Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 61: Roran

"No, move! I have to move!" he muttered under his breath.

Seeing the person he was supposed to protect lying dead on the ground, Roran felt rage and a wish for vengeance, but he was bound—he couldn’t move.

After all, he had been given one last objective.

Feeling tears fall upon the hand he was using to keep Lily silent, he gritted his teeth in frustration.

"It’s alright, I am here," he whispered quietly, only for the two of them to hear.

’Never in a million years would I have thought something like this would happen,’ Roran, trying to keep himself occupied to forget the rage, tried to keep himself busy with his thoughts.

If he were just a bit stronger… if he were born just a bit earlier… he might have been able to prevent this from happening.

He was shown such hospitality, and how did he thank them? How did he repay them?

He failed to do the one thing he was supposed to.

Did he even have a reason to go on anymore?

Was he supposed to seek revenge against these monsters in human skin now?

Was there even a point in his existence?

Lily, not wishing to look at the scene anymore, turned around as she took Roran into her embrace, holding him as tightly as she could, unwilling to let him go.

’I am all she has left,’ he thought as he returned her embrace.

"It’s alright, I will not leave you."

Hearing him say that, Lily’s shaking body seemed to have calmed down a little.

Roran was glad that she had hugged him… it’s not because he liked her at the moment.

It was just that…

She wouldn’t be able to see the ugly tears he was crying in frustration.

"Ro—"

Seeing the crimson blood of the people he called family spread around the floor.

Feeling their only descendant embrace him tightly in fear.

"—an?"

"I swear, you will not meet the same fate," he muttered quickly, so that even Lily wasn’t able to hear.

At that moment, he had made up his mind… no, he had made up his mind long ago.

No matter what.

No matter the cost.

She would live.

"Roran?"

Hearing his name being called out by a gentle voice, and feeling his body being shaken slightly, he grunted as he opened his eyes.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to his surroundings. When they did, he caught a glance of a breathtaking woman with golden hair and eyes.

When he glanced at Lily, he felt so many things.

Happiness, gratefulness… shame, regret, guilt, the need to atone.

"Yes?" he answered as he sat up slowly.

"Are you… alright?" Lily asked, clearly concerned.

Roran scoffed, "Of course. When have I not been alright?"

"No… it’s just that you were crying in your sleep, so I felt it was better to wake you up."

Placing his right hand to his cheek, Roran saw that he was indeed crying.

He couldn’t help but curse in his mind.

’Pathetic,’

"Oh, I see… thanks for waking me up," he spoke, forcing a smile to appear on his face.

"You didn’t overdo it last night at the bar, right?"

"Of course I didn’t. I got home myself, after all."

Hesitating for a moment, Lily said gently, "You know you can talk about anything with me, right? If you need anything, you can just ask."

Roran’s eyes narrowed for a moment.

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Stretching out his hands, he took her in his embrace.

"You are enough. I don’t need anything, Lily," he spoke warmly, trying to hide his eyes from her, thinking inwardly,

’No matter the cost.’

"Are you trying to appear romantic?" Lily spoke as she exited his embrace.

"If you are alright, then go take a bath. You stink of alcohol."

"Okay, okay," Roran shrugged as he entered the bathroom.

Feeling the hot water hit his body, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

He had drunk so much alcohol… and yet he still remembered?

Was he destined to have these nightmares for the rest of his life?

"No, it’s alright," he reassured himself as he placed a trembling hand over his tired eyes.

"As long as I haven’t failed, it’s all good. Everything else is irrelevant."

After the shower, he dried himself and put on his clothes.

"Ha, would you look at that? Now you look like a respectable person and not some drunkard from a bar," Lily teased as she took a sip of her coffee.

"You better appreciate this look, it’s all for you," Roran retorted as he sat in his chair.

His eyes widened briefly as he saw that Lily had prepared breakfast.

"Oh? You’re cooking? What’s the occasion?" he teased.

Lily grimaced, "What, can’t I learn to cook too? I feel weird leaving so many things to you."

"I told you it’s fine," he replied as he used the fork to pick up the pancake and brought it to his mouth.

Seeing him take a bite, Lily raised an eyebrow. "So? How is it?"

Acting as if he was thinking, Roran rolled his eyes. "Not bad, I guess…"

"Not bad? Is that it?"

"Okay, okay, I admit your cooking has indeed gotten better,"

After giving a moment of satisfaction for Lily, he added with a smirk, "But it’s still inferior to my cooking in every single aspect."

*****

Getting ready, they headed to the academy and walked through their usual route.

They got stared at as usual. Before, most people would look at them most likely because both of them — Roran and Lily — were good looking, but now there were also other gazes mixed in.

As it was now widely known that they were part of Zaroth’s squad.

"Zaroth…" Roran muttered under his breath.

Entering the lecture room and getting on their seats, they waited.

Zack arrived, and as usual, Zaroth arrived about a minute before the start of the lecture.

’Zaroth…’ Roran threw a glance at the man, deep in thought.

Roran had always been calm, not because he had control over his emotions, but because he thought he was strong enough to destroy any problem should the need arise.

But after the fight in the forest, he realized something.

He couldn’t win against Zaroth, not if he used his dragon.

How could he have tamed a dragon?

Why was his dragon made entirely of bone, like it was dead?

Roran had many questions in his mind, but it wasn’t like he could ask, as he himself had many secrets that he was reluctant to share.

Not to mention, Zack was also formidable in his own right.

How do you even defeat him? He was able to pick up his decapitated head and place it back like it was nothing.

Was he immortal or something?

He sighed as he opened his textbook.

’I guess it’s good I have a strong friends that I can rely on at least.’