Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 62: Zack

Taking a deep breath, Zack opened the envelope.

As he took out the letter, he carefully scanned what was written in it.

"These bastards!" he muttered as he crushed the piece of paper in frustration.

It seemed that he was invited.

To see his family again.

*****

Walking slowly, he tried to force his wildly beating heart to calm down.

"No matter how many times I pass by here, it is still disturbing," he spoke in frustration.

To reach their family house, he first had to walk past the large garden they had.

There were about a dozen servants currently out, diligently doing their duties of maintaining the garden.

But as Zack passed, he felt multiple gazes fixed upon him.

Were these gazes filled with happiness? Or were they filled with anger and disappointment?

Zack didn’t know and honestly could care less.

Finally reaching the large gates of the mansion, he steeled his resolve and knocked.

There was silence for a moment until the doors opened.

An old man, close to his 70s, was waiting. It was Sebastian, the butler of the head of the clan.

"Follow me," the servant spoke as he began to walk away.

’Not even a greeting?’ Zack grimaced for a moment, only to return to his natural expression.

Walking through the large mansion, he couldn’t help but appreciate its beauty.

’All of this was supposed to be mine, and yet!’

Taking a deep breath, he gained control over himself.

’No, focus.’

Reaching the room they were supposed to, Sebastian knocked on the door three times.

"Enter," a cold voice was heard from the other side of the room.

Sebastian opened the room and gestured with his hand for Zack to enter.

The gaze of the old man was clear.

’Don’t try anything stupid.’

Taking a step forward, he first took note of the classical music playing in the room.

No… it wasn’t a recording. There was a pianist performing live.

And of course, his performance was phenomenal. Usually, the person would perform in a stadium full of thousands of people…

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Yet, he was performing in a room where just a few people were having dinner.

Shifting his gaze to the table, Zack’s eyes widened for a moment as he saw how much food there was on it.

It was probably enough to feed more than a dozen people.

Yet, at the table, just five people were eating, no doubt planning to throw away the leftovers.

Zack stopped in front of the table as his gaze fell on the man at the center—his uncle.

"I have been informed that the head of the clan requires my presence," he spoke coldly, trying to appear emotionless.

The man, not paying him any attention, continued to eat his food silently.

The woman next to him suddenly barked,

"You are speaking to the head of the clan himself. Why is your head so high?"

She was obviously telling him to kneel.

Zack, not saying anything, shifted his piercing gaze to her eyes, showing that he wasn’t planning to kneel in front of these traitors.

"It’s fine, I don’t expect the pest to know how to follow the rules," the man seemed to finally acknowledge Zack’s existence as he shifted his gaze to him.

"I heard there was a big fight in the forest when the hunting competition had been held."

"It was just a small scuffle, nothing to worry the clan," Zack immediately answered, showing no signs of fear.

"I was told that two Epic beasts had been slain. Did you take part in that fight?"

Zack didn’t answer as he continued to stare at the man emotionlessly.

Then the next second, he felt blood pouring from the side of his cheek.

This was his blood yet he couldn’t control it.

"First it was your hand, then your cheek, next it may be your neck. So tell me…" the man spoke as he put his fork to the side.

"Did you fight?"

"Yes, I did, but I was quickly knocked out and couldn’t do much in the first place."

The man shifted his gaze to a girl who had been eating up until now, almost as if there wasn’t a conversation going on.

"When they saw him, he had been white as a ghost, almost dead. I think he’s telling the truth."

"I see," the man spoke again, shifting his attention back to his plate.

"Are you planning to join the tournament?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No, just don’t use your disgusting powers, that’s all," the man gestured with his hand as if signaling the conversation was done.

So, Zack quickly exited the room.

"That punk, he’s just as annoying as his father… maybe I just have to get rid of him as well," Zack’s uncle muttered as he began to eat again.

*****

"Spear? Really? What made you have a change of heart?" Zack raised an eyebrow as he glanced at Zaroth.

"I think it will be beneficial to master more than one weapon," Zaroth replied, getting into position.

"If you say so."

Instantly, Zack made his blood run hotter and appeared right next to Zaroth.

Taking a deep wound on his chest, Zaroth staggered back, gritting his teeth, trying not to scream in pain as he waited for the room to heal him.

’Fascinating…’ Zack couldn’t help but be impressed.

He knew that his friend had somehow managed to tame a dragon, but rather than most people who would abuse this power, he was limiting himself to using melee weapons even though he was of the mage category and wasn’t originally meant for that.

’And all of this in the pursuit of strength…’

It was weird. When Zack was in the presence of his three friends, he felt at peace.

He didn’t have to think about how to kill the damned traitors that were supposed to be his family.

He knew all of his friends were unbelievably strong, but so was he.

They didn’t pressure him about his powers, and nor did he question theirs.

When he was in their presence, it just felt right…

Like he could be himself and not worry about anything.

Seeing Zaroth slowly recover from the wound he had received, Zack smirked.

"Come on! Is that all you have? You’re embarrassing yourself!"

Zaroth smiled darkly before replying, "I will make you eat these words!"

"Let’s see you try!"

And they fought, they trained, without a care in the world.

All in pursuit of greater strength.