Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 342: The Ghost and The Warden

"What is he doing here?" Zaroth muttered, confusion evident on his tired face.

'I know he is strong, but I didn't expect him to be on the frontlines,' he mused.

He was in need of a rest anyway, so after a few brief seconds he made the decision and commanded Luna to fly to where David's energy was coming from.

While he was slowly getting closer, he studied the map more carefully.

"According to the map, the Draconian Empire should have pulled back a little, giving the land to the Crimson Sun Empire. It was supposed to make it so that they have less ground to defend, but then what is he doing here? Does this mean that we have begun to strike back?"

Not seeing a point in guessing, he closed his eyes and waited for Luna to reach the town.

*****

David's day was relatively normal, if one didn't count that he was starting to grow a little bored.

At the beginning, he had been fighting against wave after wave of soldiers, but after a certain period of time, they stopped coming, most likely having learned their lesson.

"While it is good that they are no longer bothering me, it gets a little boring when all you have to speak to is a monstrosity that is always behind your back," he muttered, irritation clear in his voice.

"If I had feelings, I would have been offended," the Spectral Warden replied in its usually eerie, calm tone.

"You do have feelings, don't try to deceive me, you fuck," David spat back.

"Stop insulting me, brat. The only reason you are alive is because of the power I grant you. If you had just listened to me, you wouldn't have been so bored! You have so much potential, but rather than going and training, you waste your days protecting a little town in the middle of nowhere just because you are too sentimental to leave it behind!"

David shook his head dismissively. He was tired of arguing with the being and decided to not pay it any mind anymore.

Or at least that was the plan until it spoke once again—this time, however, there was a hint of emotion. "What is that?" the Spectral Warden asked, gazing at the sky.

With a raised eyebrow, David followed its gaze, his eyes landing on something flying toward the town.

"Another enemy?" he asked, getting up on his feet, a wide smile appearing. A fight sounded like a good distraction.

Breaking into a sprint, he quickly paced to the defense walls and jumped on top of it, giving him a better vantage point.

"Wait…" Now, thanks to being higher up, his eyes widened, realization striking him.

"That's a skeletal dragon… is this Zaroth?" he muttered, his heart starting to beat faster in excitement.

About twenty minutes later, the dragon reached the town and landed in front of its gates.

With a swift jump, David landed in front of the great creature, his gaze fixed on the figure riding upon it.

The individual, clad in white robes and a demonic mask, jumped from the dragon and began approaching with silent steps.

"Yo," he waved with one hand while removing his mask with the other, "nice to see you again."

David studied Zaroth briefly. It had been some time since they had seen one another, and it was clear that the Beast Master had undergone some changes.

For starters, his eyes looked colder, more menacing—like he had become even more of a menace since the last time they had met. Whether it was because Zaroth was tired or he had gone through hell, David didn't have an idea.

Something else that stood out was his hair. Before, it was on the shorter side like most men kept theirs, but it had started to grow longer and longer, almost reaching his shoulders.

The truth was that Zaroth simply didn't care enough for his physical appearance at the moment, leading him to not cut it.

And lastly, his weird attire also caught David's attention. Why was the man dressed like a ghost?

'He must be hiding his identity… or maybe he is dressed like this to make the enemy forces afraid when their gazes fall on him,' David realized.

Shaking his head, David greeted, "It has been some time, hasn't it? Honestly, from all the ways I thought we would see each other again, you coming here on your dragon's back was not something I expected."

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There was no need to spend more than a second to observe David and the Spectral Warden behind him, so she found herself staring at the terrain.

The place looked like an apocalyptic tale—the ground everywhere was shattered and broken from the dozens of fights that had happened not too long ago.

The air was thick with the stench of death. She didn't even bother counting how many corpses were in the area.

"Do you want me to burn them?" Luna asked. She knew that the man didn't possess fire skills like her, meaning he wasn't able to get rid of the corpses even if he wanted to.

David gazed at her form for a few seconds, a spark starting to ignite in them.

"I would appreciate it," he spoke with a slight bow.

A simple nod was all she gave him, turning into a dragon once more, starting to get rid of the bodies. Due to them being distributed throughout the whole area, she was going to take some time to be done.

Leaving Luna to her own devices, Zaroth approached David and put his hand on his shoulder.

"What are we doing out here? Let's go inside! I am sure we have a lot of stuff to talk about!"

With that, they entered, intending to share stories with one another.

*****

"So this is the place?" Ragnar asked, using a telescope, giving him the ability to see much further than possible.

Rynor simply nodded, but remembering that his brother wasn't looking at him, spoke out loud,

"Yes, this is where the Abyss user was. He was defending the place alone."

Both princes had decided to come here alone and capture the Abyss user. They were going to torture him, intending to get information out of him.

They had come alone, giving them the ability to sneak around and use the element of surprise to their advantage.

The journey to come here hadn't been easy, but they were pretty confident in being able to defeat a single man. No more accurately—Ragnar was most likely going to be more than enough. Rynor had come wanting to observe his brother in a real fight.

"Change of plans," however, as soon as Ragnar spoke behind his helmet, Rynor knew something had gone amiss, for his brother's voice wasn't nearly as calm as usual, there was the slight form of amusement.

"What happened?" Rynor asked, fearing the worst.

"You remember the report I gave our father about an undead dragon that had made a deal with a man they called Ghost?" he questioned.

Rynor nodded, "Yes, I do remember it, but truthfully I am still skeptical that this is the truth."

With a scoff, Ragnar threw the telescope to his younger brother.

"Look," he spoke coldly.

With a bit of hesitation, he brought his eye to the magnifying glass, his eyes widening in pure disbelief.

For he was seeing a skeleton dragon using green flames to get rid of countless corpses.

It was clear they had to change the way they were going to approach the attack.