Ark Undead

Melantha blushed slightly upon hearing the Fire Mage's words, nodded cautiously, and remained silent.

She was already having second thoughts. If the teacher wasn't around, would it be a little awkward to be alone with this older girl...?

"Want to come over?"

The Fire Mage stretched out her arms and tilted her head slightly to ask Melantha.

"Although it happened a long time ago for me, it must have been just recently for you?"

Melantha looked at the Fire Mage's outstretched arms and froze, her legs frozen in place as she was about to step back.

Biting her lip, Melanie couldn't resist the temptation. She went into the room and closed the door.

Then he went to the Fire Mage and hugged her.

Melantha squinted her eyes comfortably, feeling the softness of the Fire Mage's body.

For some reason, whenever Melanie was in front of this older sister, she didn't want to think too much. Just holding her gave her an indescribable sense of security.

Even just being in her arms made Melanie feel at peace.

"Like a little kitten."

The Fire Mage gently wrapped her arm around Melantha's waist, while her other hand gently stroked her neck and hair.

"Sister... um..."

Melantha didn't really want to talk. Just being held like this made all the fatigue from her day of training burst out. She collapsed on the Fire Mage's body, not wanting to move at all.

"Don't worry, this is normal."

"The Fire Maiden said softly."

“Those who are tainted by fire will naturally crave darkness that provides rest, and that is the meaning of my existence.”

The Fire Mage lowered her head, resting her chin on Melantha's head. Her words began in her chest, slid down her throat, and finally spilled out of her mouth.

"Just relax and rest. This is a reward for Little Melanie, and also a thank you."

Melantha, buried in the Fire Mage's body, felt as if her entire body was enveloped by these gentle words.

She couldn't help but ask.

"So, is your sister this gentle to everyone?"

"of course not."

The Fire Maiden spoke with unusual seriousness.

"Melantha is a good child, a lovely girl, and his disciple. More importantly, you have already gained his approval."

The duty of a fire-wielding woman is to serve the ashes drawn to fire.

The approachable feeling she exuded was the key to Ash's trust in her.

But for a girl like Melantha, who is both acknowledged by the flames and not ashes attracted by them, this sense of closeness naturally transcends her desire for the fire.

Melanie remained silent, her expression somber.

The Fire Maiden remained silent, simply stroking Melantha's head gently, trying to provide her with a sense of reassurance.

After a long while, Melanie asked in a muffled voice.

"So, your older sister hugs the teacher like this too, right?"

The kitten's voice sounded a little strange.

But to everyone's surprise, the Fire Maiden sighed.

"Only once."

She sounded regretful.

"Your teacher is a block of wood. If it weren't for my sister taking the initiative, this meeting would probably have ended with just a simple greeting."

"Are they also pasted together like this?"

"It needs to be closer to the ground."

The Fire Maiden chuckled softly.

"However, there's plenty of time in the future, and I will try my best to get closer."

Melantha, nestled in the arms of the Fire Mage, had very mixed feelings at that moment.

She could no longer tell whether she envied the woman in front of her or her teacher.

381. The Forgotten Past

"There are no problems with the financial statements this quarter. Everyone has worked hard. I estimate I will have to stay for a while longer."

The doctor handed the form to Ace.

"I estimate it will be about another month or two. By the time Dr. Kal'tsit has dealt with things outside, something should happen in Victoria."

Ace finished organizing the forms in her hand and sighed.

He felt like he was rusting. Although Ace could do anything and any job.

However, his primary job is to serve Rhodes Island as a heavy-armored operator.

There are no fights now, just intense paperwork every day. Although Ace can concentrate, she still feels unsatisfied.

"I might have to go to Kalan in a few days."

The doctor looked at Ace's slightly troubled face and said something seemingly unintentionally.

"Want to come along? There might be a few other people traveling with me."

"Kalan?"

Ace thought for a moment and then asked.

"What about the Rhodes Island main ship? You're not here, and neither is Dr. Kal'tsit. Are we leaving everything to Amiya?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, Amiya will be coming with me. And I'll delegate all the work, so don't worry."

The doctor waved.

“Elite operators aren’t the only ones who can do paperwork, Ace. Does that mean Kal’tsit wouldn’t leave when I wasn’t around? She had things to do too. How did you manage to keep going back then?”

Ace was stunned for a moment. He had almost forgotten what that feeling was like. He originally thought that this situation would not occur after the Doctor returned.

"And don't worry, nothing will go wrong in the short term. I won't be in Kalan for long; I'll be back in about a week. Don't you always say you need a fight? This time in Kalan, we might really need your help."

The doctor picked up his coffee, took a sip, and then said.

"Even if there's nothing I need you for, just think of it as a vacation and come with me on a trip. The head of the Shivaish family will surely take care of everything, so don't worry."

"Okay, I see."

Ace nodded and bowed slightly to the doctor.

"Please let me know when you need to depart, and I will be prepared. Thank you for your understanding, Doctor."

"It's alright, go ahead and get some rest."

After watching Ace leave the office, a knight in full armor walked in next.

As Ace left, he nodded to the knight in farewell.

"coming."

The doctor stood up, walked out from his desk, and went to the sofa opposite him, extending his hand to the undead.

"sit down."

The Undead sat on the sofa, placing the greatsword on his back to one side.

When he came to the doctor's office this time, the topics they discussed were naturally different from those of the past.

They both knew perfectly well that what they were discussing this time was probably the origin and history of everything from the ancient times of Terra to the present.

However, in such a serious setting, neither of them was as serious as they had imagined.

The immortal thought for a moment and spoke first.

"The last time I spoke to you like this... or was it back then, um..."

“A month ago, when you came back from Da Yan.”

The doctor helped him fill in the last piece of the memory puzzle, he said.

"At that time, neither of us remembered anything. We just felt that the things about the Great Yan were a bit strange and related to Theresis."

"It's mainly you."

The Undead added a sentence.

"I didn't expect that you would still remember her."

"This happened some time after you left. My memory is always a bit hazy; after all, I'm someone who also experienced a burning sensation."

The doctor spoke ambiguously, picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and looked at the undead in front of him.

"So, this time when you went to Minos, did you bring back that prophet?"

"Ah."

The Undead nodded, and when it came to the Fire Maiden, his feelings were actually quite complicated.

"she..."

"That lady has done far more than you can imagine. Do not doubt it, Lord Ash. After all, she is forever loyal to you."

It was rare for the doctor to describe something with such certainty, even though it had nothing to do with him.

"To be honest, when I saw the spiral sword at your waist, I was a little surprised that the Prophet wasn't with you. Then it dawned on me."

The doctor sighed.

"After such a long time, her body must have already rotted away."

"Yes."

"The immortal admitted it."