Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 53: Friends

Why did Zaroth laugh like a maniac when Elysia found him?

True, he was happy he had managed to kill the son of a bitch, even if he had to rely on Lily’s help in the end.

But he was still moments away from dying, so what could have led him to laugh so much?

After Zaroth managed to kill Eryndor, he saw something he wasn’t expecting.

The two dead beasts of the bastard were glowing with energy—the kind that indicated they could potentially be resurrected and tamed.

He may have killed their master, so the chances of taming them were low, but he still decided it wouldn’t hurt to try.

But the message he saw next was something he certainly didn’t expect.

[Cerberus judges your soul.]

[Cerberus doesn’t respond to your call.]

[Cerberus trembles in your presence and that of your beast, Luna.]

The same went for the bird.

[Aetherion judges your soul.]

[Aetherion doesn’t respond to your call.]

[Aetherion trembles in your presence and that of your beast, Luna.]

These mighty beings were scared of him and Luna.

How could he not laugh at that?

When had he become so strong that Epic beasts trembled in his presence?

Well, that didn’t matter now, as there was a problem.

Zack, Roran, and Lily now knew he had tamed a dragon.

This could be disastrous if they decided to spread the information.

But Zaroth certainly didn’t expect his friends to hide so much power of their own.

He suspected they were strong, but certainly not to this extent.

Zaroth didn’t have more time to ponder these matters as he felt sunlight illuminating his closed eyes.

With a grunt, he slowly opened them.

It took a second or two until his eyes adjusted to his surroundings.

When they did, he observed his surroundings,

He was in a spacious white room, lying on a bed.

In the same room as him were Zack, Roran, and Lily.

It seemed they were in a hospital room.

"Why do I have déjà vu?" he muttered under his breath as he attempted to get up, but his aching muscles stopped him.

Suddenly, his eyes widened as he shifted his gaze to his left arm.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he muttered, "It’s there."

It seemed that the academy’s healers were certainly skilled enough to reattach his arm.

Or maybe they didn’t reattach it and simply had a way to make it grow back?

Seeing as he was too exhausted to move a muscle, he sent a mental message to Luna.

’How are things going?’

’Great, actually,’ she replied instantly.

It seemed that, at least, his beast was in a good mood—unlike him.

’How so?’ he asked, raising an eyebrow.

’During the fight, I used my fire breath repeatedly. As a result, your mana core has expanded.’

’How much?’

’I can’t say for certain, but the amount of mana you can store, how quickly it regenerates, and how much output it can provide at once have all increased significantly.’

Zaroth closed his eyes for a moment, appreciating the fact that he was alive—and stronger.

’So… does that mean it’s strong enough to… you know.’

Unlike usual, Luna took some time to respond.

Typically, she would immediately reject the idea under the pretext that his mana core was still too weak.

Could that change today?

Luna sighed—or at least Zaroth thought she did—before answering.

’It has certainly become stronger, but it’s not enough.’

"Figures," he muttered, frustrated.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he heard movement next to him.

Everyone was waking up.

’This is going to be awkward,’ Zaroth thought, not looking forward to the incoming conversation.

After everyone had woken up, no one said a thing as they sat up, resting their backs against the bed frames.

No doubt everyone was thinking the same thing,

’Would they be able to hide my secret, or would I have to kill them right here and now?’

Not liking the tension in the air, Zaroth decided to be the one to break the ice.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke.

"I guess you can say we all have our secrets."

Everyone shifted their gaze to him, listening without interrupting.

"I assume none of you want this information to get out. So, let’s make a deal, we won’t speak of this to anyone, nor will we reveal what each of us is capable of."

Silence fell over the room until Zack spoke.

"Seeing as we’re here, they no doubt know we defeated two Epic beasts along with their master."

"And they’re most likely going to question us about how we managed it," Roran finished Zack’s thought.

"We need to get our stories straight so we don’t raise any suspicions," Lily interjected.

"Any ideas?" Zack asked.

"Yes," Zaroth suggested. "I recommend we keep it as short as possible. That way, it’ll be harder to spot any inconsistencies."

"We could say the battle is blurry in our minds and we can’t remember exactly what happened," Roran added.

"But they’ll still want an explanation about how we managed to win, right?" Zack countered.

"We can say their master had already gone insane and wasn’t thinking clearly about how to use his beasts," Lily spoke. "On top of that, he likely underestimated us."

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With their plan finalized, another awkward silence fell over the room.

"I want to say…" Zaroth was surprised at himself for speaking up, but he found he was feeling something unfamiliar—something he had never felt in his life until now.

"I… am glad you guys are alive."

Zack laughed. "I’m hard to kill, you know."

"There are still things I need to do," Roran said with a firm nod of agreement.

"I’m not ready to die yet," Lily added, a soft smile forming on her lips.

With the ice broken between them, they began chatting about nothing in particular—like friends were supposed to.

Of course, as the volume of their conversation rose, a knock on the door silenced them.

The door creaked open, revealing a tall, breathtaking woman with dark pupils and hair, her presence like the incarnation of death itself.

Elysia gazed at the four students resting on the beds, with a menacing smile spreading across her face.

"Good morning,"