Ark Undead

The undead lowered his gaze to the young Sarkaz before him and said in a deep voice.

"If the reckoning is delayed, how can justice be upheld?"

He added.

"The Knights' Guild, too, is an ally of the despicable."

Bloodthorn paused for a moment. How could he not know about the Knights Guild's actions?

Most of the Knights Association's top officials have been infiltrated by the Business Alliance. Even though the Grand Knight Commander is still in charge, many trivial matters have already been taken over by the Business Alliance.

Like grains of sand forming a tower, the business alliance traded the future and core of the Knights' Race for the development of Kazimierz.

They claim it's for the people of Kazimir, but who doesn't know they're just lining their own pockets?

However, what would happen if the commercial alliance were to disappear and the Knights Association became the sole dominant force? Nobody knows.

No one wants to go back to the old days, living in the mountains and mud, fighting against wild beasts and mosquitoes.

Bloodthorn couldn't answer the Undead. In his view, the Knights Association's actions were indeed unacceptable, and the Business Alliance was even more despicable.

But without any one of them, there would be no Kazimierz today, and no Kazimierz Knights Major that the entire Terra region is watching.

"No matter what the Cavaliers Association does, at least they didn't try to manipulate the course of the game, and there will be sober people to keep things on track."

Bloodthorn spoke again.

"That official secured an opportunity for you, and he's already made his stance clear. You saw that when you came in, didn't you?"

"You mean those soldiers?"

"The immortal asked."

“Gravel is leading the way.”

"Yes, they are the forces behind that lord, the border knights of Kazimir."

Bloodthorn nodded and said.

"With his status as a guarantor, as long as you choose to join the Knights Guild, no one will dare to say anything. Even if they do, there will be other ways to suppress them, because you have not indiscriminately killed innocent people."

The Undead remained silent, his opinion of the old man rising even higher.

He dared to gamble so much for the Undead, not for the powerful Undead knight, but for the group he represented in this competition.

Those independent knights who fight alone.

The Knights Association wants all independent knights to see that they support independent knights and that they stand with them.

But, unfortunately.

"I'm leaving."

As the immortal spoke, he turned back in the direction he had come from.

"Huh?! What? Let's go? Where to?"

Bloodthorn didn't even realize what the Undead was saying. In his mind, this was the best way to calm things down, and the Undead would agree no matter what.

"Leave, Kazimir."

The Undead walked straight to the iron gate on the south side, the door that he pushed open with his own hands.

"Help me, thank you, sir."

"Hey!"

Bloodthorn took two or three steps to catch up, then stretched out his hand and shouted.

"Everyone outside is targeting you. Going out now is suicide!"

Admittedly, the undead are incredibly powerful. But how can the strength of one individual compare to that of half a nation?

Before joining the Knights Guild, the Knights Guild had no reason to aid the Undead.

Gravel and his team didn't come to protect the Undead; they came to ensure the match wasn't disturbed.

The lord who belonged to the Conquering Knights also used this excuse to keep the various knight inspectors, who were controlled by the Commercial Alliance, silent for the time being.

If the immortal were to step out of this door, he would no longer be faced with a choice.

Not only does the Commercial Alliance belong to it, but if the Undead does not join the Knights Guild, his previous killings will also become grounds for arrest.

"You'd better think this through! Step out there, and standing in front of you is the entire Business Alliance, and most of the Knights' Association!"

The young Sarkaz was indeed worried about the Undead.

"You are already the strongest knight, why do you still raise your sword against the Knights Guild?"

Such a warrior should not die under the shadow of intrigue and self-interest.

He should have become a legend, standing tall and unyielding.

The sword-and-shield knight stopped and glanced back at the persuader, his voice coming from within his armor.

"I did not intentionally raise my sword against anyone. Nor did I intend to start a fight."

The business alliance targets the Undead, but their influence extends far beyond just the Undead.

Zofia has faced life and death with the Undead twice, and Maria firmly believes that she is right as a teacher.

How could I possibly swallow this humiliation and bear it silently?

Even in the age of gods, he never submitted to the deities!

"I am doing this for my friends, and for my disciples."

Bloodthorn remained silent; he already knew that the Undead's purpose was not revenge.

He was going to stand up for his beliefs and confront those despicable people who scorn nobility and honor.

He wanted to use his sword to make everyone understand.

Honor is not earned through the approval of others, but through one's own beliefs.

Even if it means dying in battle, it's still falling on the path to achieving our goal!

So the noble one stepped forward and walked toward the gate.

Maria and Zofia had already sneaked backstage while the chaotic audience was rushing out, hoping to find the Undead.

When they found the Undead, he had just walked out of the arena.

"Teacher! Teacher!"

Maria ran over in a few steps and said worriedly.

"There are knights everywhere outside. The leader says you have violated the laws of Kazimierz and are taking you back!"

The undead reached out and gently stroked Maria's head.

This was the first time he had physical contact with this disciple. The soft hair squeezed through the gaps in the chainmail, allowing the undead to feel its gentleness and faint warmth.

"No need, ignore them."

The Undead spoke softly to Little Light.

"Maria, you are excellent. So, don't stop exercising."

Maria knew perfectly well that the Undead were leaving. She had only heard such parting words once a few years ago.

But right now, the people from the Business Alliance are outside, and the people from the Knights Association are waiting for the choice of the Undead.

If he really doesn't give face to anyone, who knows how many weapons will be swung at him as soon as he goes out!

This time, the situation is even more dangerous than her sister's; the business alliance is prepared to kill the undead!

Maria was so anxious that tears were about to well up in her eyes. She reached out and grabbed the teacher's hand that was on her head.

"Teacher! Please grant Sister Li's request. As long as you join the Knights Association, you'll be safe!"

The immortal stroked his disciple's golden hair again, then looked at Zofia beside him.

"Zofia."

"I know what I should do, you don't need to tell me."

Zofia didn't try to persuade the Undead; she knew that if she could, the Undead wouldn't be here today.

“Maria will become a true knight, I promise.”

The immortal nodded slightly.

He squatted down again, looking directly into Kuranta's worried eyes.

“Maria, your staff.”

"what?"

Maria was still concerned about the safety of the Undead, and she didn't even realize what the Undead were saying.

The Undead took Maria's portable staff from her waist, turned it over, and saw the Originium embedded at the bottom.

He held the staff in his left hand, and a gentle ball of light rose from his right.

It wasn't just light; beneath this seemingly soft and warm glow lay countless tiny bolts of lightning, intertwined and merging together.

The Undead placed his right hand on the Originium, and the once calm and stable Originium immediately began to tremble until the light disappeared, at which point it calmed down again.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see tiny, golden branches within this source stone.

The Undead returned the portable staff to Maria.

"This is the last lesson before we say goodbye."

He said calmly.

“Maria, listen carefully.”

Maria gripped her staff tightly, tears welling in her eyes, her breath trembling slightly.

"Yes, teacher, please go ahead."

From the moment Maria met the Undead, from her very first words, she revealed her longing for noble knights.

But what she longed for was never the noble status of a knight.

What she admired was the spirit of the noble knights, represented by Margaret, who were undaunted by hardship, resolutely forging ahead in pursuit of justice and glory.