"You idiots. There can't be some idiot who's an intelligent undead and hasn't taken care of Holy Attributes."
The three Fayed, Quera, and Mayle were asking Mireolo of the immortal killer Undead Killer for its ultimate in order to capture vampires, the most powerful species of the undead, alive.
"But the undead have holy attributes......! If it is my power, the Virgin..."
Directly denied, roughly, but Quera eats down.
The only place she can be active is there. I had thoughts I couldn't give up here.
"Ah?
"Hih..."
It was a query that I had no choice but to shrug myself with one glance, but I managed not to just look away.
"You're mistaken, aren't you?
"Mistake......?
"What did I say about undead? The organism in question is a mass of energy. If you have zero energy of your own, you will die immortally."
"Ha..."
Quera to be Kyoton.
But Fayed seemed to have guessed something.
"Whether there is a countermeasure or not... do you mean I should bump energy beyond that"
"Have you got your head around a little bit? You're an unusable brave candidate."
If we put Mireolo in front of us, the former S-rank party won't be able to talk about anything before that difference in strength.
It was thanks, for one thing, to Mail, who would refrain behind Mireolo, for the two of them to deal with him.
"You just have to bump the energy beyond the undead...... because that energy looks infinite to humans, it's just called immortality. Finite, actually."
"Yes, yes. I know Mayle very well."
Mireolo stroking Mail with pleasure and Mail taking it depressingly.
"... this really helps?
What Mayle was holding was a bar-shaped demonic prop with hollow contents.
It is about the size of a short wand and looks like a wizard's wand even as it is. In fact, it was only made by Mireolo, and it was a dish that could also be used as a cane with very high magic efficiency, but I wouldn't make it this structure if that were all.
"Oh. Don't you believe me? Mail."
"I don't trust you"
Mail to proclaim clearly.
"But I trust that technology. That's why I'm asking."
Mireolo was answering this by distorting his mouth with pleasure in the words.
"Phew. Fine. The process of producing that magic item is rolling that way. You'd see that, wouldn't you?
"Mmm..."
Fayed looked nostalgic at the strange air between them for some reason.