Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 107: Round 5

"Yes! Then the bed broke so I had to go and buy one that was reinforced with titanium!" Zaroth spoke as he brought the cup to his mouth.

Zack patted him on the shoulder. "You turned out to be quite the player!" Discover stories with novelbuddy

Roran raised an eyebrow. "But why are you reluctant to speak about her or how she looks?"

Lily nudged him with her elbow. "Leave the man alone! If he doesn’t want to get into specifics, who are we to complain?"

Zaroth was at the bar with his friends, and they weren’t worried about the cost, buying the most expensive alcohol they had.

Today, they were going to celebrate after all!

He was currently describing the night he had spent with Midnight and the bed he bought, as he concealed the important information. Things like that she was a vampire and that he had to infiltrate a building selling some kind of pills just to get the money for the bed.

"Anyways, what about you guys?" he asked as he shifted his gaze to them. "How is the tournament going?"

"Is there a point in even asking? We have proceeded to the fifth round," Roran proclaimed as he put the cup to his mouth, only to realize that it was already empty.

"Yeah, at least until now, it has been surprisingly easy," Lily spoke as she tried to hide a smirk, looking at Roran and how he was staring at his empty cup.

"Unfortunately, that will soon change. The more participants fall out, the tougher it will become," Zack spoke.

"That’s true, and we won’t have much time to prepare, since they’ll probably want to rush through the earlier rounds until they reach the tenth, after which they’ll be held in the grand arena. Those rounds will likely be like national events," Zaroth theorized.

Roran scoffed, "Yeah, just imagine the money the emperor would make when he starts charging the audience for tickets if they want to enter and watch the fights."

The night was still young, so they ordered even more drinks. In the end, there was a massive fight in the bar that left dozens of people injured, but that was a story for another time.

*****

Waking up with a smile, Zaroth sat on his expensive bed. He had never felt this good after waking up. "The money I spent on you is certainly worth it," he chuckled as he got up to take a shower.

A few days passed, with nothing noteworthy happening, until one night Zaroth received a message.

His eyes shined as a dark smile found itself on his face. "So the fifth round is tomorrow…"

That night he went to bed early with the intention of being as fresh as possible the next day.

Waking up, the first thing he did was message Midnight.

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Zaroth: My fifth fight would be today. Would you like to come?

Midnight: Why should I? I already went once, didn’t I? Or do you just want me to shout in your support as before?

Zaroth: No, it’s just that you being there would lift my spirits.

Midnight: …

Midnight: Ugh, fine, I will come, but don’t expect what happened last time to happen again.

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Zaroth grinned. "Well, she seems in a good mood today."

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*****

Walking in the arena, the first thing Zaroth noticed was that there was more audience than last time.

Before there were about a dozen people, but now there were dozens.

"And this is just the fifth round. Imagine how much traction the later ones will get…" he muttered under his breath as he searched for a specific person in the audience.

It didn’t take long to find the striking woman with crimson eyes and hair.

"Midnight… so she came," he whispered as he felt his body get hotter, but a second later, he shook his head.

"Now isn’t the time for fantasies, Zaroth," he muttered as he glanced at his opponent.

A bald man, wearing a yellow robe, stood in front of him. The man held a long wooden staff in both hands.

"Is this guy a monk?" Zaroth raised an eyebrow. He didn’t have much experience fighting against opponents using this kind of weapon, but everything had its first, so taking a deep breath, he tightened the grip on his spear and got into a battle stance.

"Okay, let’s see what you got," his eyes narrowed like a hunter as he dashed forward.

*****

’I am not sure how to feel,’ Midnight quietly observed the fight in front of her.

Every time her gaze fell on Zaroth or her thoughts drifted to him, she felt a mixture of emotions.

On one hand, she was very attracted to him. In the beginning, she wondered what the reason for that was, as it didn’t make sense she fell so fast for him.

After some time pondering the question, she came to the conclusion that it was because she trusted him. Enough to make a deal with him… even if she didn’t have much choice due to his dragon, but also because he was the only person that she could ask for help when she was in a pinch. He could have easily ignored her request, but he came to her rescue.

Midnight couldn’t remember the last time she had received help from somebody, she was always alone, fighting against military forces… but that changed when he suddenly appeared. Being able to have a person she could rely on seemed to make her feel attraction towards him.

But on the other hand, she was a vampire—a demon. So she had been taught to dislike humans.

Even if she felt attracted to Zaroth, enough that she had even slept with him, at the same time she felt hatred and disgust, as she had been taught from a young age to feel that way.

Even if she knew she should throw these emotions aside, it wasn’t easy, especially since these lessons had been the things that helped her survive for so long. Don’t trust anybody, especially not humans.

As such, she wanted some time away from him so she could properly think her thoughts through.

’Do I want to try and advance our relationship, or do I put a stop to it?’ It was clear that Zaroth felt attracted to her, as he had invited her to his bed—quite boldly, at that—using a message.

"Ugh! I don’t know!" Midnight muttered in frustration as she massaged her head and took a deep breath.

"Why are feelings so complicated?!"

Her thoughts were interrupted as the audience burst into cheers.

Midnight shifted her gaze back to the arena. There were large chunks of rock that had been thrown at the walls of the arena. It seemed that the monk’s class had something to do with controlling the earth.

He must have been a tough opponent… and yet he was on the ground, clutching his side, as there was a wound close to his ribs from which blood was pouring.

Meanwhile, Zaroth, bleeding from his forehead, as he had taken a hit square in the head from one of the rocks the monk had sent, seemed unfazed as he was waving happily at Midnight.

The fifth round was over.