Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 208: Silent Embrace

Before she could comprehend what was going on, she was hit at the side.

She grunted, her side burning as she collapsed to her knees.

Her class was a Trickster, and her blessing complemented her class very well, but sadly, that meant she wasn't particularly empowered by them, so she couldn't retaliate.

Not to mention that she had just gone to buy some clothes! So it was obvious that she wasn't carrying any weapons!

Collapsed on her knees, she tried to move her hands into a defensive position, but it was all meaningless as she was hit by Zaroth's fist.

A few of her teeth broke and fell to the ground.

Her vision blurred.

Before she had time to recover, she was hit again.

This time, her nose broke.

And then, one last time—her consciousness slipped away, and she passed out.

Zaroth took a glance at the woman.

Her beautiful face was now covered by the blood that was flowing down from the wounds he had caused.

Not saying anything, he reached for the dagger behind his back and was about to slit her throat.

"No."

But he stopped himself.

He knew what he was doing was wrong—

Not the killing part, of course. The reason was something else.

He was hearing the voice that wanted him to kill.

If he did, he would surely gain a better understanding of his demonic skills.

But how did that work exactly?

Zaroth wasn't sure, but he theorized that by killing a person, he was consuming either their soul or a part of it.

So one could say that if he killed this woman, he was going to take a part of her.

And this wasn't something he wanted.

She had done the one thing she shouldn't have.

She had desecrated Zaroth's mother's memory, trying to deceive him by doing so.

In his eyes, she didn't qualify as human anymore.

So he didn't want to consume her.

it felt wrong.

It was the same as if a rich aristocrat looked at a cheap meal.

Sure, he could consume it, but doing so would be beneath him.

That didn't mean that Zaroth wasn't going to kill her.

For a moment, he wondered if he should summon his beasts.

They were carnivores, so they wouldn't have any trouble not just killing her, but also eating her, hiding the evidence, and making Elysia's job easier.

But he didn't want his beasts to be tainted by the woman.

"Then what should I do?" he muttered as he began to gaze around the room.

His eyes stopped at the fireplace.

"Bingo."

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Without saying anything else, he took the unconscious woman in a princess carry and placed her in the fire.

She was unconscious, so she wouldn't feel much pain.

'Do I want her to feel pain?' Zaroth asked himself.

For a moment, he pondered if he should wait for her to regain consciousness and then burn her, but in the end, he decided that the trouble wasn't worth it.

As he placed her in the fire, he took a few steps back and sat on the ground.

Slowly, the scent of burning human flesh reached his nostrils.

The image of the man he had been forced to kill in the 13th round appeared in his mind.

Zaroth sighed. He wasn't thinking about anything in particular.

He was feeling different emotions, but trying to understand what they were was too much of a hassle.

So, in the end, he just sat and looked at the fire.

Slowly, the flesh of the woman disintegrated, and only bones remained.

Zaroth was still looking at the fire.

He didn't want to, but he couldn't help himself as his thoughts began to wander about his mother.

Alone.

That was how Zaroth felt at that moment.

Until he felt something soft behind him.

Luna suddenly appeared behind him, sitting with her body pressed tightly against his back

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer.

"…What? You can summon yourself?" Zaroth asked, not shifting his gaze from the fire.

"No, you summoned me," she answered calmly.

He furrowed his brows.

'Did I?' he asked himself.

He wasn't sure anymore.

But thinking about it felt like too much of a chore, so he dropped the thought.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Hurt," he answered honestly. There was no point in lying anyway.

"Do you know why you feel that way?" Luna asked.

There were a lot of reasons. In truth, he had been feeling like this for some time now, he just used the chance to rest his mind, as he rarely got the chance to do so.

Zaroth didn't say anything, letting her finish.

"It was because you lacked power."

Zaroth couldn't suppress a scoff.

"Really? Now, of all times, you want to manipulate me into getting stronger?"

Luna was silent for a few moments.

"But you know that I am right. If you were stronger, the woman's illusion wouldn't have affected you. You wouldn't have seen your mother, and you wouldn't have felt hurt."

He took a second to consider her words. It was the truth. If his mind was stronger, if his main core was stronger... maybe he wouldn't be in this situation right now.

"…So what you're saying is that if I don't want to feel hurt—if I don't want to feel pain like this ever again—I have to attain more power?"

"Yes," Luna answered calmly.

Silence fell in the room as the only thing that could be heard was the crackling of the campfire.

That was until—

"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…"

Luna began humming some kind of song.

Zaroth recognized it. She was humming the same song from when they met for the first time.

The song didn't bother him, so he didn't tell her to stop.

"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…"

Zaroth's heart began to ache.

"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…"

This sounded familiar.

"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…"

His eyes widened for a second. He didn't realize that the corners of his eyes had begun to tear up.

This was the song his mother used to sing to him when he was very little—before she got her curse.

She used to hum that song when he was scared, trying to calm him down.

"…How do you know that song?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I'm not sure. The moment I came back to life, I just did. Maybe it's because of our connection?" she answered.

Zaroth was silent for a few moments.

"My mother used to sing it."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Zaroth heard her question but didn't answer—he wasn't sure himself.

While it reminded him of the past, resulting in hurting him, it also brought him comfort, as the only person he had ever seen being able to hum that song was his mother.

Luna smiled faintly. They were connected, so she could more or less understand what he felt and wanted.

Embracing him tighter, she began humming again.

"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…"

Zaroth stopped looking at the fire and closed his eyes.

His heart, which had been beating wildly since who knows when, began to calm down as his mind seemed to gain clarity.

The muscles that had been tensed for a long time slowly relaxed as he didn't feel under any kind of danger.

He didn't feel alone now.

There was somebody else with him.