Ark Undead

The Levantine in Surtr's hands made the Undead realize that there might be a hidden time period before Terra.

During that period of time, perhaps someone did something to try to ignite the First Flame?

If only we could see the Fire Girl and find her.

The door opened, and Melantha turned her head to see the Undead.

"teacher."

Melantha tossed the piece of wood she had just chopped with her straight sword into the campfire in front of her, while greeting the undead.

"Ah."

Seeing Melantha calmed the Undead's emotions somewhat.

It was very late when the Undead returned.

It took a long time to get away from town with Surtr, and it also took a long time to get back and talk to Ornstein.

It was almost midnight, but Melanie still had no desire to sleep.

She was quite exhausted from today's battle, and even with Ansel's treatment, she still needs to rest.

"It's time to rest."

Taking the firewood from Melantha's hands, the undead leaned his greatsword against the wall and sat down in front of the campfire.

"I can't sleep."

Melantha, however, did not listen to the idiot as usual and obediently go to sleep.

Instead, he sat a little closer to the undead.

Then, tentatively, she gently embraced the immortal's arm.

"?" The Undead saw that Melantha's actions were unusual, so he reached out and touched his disciple's forehead.

"Feeling unwell?"

Melantha shook her head. She didn't say anything, but just held the Undead's arm and leaned against him.

Even through the cold armor, the kitten could still feel a reassuring aura emanating from its teacher.

Seeing that Melantha didn't want to talk, the Undead didn't ask any more questions.

Instead, he tried to keep his left hand still, allowing Melanie to lean on him for a while.

Amid the crackling of the campfire, Melantha spoke.

"Teacher, are you satisfied with today's battle?"

The Undying Man never expected Melantha to ask this question.

"What, satisfied?"

"So, did Melantha meet your expectations in today's battle?"

Melanza's voice was soft and timid.

Actually, Melantha had already asked the Undying Man this question before.

However, their performance in today's battle was far from perfect.

Melanie asked herself honestly, and even she herself would feel that her initial choice was very problematic.

Why choose to launch a full-scale attack after gaining a slight advantage?

Melantha could have chosen a more elegant playing style and escaped unscathed against Morton.

However, they were blinded by their own emotions and choices.

In addition, perhaps due to the unease brought on by the dream, Melanie asked the question again.

The immortal turned his head to look.

Melantha clung to the Undead's arm, curled up in a ball, and leaned against the Undead's side.

Her eyes were fixed on the campfire, showing none of the triumph she had displayed in the afternoon.

Snapped!

Melanie shrank back, her eyes narrowing into slits.

"Waaah..."

Unexpectedly, the teacher tapped her on the forehead. Completely unprepared, Melanie could only frown and rub her forehead with one hand.

But then they heard the Undead speak calmly.

"Why do you think you are here?"

"Huh? Why?"

Melantha's eyes held a hint of doubt.

"Because I'm here to participate in the Undying Arena?"

The immortal was silent for a while, then he spoke again.

"Why?"

"..."

Faced with this question, Melanie looked bewildered for a long time.

She hadn't thought about this question, and when she heard that she could go out to gain experience, Melanie didn't react much.

On the contrary, when Melantha heard that she would be coming to Minos with the undead, she was just very happy.

When the Undead suddenly asked her this question, Melantha couldn't answer it for a moment.

"Um..."

Seeing Melantha's puzzled look, the Undead knew he should say something.

"Listen carefully, Melanie."

"You are able to come and participate in the Undying Arena because you are working hard to become stronger."

Regardless of Melantha's purpose, the fact that she came with Rhodes Island to participate in the Undead Arena shows that she has the potential to be nurtured.

Melanza's long-term efforts and dedication have proven this point.

"You may not know why you need to become stronger, but if you work hard, you will see results."

Even though Melantha doesn't have a clear goal yet, her efforts are definitely not wrong.

"But you shouldn't work hard for me."

You belong to yourself.

"Don't ask me if I'm satisfied."

The Undead looked at Melantha and said seriously.

"You should ask yourself."

Little Melansha glanced at the undead, then lowered her gaze again.

The Undead have been trying to free Melantha from their influence.

In the eyes of the immortals, everyone should belong to themselves and be manipulated by others.

But Melanie knew the truth in her heart.

Whether it's hard work or so-called talent.

She doesn't care.

When the Undead stood before Melantha on that desperate night, shielding her from the pursuers behind her, he had already become an indelible mark on Melantha's life.

At first, she just wanted to live up to her teacher's expectations and truly pass on the skills her teacher had taught her.

The Undead had no idea how excited Melantha was when she learned that the Undead were still alive.

Of course, Melanie also knew that one should not be completely bound to another person, but should live for oneself.

But she still wanted to stand with her teacher and face the dangers her teacher might encounter together.

She didn't want to be like that night again, forced to watch helplessly as her teacher walked away.

However, Melantha certainly couldn't tell the Undead these words.

Because she knew that her teacher didn't want to hear her think that way.

Her wish was so pure that it seemed to have excluded herself entirely.

"but."

Melantha's furry ears twitched; she seemed to feel a warm hand stroking the top of her head.

The kitten looked up and met the gaze of the Undead coming from under his helmet.

"If you want to gain power from the answer."

The Immortals Theory.

"I am very satisfied."

He removed his fingernails, attempting to soothe Melantha's emotions with his skin.

"The teacher is lying..."

Melanie looked away, feeling her face getting hot, and muttered something under her breath.

She knew she had made the wrong choices in the battle. But hearing the undead say that still made her happy.

Melantha obediently rubbed the Undead's palm with the top of her head again.

Ever since that dream, every encounter with the undead has dispelled Melantha's unease.

The immortal remained silent.

He believed that being able to identify and correct mistakes in battle was a behavior that would satisfy a teacher.

But Melanie has high standards for herself, which is not a bad thing.

As long as Melanie doesn't feel uneasy about such emotions, that's enough.