different times, and we shouldn't criticize them for it.

Moreover, the knight before them is the most self-disciplined of all the racing knights.

Maria composed herself; she was ready for the next question.

"What does Mr. Undying believe is most important for a knight? Is it superior martial arts skills or outstanding character?"

When Maria asked this question, her golden eyes revealed both hope and seriousness.

She is very serious.

She wanted to verify her long-held understanding, and she sincerely hoped that the mysterious knight in front of her, who was different from the other racing knights, would have a similar answer to hers.

The undead pondered for a moment, then pointed to Maria's chest.

He spoke.

"Heart."

Maria was taken aback; this was unexpected.

Even if the answer the immortal gave her was any kind of vanity, she wouldn't be surprised, but it was just one word.

heart.

Maria pondered for a long time with her little head, but still couldn't figure out what the word "heart" represented.

After thinking for a long time, Maria gave up and asked.

"Mr. Undying, have you ever heard of my sister?"

"Radiant Knight?"

"The immortal asked."