Ark Undead

Because he is a teacher, and he is only a teacher.

Moreover, the Undead may not even understand what Maria and Melantha are thinking.

"Okay, I'll ask again."

Bloodthorn rubbed his hands together.

Do you know what love is?

The immortal nodded.

"I've heard of it."

Bloodthorn paused again.

This wasn't the first time he had experienced how difficult it was to communicate with the undead.

It was the same before; he would always give you a few words, and those few words would leave you speechless, unsure how to respond.

However, this time, the Undead's "heard of" almost broke Bloodthorn's defenses.

The Undead looked at the Bloodthorns.

"I know what you want to say."

The Undead spoke calmly, as if the meeting between Melantha and Maria, and what would happen between them, was none of his concern.

"I'm not, you idiot."

Although the undead are indeed emotionally detached, and often look like statues.

However, the burning of so many fragments of the abyss allowed humanity to be restored.

The will of the immortals is no longer as chaotic as it was when they first awakened.

Perhaps he does have an emotional deficiency.

But that doesn't mean he's not human, or that he doesn't understand human emotions.

Putting Maria aside, the time I spent with Maria was not long. During that period, I only saw her for one or two hours each day as her teacher.

But Melantha's gaze and the occasional flush on her cheeks were clear reminders of the Undead.

Melanie's feelings for him may have gone beyond the teacher-student relationship.

But he didn't think that was the love that Bloodthorn spoke of.

When Melanie met him, he was a teacher.

Protecting one's students is a teacher's duty.

If Melantha developed any special feelings for the Undead because of this, it cannot be called love.

That's a special kind of dependence on the teacher.

It's like going home to your parents when you've been bullied outside. When you're lonely at home, you also want to talk to your friends and siblings.

This is a need between people.

The undead of the Age of Fire need a goal to maintain their sanity, and Melantha also needs such a goal to urge herself to grow.

But to the Undead, Melantha is their disciple, and she will always be their disciple.

"Don't you think you're really..."

Bloodthorn understood that the Undead knew his standing among the disciples, but he didn't intend to respond.

Even Sarkaz couldn't help but grit his teeth in anger.

But he also knew that it wasn't the immortals' fault.

What's wrong with someone being so outstanding that others admire them?

Everything they went through shaped their current relationship.

The immortals were simply fulfilling their duty.

But for many, the image of him standing silently beside them, exuding a sense of security, is one that deserves to be remembered for a lifetime.

Moreover, the Undead truly cared about Melantha and Maria. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen these two children to teach his skills.

The conversation between the two ended in silence.

Bloodthorn didn't say anything, and the Undead didn't press for details.

Amidst the crackling of the flames, Bloodthorn and the Undead stared intently at the campfire before them.

Suddenly, Bloodthorn spoke up.

Have you ever had someone you liked?

"?" The Undead didn't understand what he meant.

"I like, a lot of people."

"It's not just ordinary liking, it's that kind of feeling... I can calm down just by being with him. I want to build a special relationship with him, I want to be treated specially by him."

Bloodthorn listed some examples before scratching his head in distress.

"How should I put it? It's the kind of love where I want to marry him and never be apart from him."

Bloodthorn was also a single man, but he had no other choice.

However, it is precisely because Bloodthorn lacks these emotions that he craves them even more.

When the immortal heard the word "marriage," he subconsciously thought of someone.

An immortal named Anri met another immortal on their journey, but due to certain coincidences, they entered into marriage.

However, the concept of marriage here is probably very different from the concept of marriage in people's minds today.

At least I've never heard of anyone dying from this. Nowadays, who would stab someone in the head with a sword at their wedding?

The immortal shook his head.

"No."

No wonder.

Bloodthorn seemed to understand now why the Undead could be so heartless.

“I know you are special. You can establish connections with many ancient beings on this land. Perhaps you yourself are some kind of ancient being.”

"But I believe that even ancient beings could have had their moments of affection..."

Bloodthorn spoke calmly, but the Undead could sense the inner turmoil hidden in his eyes.

"Well, you haven't experienced it, so you might not understand that kind of feeling."

"I don't need it, I understand."

The immortal said calmly.

"One day, I will leave. I do not belong to Terra."

Therefore, he will never belong to anyone.

"Damn it."

Bloodthorn couldn't help but curse.

"Never mind...maybe so."

He also had some worries on his mind, which were stirred up by the current state of the undead.

Bloodthorn started rambling on and on, but the Undead only caught a few sentences and didn't take it to heart.

The survivor instead recalled Bloodthorn's earlier words.

If we can calm down when we're together, and we have a special relationship, will we receive special treatment...?

The Undead stared at the campfire in front of him, paying no attention to what Bloodthorn said afterward.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have unknowingly acquired the relationship that Melantha and Bloodthorn craved.

And this relationship has not diminished even after the wear and tear of generations.

In the end, Bloodthorn and the Undead talked for a long time but couldn't figure anything out.

Bloodthorn believed he couldn't wake someone who was pretending to be asleep.

Moreover, the immortals are always awake.

He never crossed any boundaries; it was just that on this land of suffering, people like him became pillars of support for many.

Those who were closer to him, like moths, followed his flame.

Melantha and Maria talked for a long time in the room.

The conversation between the two was not a secret; they were simply talking about things related to the immortals.

Those scenes from strange novels did not become reality.

There was no mutual dislike as Bloodthorn had anticipated.

Melantha knew about Maria long before she was reunited with the Undead.

After that, I kept an eye on Maria.

Sometimes when Melantha met Miss Nearl, she would chat with her for a bit.

Maria's image was easily sketched in Melantha's mind.

She was absolutely friendly to Maria, and even looked forward to meeting her junior sister.

Moreover, after meeting Maria, Melantha was even more attracted by Maria's generosity and easygoing nature.

As for Maria, she had no idea that she had a senior sister.

However, after meeting Melantha, she quickly realized that this seemingly gentle and quiet girl must be related to her teacher.

Because they look very similar.

It's not a similarity in body language or appearance.

It's not about temperament, but about one's character.

Neither of them spoke much, and they were not good at showing their feelings to others.