Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 54: Famous

"Good morning."

Despite seeing the chairwoman, a person that should have brought them comfort, everyone felt the opposite as they held their breaths, waiting to see what she was going to tell them.

Zaroth also held his breath, but for a very different reason.

Looking at Elysia, he couldn’t help but notice the two buttons she had left undone on her suit, leaving part of her chest partially visible.

Coupled with the fact that he was currently lying half-naked on a bed, Zaroth felt his blood rush to a certain place—something he preferred not to happen, especially in his current situation.

"You don’t have to worry about anything," Elysia spoke with a gentle voice, yet one that carried a certain edge.

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She closed the door behind her, picked up a chair, placed it where she had a clear view of everyone, and sat down, crossing one leg over the other.

"Let’s cut to the chase. How did you do it?" Elysia asked, her sharp gaze shifting between the students.

"How did you manage to defeat two Epic beasts and their master?"

Her gaze lingered on Zaroth for a moment longer.

Taking a deep breath, he responded, trying to match her smile.

"Well, to be honest, the fight was a blur—"

"No one here remembers anything, and the reason you won was probably that the Epic beast master underestimated you, right?" Elysia cut off Zaroth in an instant.

’How the hell did she know?!’ Zaroth asked himself.

He hadn’t even finished explaining yet, so she couldn’t have seen through his lie yet.

Elysia leaned back in her chair, which caused her chest to shift slightly.

Zaroth felt the heat rise within him but didn’t avert his gaze—considering it a rare opportunity.

"Isn’t it convenient," she continued, her voice changing from gentle to indifferent, "that none of you remember anything?"

"I at least hoped you would tell the truth to the chairwoman of the academy. You do know that lying to me could get you expelled, right?"

Everyone gulped audibly—though Zaroth’s reaction had more to do with her provocative presence than fear of expulsion.

"Relax," Elysia suddenly said in a carefree tone, almost startling them.

’Just how fast is this woman able to switch her mood?’ Zaroth asked himself.

"If you don’t want to tell me, then don’t. Everyone has something they would prefer to keep secret, after all," she said as she shifted her gaze to Roran and Lily.

"But you two will be entering A-class from now on. There is no way you can survive an encounter with two Epic beasts and not be promoted to the highest class."

After this, Elysia stood up, returned the chair to its original position, and opened the door, clearly intending to head out.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said without turning back.

"Zaroth, when you’re feeling better, I want you in my office."

With that, she exited the room.

"It looks like you got promoted!" Zack said with a smile, shifting his gaze to them.

"Congrats," Zaroth muttered, his body still uncomfortably hot.

Roran and Lily, looking a bit stunned, nodded hastily as a way to say thank you.

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Soon after, Sylvia entered the room, ensuring they were fine and letting them go.

It turned out the room they were in was in the academy, which was convenient as they had lectures soon.

"What about the scores?" Zaroth asked, suddenly remembering that they had been technically rescued.

"They wouldn’t fail us for that, right?" he muttered under his breath.

"I think we can see the results right there!" Zack pointed at a large group of students gathered around a board that looked like it was used for announcements.

The four of them stepped toward the board, their ears picking up conversations all around them.

"How the hell?"

"There’s no way!"

"There has to be a mistake!"

"Who the hell is Zaroth, and where is his team?!"

Raising an eyebrow, Zaroth finally reached the board and took a glance at it.

The damned text was still small and hard to see as always.

He was surprised for a second, it seemed that the results weren’t just from their academy but from the academies across the entire empire.

’It makes sense actually,’ he thought.

’The other academies probably held similar competitions, and now the ones with the highest scores from all the academies will be chosen to participate in the tournament.’

"Where are we?" he muttered as he scanned the board.

He, of course, began from the bottom up.

It was surprising to see that there were so many academies in the empire, but he didn’t ponder on the issue as his eyes reached the top three places and froze for a second.

—Third place—

Grace’s squad - 73,700 points

—Second place—

David’s squad - 95,400 points

—First place—

Zaroth’s squad - 1,002,900 points

This was no doubt plastered not only all around the academy but the empire as a whole.

It seemed that the Epic beasts his squad had killed had most likely added a large amount of points to their side.

Zaroth honestly didn’t know how to feel, as the situation was unfamiliar to him, so all he could do was mutter in bewilderment,

"Huh… I guess I’m famous."

Not wanting to draw attention, he quickly got out of the crowd and headed for Elysia’s office, thinking it was better to deal with the issue as soon as possible.

Reaching the door, room 13/13, he knocked.

"Enter," he immediately heard Elysia’s voice, so he did just that.

Entering, he wasn’t surprised to see that the office was still exactly the same as before—elegant and professional.

Elysia was sitting across from her desk with a cup of coffee by her side.

"Sit," she spoke, gesturing with her hand towards the seat across from her.

Taking a deep breath, he did, looking her in her beautiful black eyes and asking,

"Why am I here?" It was a natural question, he was wondering if the plan for winning the tournament had changed, or maybe she wanted him to try and get his friends on her side.

Putting the cup close to her lips, she took a sip as she leaned back in her chair.

With a menacing smile—one that Zaroth, for some ungodly reason, found alluring—she spoke,

"Why else? Summon it."

Zaroth raised an eyebrow.

"Summon what?"

"Your dragon, of course."