Chapter 278: The Attack (cont.)

"I hate that guy," Evileye suddenly said.

Lakyus scratched her head. "Who do you mean by that guy?"

"That adventurer from the Dragon Kingdom, Ling!"

"Oh..." Lakyus sat down on her bed.

The Slane Theocracy had arranged a shared bedroom for them, with two double beds inside.

"Because he interrupted your confession?"

"That's part of it. I'd finally worked up the courage..." Evileye sat up.

She was not wearing her stone mask in the bedroom.

"But there's another reason," Evileye said softly. "I dislike him on an instinctive level."

"Instinctive?"

"You've heard of how undead hate the living, right?" Evileye said.

Lakyus frowned slightly. "I have, but doesn't that only happen with low-level undead without masters?"

"That's right. Low-level undead, skeletons and zombies and the like, have no will of their own. The flesh and blood of the living makes them jealous, so they hate the living," Evileye said quietly.

"Hatred for the living is essentially a mixture of jealousy and fear. Low-level undead are, in truth, 'those who have lost life.' The higher an undead's level, the less they hate the living, because they are 'those who have mastered death.'"

"Those who have lost life, those who have mastered death..." Lakyus repeated Evileye's words.

They seemed to describe the same principle, yet their underlying meanings were entirely different. It felt rather philosophical.

Evileye let out a deep sigh. "It's been a long time since I've felt disgust toward the living. Since I know humans like you can't hurt me, the energy of death within me has already become stronger than your life energy."

Lakyus nodded. "Vampires are already high-level undead... Indeed, vampires enslaving humans is far more common. They don't irrationally hate the living like zombies do."

"But today, the instant I saw that person, I was overwhelmed by