"Chip... was it too wide for boulders? There's nobody here."
Alf was wandering through the vast castle with bumps and grumbles.
Though I've walked about enough, I've never even met a vampire but a servant.
Alf drinks himself into the concentration that falls with Don.
"... and that's a great interior. How much would the human world...?
It is the vase placed at regular intervals that has caught my eye in such tension.
The flowers that are decorated are naturally beautiful, but many times more beautiful than that.
I'm totally eating flowers.
If you just stole this and left, you'd get a lot of money.
A piece of art of such value was placed as if it were a follow.
If you stay on this spot long enough, you're going to paralyze even Alf's senses.
"- Dear Dorothy! Here it is!"
A voice that sounds in silence.
At the source of that voice stands a woman in a maid's clothes.
I'm not a pure vampire.
Probably a dependent ex-human.
With this appearance, it seems that the Alves have already noticed that they have broken in.
If it wasn't for vampires, I'd have missed it, but when I found out with vampires, it wasn't the story.
"Hey, stop talking."
Alf turns behind the maid in an instant and sticks out a tickle and dagger.
The more you say vampires, the more you pierce your heart, the more death is inevitable.
This should hold you back somewhat.
It starts with getting information about my husband - it should have been.
"Dear Dorothy!
"- Become!? This woman!!"
Alf pierces his heart intolerably.
It is a choice that I left quite a bit to momentum because I did not expect to raise my voice without being frightened in this situation.
There's nothing more like raising your voice to a boulder than being dead, but I knew intuitively that it was too late.
Should we escape from this place once, or should we wait at our leisure?
I will rely on my previous experience to create future developments in my head.
"- Hmm? What...?
So I suddenly attacked Alf, feeling like something was tangled up in his leg.
There's no way I can leave you like this.
Alf hurriedly turned his eyes to that spot as he threw away the maid dyeing the area around his chest with blood.
"Whoa!?"
What was there was a bright white arm growing from the ground.
Thin - and oddly powerful.
Just as he stands in the middle of the mud, his body is drawn in as Zubuzub.
Feeling instinctively dangerous, Alf kicked that arm away with all his strength.
"... Ah, maid. Didn't make it...... sorry"
"You're out, vampire...... a?
The opponent Alf glanced at looked sorry for the dead maid.
Running and rushing sighs are rough and not even ready to fight properly.
Not to mention that I haven't even seen Alf, and he's in a state so full of gaps that I don't think it's a battlefield.
Anyone as powerful as Alf can kill you at any time.
But.
Alf couldn't take that step.
Because the woman they called Dorothy wasn't a vampire.
(This woman... is definitely human. Are you a colleague...? No, then I wouldn't do anything to apologize to this maid. I know you're an enemy, but how could you be here...)
Alf puts his thoughts around in his head, but still comes up with no conclusions.
In the first place, everything is my first experience because I have never dealt with anyone who uses creepy techniques like this.
"You're a human being. Turn your hands behind your back and kneel, and I'll save your life."
"What is this?
"-Ch! Son of a bitch!
Dorothy receives one big wand from the Necromancer who came late.
A declaration of war that is too bold.
This act became the igniter that marked the beginning of the battle.