Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 784: Delusional Maid

Meanwhile, as Michael in the original world collected his undead in preparation for leaving the Elven Realm, Michael in the Land of Origin was facing something else.

After checking his body condition a bit more, even inspecting his soul as well to see if there were truly hidden injuries, which took quite some time, Michael finally left the guest room.

He was a little nervous because he wondered what he would say about his inactivity for three days that sounded justifiable.

After finishing his inspection, Michael finally stepped out of the guest room.

The door closed softly behind him.

The hallway beyond was empty.

The place felt too quiet, almost abandoned.

He had already sensed it from inside the room.

Still, that did not stop him from wondering.

Was it that no one thought about him or anything? Didn’t anyone come to check up on him or even keep eyes on him?

Something about the silence felt deliberate.

Michael began walking down the corridor, his footsteps light despite his size. His posture was relaxed, but his awareness remained spread outward, brushing gently against the space around him.

There was nothing that stood out of the ordinary.

Michael turned a corner.

And almost collided with someone who did not seem to be paying attention.

A soft gasp sounded as a small figure stumbled backward.

Michael reacted instantly.

His body twisted out of the way before the impact could fully happen, but the sudden movement caused the other person to lose balance.

She tripped, arms flailing, heels slipping on the smooth floor.

Before she could fall, Michael caught her.

One arm wrapped around her back, the other steadying her at the shoulder. The motion was clean and controlled, stopping her inches from the ground.

For a brief moment, everything froze.

The maid stared up at him.

Her thoughts scattered.

Up close, he looked unreal.

Green eyes, clear and sharp, like polished gemstones. Pale skin that caught the light softly. Long hair falling loosely past his shoulders. A slender frame that did not look imposing at first glance, yet carried an undeniable sense of strength beneath it.

Her heart skipped.

This was exactly how the old stories went.

A clumsy maid.

A sudden fall.

A mysterious noble who caught her before she hit the ground.

Prince charming.

The thought slipped in before she could stop it, vivid and embarrassing all at once.

She could almost hear the voices from childhood tales. The whispers about fate and chance meetings, about heroes wandering palace halls.

Then he spoke.

"Are you okay?"

The spell shattered.

Her face flushed red as she realized how close she was and how long she had been staring.

"Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I’m fine," she said quickly, straightening herself as Michael released her without hesitation.

She bowed deeply, flustered. "I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going."

Michael shook his head lightly. "It’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention either."

She hesitated, then glanced around the empty hallway.

She stole another glance at him, curiosity flickering through her embarrassment. "If you need anything, sir, I can help. Or I can find someone else for you."

"I’m alright," he replied.

Her shoulders relaxed slightly. "Then I wish you a safe journey."

Michael gave a small nod in return and stepped past her, continuing down the hall.

She watched him go for a moment longer than she should have.

Only after he disappeared around the corner did she let out a quiet breath, placing a hand over her chest to calm her racing heart.

So the stories were lies, she thought.

Or maybe they were just rare.

The maid straightened fully, smoothing the front of her uniform as she took a steady breath. Her heart was still beating faster than it should have, embarrassment lingering like heat on her cheeks.

Then her expression changed.

Her eyes widened slightly as the realization hit her.

That guest.

The one the masters explicitly warned not to disturb under any circumstance.

Her breath caught.

"...No way," she whispered.

She turned sharply, eyes darting down the corridor in the direction he had gone.

"Sir?" she called softly.

No response.

Her steps quickened as she moved forward, peering around the corner.

The hallway beyond was empty.

Completely empty.

No retreating footsteps.

No fading presence.

No sign that anyone had passed through at all.

It was as if he had never been there.

A chill ran down her spine.

"I should tell the steward!"

Michael did not hear the maid’s hurried footsteps or her panicked whisper.

By the time the realization fully took hold in her mind, he was already gone.

The visitors’ quarters sat slightly to the side and a little back from the main structure of the Evermoon domain, deliberately separated so guests would not wander too freely.

Ahead of him rose the main mansion.

That was his target.

The front of the mansion faced the main entrance of the domain, but Michael approached it from the side, where open walkways and gardens connected the lesser halls to the central estate.

He stepped into open air.

A garden stretched between him and the mansion proper.

Guards were stationed throughout the area, standing at intervals along the paths and near the entrances.

Michael walked straight through.

No one reacted.

Their eyes did not track him. Their attention did not shift. Even as he passed within arm’s reach of some of them, none showed the slightest sign of awareness.

Michael was using his law. Or rather, he was using his law to copy the trait of his undead, Fade.

This was something Michael had discovered during his fight with the princess. As long as he did not draw directly on the laws of his undead, his own law became remarkably sustainable.

With his foundation and control, Michael realized he could maintain this state for as long as he wished, as long as he mainly remained stable.

He crossed the garden at an even pace, and the mansion grew closer.