Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 59: Conversation

"You didn’t answer my question," Midnight spoke coldly as she leaned back in her chair and put the book aside.

"I just really wanted to talk with you," Zaroth responded.

"Didn’t I tell you that I would prefer it if you didn’t bother me again?"

"Don’t be so cold," he spoke as he placed his right hand on the table close to hers.

"How could I not want to talk with you when we now share a connection?"

He was, of course, referring to the time he had made a deal with the demon about keeping quiet about their abilities.

At the time, Zaroth was drunk, so he almost didn’t notice, but for a moment, there appeared some kind of symbol on the back of his right hand. So in a way, he shared a connection with Midnight.

With a sigh, she spoke, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"Well," pointing to the book she was currently reading, he answered,

"I want to know why you are here and what your goal is."

Midnight scoffed at his words, "What makes you think I will tell you that?"

Zaroth, searching for a way to make her talk, was lost for a moment.

"I’m not sure how you function…" he was referring to how demons function in their society but didn’t say it out loud, as there were students in the room who could potentially overhear.

"But I’m guessing that you’re alone, right? Wouldn’t it be nice to share that information with somebody? Especially…" he pointed at his hand,

"…when you know I can’t reveal that information to anybody else?"

Midnight sighed as her eyebrows furrowed, clearly deep in thought.

"Alright, for every question you ask, I will do the same. And do not lie."

"Deal," he agreed in an instant. "Then I will begin. Why are you here?"

"To get stronger," she immediately replied.

"My turn—why are you trying to get close to me?"

"Because it will be beneficial."

Midnight grimaced, "Your answer was too vague."

Zaroth smiled as he crossed one leg over the other, "So was yours. Alright, next question, How do you get stronger?"

"By stealing strength from others. Why would befriending me be beneficial?"

"Because I believe we have a common enemy," Zaroth sighed, glancing around, thinking about how to word the next question.

"What would make you want to team up with me?"

"By bringing me a strong human." Midnight also took a moment to ask her next question.

"And what is that common enemy?"

Zaroth smiled darkly, "The gods." And then he added, "Would the emperor suffice?"

Midnight, clearly not expecting such a question, narrowed her eyes in surprise for a moment.

"Your enemy is the gods? Is that true?" she asked, her gaze seeming to brighten, almost as if checking if what he was saying was the truth.

Not flinching, he brought his head closer. "Yep, I want to kill them all… okay, maybe leave one alive, depending on the circumstances."

Seeing that he was telling the truth, Midnight again got lost in thought, only to ask him a moment later,

"Why did you ask if the emperor would suffice?"

Zaroth smiled as he placed a hand on the book, opening it.

"Let’s say I can bring him to you, so I’m asking if he would be strong enough."

The reason Zaroth made that offer was because he wasn’t dumb… okay, he wasn’t that dumb. By watching Elysia and her actions, it was crystal clear that the emperor was her enemy.

So, in the future, he would most likely witness Elysia getting rid of the emperor , so why couldn’t Zaroth make use of the body?

And also, if there wasn’t the matter with Elysia and her plan that she seemed reluctant to share yet, Zaroth still hadn’t forgotten the queen and the way she had made him feel.

Remembering how far she was sitting when the emperor was giving his speech, it was clear that they weren’t in great rapport. But even so, she was married… So if he wanted her, it was obvious that he was going to have to get rid of her husband eventually.

So, he might as well offer the body of the emperor, with the hope that this could be the start of a beneficial relationship.

"Yes, he would suffice," Midnight answered, clearly wondering if Zaroth was right in the head or not.

"I see, thanks for the info. That’s all I wanted to know," he said as he scanned the first book, beginning to search if there was something as the most superior weapon.

Seeing that he was reluctant to talk anymore, Midnight sighed and returned to reading her book as well.

*****

"Ah…" Zaroth was walking in the streets heading toward the bar.

He was remembering the things he read in the books.

"In short, there is no superior weapon. It all depends on the person who uses them," he muttered under his breath. He was honestly kind of disappointed, but at the same time, he was not.

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It meant that no matter what weapon he chose to master, he would be able to become one of the best if he trained hard enough.

"But Roderic was right, I should switch things up a bit…" Remembering how his instructor had mentioned that Zaroth could use a spear, not once but twice, he decided to give it a try the next day when he trained with his friends.

Walking in the streets at night was quite peaceful. He was enjoying the air, even if it wasn’t as clean as it was in the forest.

And after a few minutes of walking,

"I’m here," he spoke, looking at the time.

19:59.

He was even on time. Messaging his friends, he learned that they had already seated inside. So, with a sigh, he opened the door.

The laughter and conversation of the drunk people in the bar instantly reached his ears.

Not paying them attention, he looked around until he saw a table where Zack and Roran were seated.

"Where is Lily?" he asked as he took his seat.

"She doesn’t like to drink in public spaces because she doesn’t want to embarrass herself," Roran said, looking at the menu.

With a grin, he asked Zaroth just to make sure, "So, your treat?"

"Yep," Zaroth replied, opening the menu as well.

The night party had begun.