Noah felt conflicted when seeing the zombies that could net him so much experience. He wanted to initiate the fight, killing the monster before anyone else was able to lay a hand on his potential loot. But in doing so he would be doing exactly what everyone wanted, which bothered him greatly since it wouldn't feel like his decision.
"Master, let me show you how strong I am!" Fenrir spoke as if almost begging, his paws were already itching with excitement.
"Noah, I also want to prove myself, and I haven't eaten yet." Arachne followed behind.
Hearing his creatures helped to clear Noah's internal struggles. 'What do they have to do when it comes to what I want to do? My goal has never changed, I'll continue to keep getting stronger. If they believe that I'm saving them then so be it, if they want to hide behind me then that's even better, and if they die? Well then they should've been stronger..'
