Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 374: I’m Never Wrong

’There was a Fragment inside her?!’ Zaroth was stunned. He had seen the woman before, of course; however, back then he didn’t know about the existence of the Fragments, nor had he received the Divine mission yet.

There was a nagging suspicion that there was something more to her, considering how she had the ability to see part of the future, but her bearing a Fragment was completely unexpected.

Instinctively, the grip on his odachi tightened. If she had a Fragment, then did she also know he had it? If that was the case, then she might really have come here to kill him.

Unfortunately for him, however, he was in no shape to fight. His mana core was almost empty, his body battered and broken, his mental state exhausted.

While by her sides there were two elves, and judging from what he knew about them, they were extremely powerful.

’In other words, I am screwed,’ a cold chuckle escaped his lips, gaze never shifting from Vera.

"What do you have to do with me?" he directed his question to the mystery woman, preparing for the worst.

She tilted her head to the side at the question. The gesture could have been considered cute if it wasn’t for the white mask that gave her an eerie feeling. "I need your help, and you need mine. So I think both of us have to gain by cooperating," she spoke.

Zaroth raised an eyebrow. "Do you mean friendship?"

"Yes," she simply replied, waving her head to Sira.

With a sigh, Sira approached Zaroth and put her hand over his bloody head. His body tensed at the gesture, which made her click her tongue. "Hold still," she said.

Night released a chuckle. "Oh gods, did you tense from a simple woman’s touch?" he teased, barely able to contain his laughter.

Zaroth, however, ignored him entirely. Instead, his focus was solely on his body.

Something entered him. It wasn’t mana, that was for sure, yet it partly felt similar.

’Is that the will of the world? The power that only the elves are able to use?’ he thought, trying to remember the feeling.

His body began to mend itself. It wasn’t like he was under the effect of a healing spell or potion... this was different.

Bones shifted and cracked, realigning to where they were meant to be. A surge of marrow flowed out and solidified, sealing cracks and shattered points. Torn muscles stitched themselves back together, tightening and returning his strength. His skin regenerated, sealing cuts, burns, and scrapes at an unnatural speed.

And most importantly, the rot that had begun to consume his body pulled back, unable to fight against Sira’s powers, eventually leading it to disappear entirely.

The whole process lasted only a minute or two, yet in that short time, Zaroth felt like he was in heaven—mentally and physically. In his life, he had never felt this good even for a single moment.

When it was over, Sira stepped back. Zaroth stared at his body, stunned.

"I am fine? Just like that?" he muttered, slowly standing on his own two feet. This feeling was unmistakable—the blood rushing through his veins, the lack of soreness and pain in his muscles, his bones that felt like they had been mended into tougher versions of themselves.

He was back in peak physical condition. The only thing that had yet to be restored was his mana, but it wasn’t that surprising—even if Sira wanted to, there was no way for her to refill his reserves.

"Thank you." Snapping back to reality, Zaroth gave Sira a small bow. Whatever she had done, it surpassed the work of any healer he’d ever met. And if there was anyone he truly respected, it was healers.

Sira nodded softly and pointed with her finger to his chest. "It’s still there—the curse, I mean. I can’t remove it fully. Only you can," she answered calmly.

"But—"

Zaroth began to speak, but Night cut him off.

"Before you ask, only our powers can remove it. So, if you don’t want to live in constant fear of the curse returning..." He raised his finger, pointing toward the distant horizon where the ocean shimmered far to the north.

"Then you’ll have to reach our lands—and learn to wield our power for yourself," he explained.

Sira gazed back at Vera, who had been watching them silently. "We have done our end of the deal. I hope in the future you will too," she spoke. A second later, she disappeared from sight.

"Well, I hope to see you in our home soon, Zaroth!" Night waved his hand for goodbye, a second later disappearing from sight as well.

Zaroth was left alone with Vera.

"They came because of me," she let out a sigh. "Do you see that we are not enemies?"

Still inspecting his body, making sure there was nothing wrong with him, Zaroth shifted his gaze to her. "You are full of mysteries..." he admitted. "Tell me—what do you want from me?"

Taking a step forward, Vera chuckled—the most pleasant sound Zaroth had ever heard in his entire life, leading his heart to stop for a fraction of a second.

"I want to come with you. To the elf continents, I mean," she explained.

Zaroth frowned. "Look, I know that I might owe you and all, but the journey will be dangerous. Crossing the ocean is not a trivial matter. It’s something that few dare to attempt, and most fail in the end. The beings that hide there are incredibly threatening and... don’t be offended, but you don’t look like a fighter and more like a liability."

It was a simple fact. With her petite body and old staff, Vera didn’t seem like a powerful mage that could cast devastating spells from afar, nor could she bring destruction in close-range combat.

Vera let out a sigh, yet she didn’t look disappointed—almost like she expected Zaroth to say something like this.

"I have to prove it to you, I guess... why taking me with you will be beneficial."

Not wanting to tire herself from a long talk, she seated herself on the ground and began to explain.

Several minutes passed. Zaroth listened carefully, his expression darkening with every word.

When she finished, Zaroth stared at her, voice low with suspicion. "Are you... fucking with me right now?"

Vera chuckled at the question. "Of course not. Did you find a single flaw in my plan? Or anything that doesn’t benefit you directly?"

"No," he shook his head. "It’s... perfect. Too perfect."

His eyes grew colder. "How much do you know? No—scratch that—how much have you anticipated?"

Vera tilted her head to the side a little. "Does that matter?" Her tone appeared colder than usual. "All you have to do is follow the plan. This way, you’ll know how beneficial it would be to have me by your side."

Zaroth studied her for a long moment, his mind racing—Luna’s as well. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find a flaw.

"Fine," he said, summoning Nightshade, the black panther appearing at his side. "But if you’re wrong... you’ll pay for it."

Despite the threat—and despite the fact that Zaroth could end her life in an instant—Vera didn’t flinch. Instead, she chuckled.

"I’m never wrong," she said calmly.