Ark Undead

Meanwhile, Pallas, sitting opposite the Undead, gradually regained his senses.

At the same time, the Minoans passing by outside the window set foot on the ground, and time resumed its flow.

"Huh?"

The confusion in Pallas's eyes gradually faded, and she felt that something seemed amiss.

"What happened? Mr. War Knight, wasn't that just now...?"

Until she looked down and saw her hand being held.

The undead still held that hand, and that hand gripped the undead's gauntlet tightly.

Pallas stiffly looked up and saw the Undead's helmet, and felt a heavy gaze from beneath it.

"Um... Mr. War Knight?"

The immortals then came to their senses.

"Feel sorry."

The two people released their hands and withdrew them.

Pallas was puzzled; she didn't know what had just happened, but one thing she was certain of.

That means the person who just spoke with the War Knight was definitely not himself.

Although Pallas was quite sensitive to time, she could sense that the time between her thoughts and the warrior's handshake was very short.

It was so short it was as if someone had taken away the time in between.

Moreover, his own way of thinking and his own way of acting are different from her habits.

Has someone used their body to communicate with the War Knight?

who can that be?

Perhaps because she had just overworked her brain, Pallas's mind was a little muddled, and she herself didn't know what she was thinking.

The scene just now was only somewhat awkward. But neither of them were children, and Pallas knew that Mr. War Knight was not the kind of person to be frivolous.

So the only possibility is...

Seeing the Undead's distracted look, Pallas had a sudden inspiration.

"Sir Knight, you just heard a divine oracle, didn't you?"

A light seemed to shine in Pallas's eyes.

The immortal slightly raised his head, even though his mind wasn't on her at the moment.

But since the Fire Maiden had at least borrowed this girl's body, the Undead nodded slightly, which was considered an admission.

"Did the oracle say anything...? I'm asking, did the oracle mention anything about my idol project...?"

Pallas remained very concerned about the contents of the oracle, fearing that the oracle might tell the Undead that her plan was flawed and had given them alternative options.

But the immortal shook his head.

"It's alright, your plan is fine."

Rather, the Fire Keeper's tasks that require no deaths do not conflict with Pallas's plans at all.

She told the Undead that she was waiting for him deep within the Temple of Heroes, which only deepened the Undead's purpose once again.

From this moment forward, no one can stop the Undead from winning this match.

He wanted to use his own strength to overwhelm all his opponents.

Because someone is waiting for him to become a champion, a hero, to welcome her back.

"That's good!"

Pallas chuckled foolishly twice before slumping back into his chair and lazily raising his hands.

"How exciting! The oracle has agreed to this plan! Minos' future will be changed because of this!"

Pallas seemed to really enjoy speaking with this particular emphasis. When she wasn't the High Priestess, she looked like a young girl who was obsessed with stage plays.

However, the Undead wasn't offended; he'd heard that tone many times before, and there were even more exaggerated ones than Minos.

The conversation with Pallas didn't last long. After receiving the Undead's approval, Pallas left to make arrangements for the follow-up matters.

The goal is to make the Undead the "public enemy" of all Minoan warriors, without damaging their reputation.

This is actually not a simple matter.

Fortunately, the Undead already have a considerable reputation, so it's quite convenient to promote their identity as "War Knights".

The Undead, on the other hand, strolled leisurely toward the altar of the Temple of Heroes.

Before leaving, Pallas gave the Undead some instructions. Because he had accepted the invitation from the Temple of Heroes, the Undead would be needed to act as a judge in these matches.

The special guest is someone who comments on the combat contestants, and is also a warrior recognized by the Temple of Heroes as having a strength exceeding that of the contestants.

The strength of the Undead is undeniable, and no one would disagree with that.

The Rhodes Island group bought takeout lunch and found a place to sit down and eat slowly next to the altar. When they saw the Undead walk back, Katie even waved to him.

"Mr. War Knight! Over here!"

The immortal saw the direction the person was heading and slowly walked towards them.

Melantha didn't immediately approach the Undead to ask; instead, Dobermann raised the question on the Undead's side.

"What about the priests?"

Dobermann wondered what the undead and the priest had talked about, wondering if it was related to the battle celebration.

The Undead knew what Dobermann was worried about, and he spoke up to comfort him.

"It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you."

Dobermann nodded, then handed the extra food he had bought to the Undead and asked if the Undead wanted to eat it.

The immortal naturally refused; he had no appetite at the moment.

He simply found a place to sit down and began to ponder matters concerning the Temple of Heroes and the Fire Mage.

This meeting with Pallas has completely rekindled the Undead's ambitions.

He hadn't felt this eager to achieve a goal in a long time.

There was no other reason than that the person waiting for him was that person.

Melantha saw the undead acting strangely and, for some reason, felt a strange unease in her heart.

"teacher?"

Melantha sat down next to the Undead and asked with concern.

"What happened?"

The immortal turned his head and looked at his disciple.

"rest assured."

As he spoke, the Undead reached out and rubbed Melantha's head, telling her not to overthink things.

"Now, you need to focus on your opponent this afternoon."

Melantha obediently moved her head closer to the undead so that it would be easier for him to touch her, and answered.

"Yes, I've done my research on the opponent. Instructor Doberman just gave me his information as well."

"You have confidence?"

"I won't lose."

Melantha's tone wasn't harsh, but it carried an undeniable confidence.

"Ah, very good."

Having self-confidence is a good thing, and I'm also happy to see Melanie becoming more and more confident.

"Then I'll watch you from the stands."

"Huh?"

Melantha paused, not understanding what "undying people" meant.

The Undead stopped stroking Melantha and patted her furry ears twice.

"I am a guest. I will comment on your battle."

"Huh?!"

Melantha's eyes widened; she had never expected the Undead to pull such a stunt.

If it's just a conversation between two people, no matter how much criticism the other person gives, it's fine.

Previously on Rhodes Island, when the Undead dragged Melantha to do a combat demonstration, the little purple cat had already completed the entire combat demonstration with a flushed face.

If Melanie were to make those comments in front of so many people, she wouldn't know how to look up.

"come on."

The Undead naturally knew about Melantha's situation, but he didn't say much.

This is a hurdle that Melanie needs to overcome.

As an undead disciple, Melantha inherited the undead's exceptional combat skills and, through her own efforts and training, transformed them into her own art.

She didn't realize that fighting itself wasn't something to be ashamed of, and that how strong she became had nothing to do with others.

She needs to get used to those gazes, those gazes that gather around her because of her excellence.

Because she deserves it, she should hold her head high and learn to accept it with equanimity.

The battle in Akroti village had not yet begun. But in another village, a battle celebration had already started.

Moreover, in the first two rounds, there was a contestant who received a lot of attention from the locals.

She was a girl who had just arrived in the village yesterday, but in the eyes of many, she had already become the embodiment of kindness and courage.

Perhaps in the hearts of some boys, she has also become a synonym for goddess.

Her long, golden hair was tied back with a headband, and her slightly youthful yet delicate face was focused on the battle.