Golden Experience

"─ ─ By now, I think I'll be seeing my true ancestor, Senpai."

As he watched the Count crush a player party that trampled a notorious tombstone, Blanc beckoned his friend in the distant sky.

The Count, watching the Gentiles disappear in the light, answers Blanc's crush.

Well, maybe not.

"Count, you're calm. You're not worried?

"What do you have to worry about? From my point of view, my lord and His Majesty the Devil will probably agree. After all, His Majesty the Devil is good enough to get along with you, Bran."

"What is it? What does that mean?

No, I don't mind telling you what happened after we met, Rare. I'm not worried about the outside, but the problem is before we meet. "

"If we don't see each other before we do, we won't have any problems."

"Why don't you just blow up the castle all at once?"

"─ ─ You won't have a question. That should be it."

The Count held his chest down and sweated.

Normally speaking, the Count would be a family of the true vampires, and the fact that the Count is safe now proves that the encounter between the two males was peaceful.

It's not unlikely that he hasn't made contact yet, but if he's a rare character, he'll fly straight for the shortest distance. If things had happened, the Count would not have died by now.

"That's right, Rare doesn't know the Count, she won't do anything about the impact without asking questions, and I think it's all right."

"... then why did you say that?"

It was just a little regrettable that the Count didn't move at all despite Bran's thoughts. It doesn't mean that much.

I don't think the Gentiles are coming today anymore.

"Hey, can you answer that? ─ ─ Sort of.

I don't suppose the Gentiles want a match they know they can't win. So far, I haven't seen the same face, and if you're going to try it again, you'll have to come up with my strategy. "

The Count presents the western continent politely, changing the way he speaks to the first person he sees each time.

That's why I seem to remember the faces of the players I met once.

Scary memory or high INT means high specs like that.

Blanc should be numerically higher than the Count, but Blanc didn't realize it until he was told. This is something I can't help but remember the face of the challenger in the first place because I am a player.

It's not rare when you blow up the Halfen Forest, but it's hard to stay conscious of the unknown players unless you do something that's memorable.

"The weather is getting a little shady today and it's easy for us vampires to spend it. I wish I could come a lot at these times."

"You're a Gentile too, so why don't you induce me like that ─ ─ Wait, the sun's getting dark? Is there such a stupid thing? This place is on the clouds."

"What? But look."

Blanc pointed to the rooftop floor.

About half of them are covered in shadows.

But as the Count says, it is strange that the sun shades on the clouds.

Clouds vary in height depending on their type, and there are no clouds higher than this tower, but usually they are not in a cohesive size or in a thin, blurry shape, and do not drop shadows enough to feel the sun shading.

"Then what the hell is this shadow?!

What entered Bran's gaze was something huge that just covered the sky. You're in sight, or you're not exactly in sight. Something so big.

"─ ─ I can't believe it! Shit, this is bad!

When the Count saw it, he suddenly crouched down and laid his hands on the floor.

"What are you doing? Do you know what that is? Count!

"Don't ask many questions at once! Now I am temporarily assisting the strength of the Tower! That shadow is probably the" best sky "! I've read a book somewhere before!

The Count has a wonderful personality around him who answers all the questions with discipline.

"The best sky is the supreme being that governs all the skies of the world! Always fly higher than clouds all over the world, and rarely stop to find trees to rest! Naturally, it only stops above the clouds! I just stopped this tombstone and chose it as a tree!

Damn, this continent shouldn't be on the loop...! Was there anything that drew his attention...!?

The best sky is gradually approaching as the Count explains.

It is clearly the route to descend the tower to its target.

The tower is certainly huge, but it's too small for that big creature to stop and become a tree. I wonder if it will come out smoothly.

"─ ─ This tower is a tombstone for my friend! My friend is alive! I will not destroy you!

I also figured out why the player stopped coming.

Obviously, it's because a terrible giant creature is approaching the tower.

However, some may try to climb to the event. Those people should be coming.

Climbing will certainly see some sort of major event, but it is certain that he will die. Now that the Count is not in a position to let go, Blanc will have to deal with him if the players arrive. Curiosity kills somehow, and if you're ready to climb up there, don't hesitate to kill.

While I was thinking about it, I saw the player's shadow.

He is watching us from the exit of the stairs in fear.

"... now is not the time. Get me back out of here! Blood Fog! Blood Pile!

Turning one arm into a red mist and covering the entire area around the exit of the stairs, the players who were there pierced one by one with "blood piles".

I will not let the Count desperately defend the Tower disturb me.

The best sky seems to have slowly leaned against the tower and crouched down to wrap the top of the tower. I can only imagine it because it's too big to see at all.

Staying there for a while, waiting to kill the players who would spring from behind, something white and round fell over Blanc's head from the feathers that were probably between his crotch.

"─ ─ Well, that's what happened."

I could apologize to Rare.

When I contacted him, he went all the way to the tombstone because he wanted to report that he had finished greeting the real vampires.

Diaz and the others have already returned to work. Looks like he flew in from somewhere near his family.

And now, I've explained it to the rare one.

"So, the best sky? What happened to this guy? Did you fly again?

"Yeah, it looks like he spawned his life and died as soon as he was born. The body fell while crushing the players gathered under the tower, so Erntal called Burgundy to carry it. I can't just leave it there."

"... where did you carry it?

That's why I'm explaining it in detail to Rare now.

"Um, I'm sorry about the ex post facto consent, but there's no place to put it. Of course not, but for now, in the square where the big trees were growing....."

"It's the Tree Forest. And soon afterwards, the trees of the world contacted me."

"Um, I'm sorry. You can take care of the body."

"What? Are you sure? As far as I'm concerned, that body is the" best sky "of our ancestors, right? In other words, I think it's as good as Envy Leviathan or Behemoth, but it's quite a mass of rare material when it comes to the body."

As Bran, I reported that I was prepared to be scolded and that I was willing to make any compensation, but Rare's attitude is so refreshing. Rather, it creates an apologetic atmosphere over there.

"Not at all! Do whatever you want! I'm so sorry. It's like throwing a bird's body into Rare's garden on my own...."

"... I feel a little subtle when you say that. The difference in values, the thrown object is like a pile of treasures even if it's a corpse, and if it's for you, I'll be grateful for it. You don't have to worry about Bran that much."

"Great. Thank you! Rare is so sweet!

"No, I'm not going to be as gentle as they say, but it's okay.

Besides, I've been wondering for a while, is it possible that the next generation of the best sky hatched from that egg sitting on Bran's head?

Rare looked over Blanc's head and said. He's dazzling and narrowing his eyes, but this is not because Blanc's head is dazzling, it's because he's less resistant to rare light.

"Yes! This is the ruler of heaven who was born to fly with tomorrow's sky on his back! That's Indigo, too!

"The species... juvenile jizz? I wonder if it's a growing monster with a fixed evolutionary destination. Did you name it after the feather color? It's as dark as the night sky, and it's beautiful."

"That's right!"

"But I still can't deny a little lack of power to call him the ruler of heaven, or can he fly in the first place? It's strangely crazy....."

Indeed, Rare is right, Indigo is still like a leopard, unable to fly.

It is an indigo leopard as it is in appearance, and if you ignore the sense of size, there is no discomfort even if it is sold at the festival night club. It was also the story of the old century that such a business was being conducted that ran counter to the spirit of animal welfare, and Bran only saw it in video materials.

"─ ─ Sure enough, I may only be able to walk now. But I believe you! Someday, I'm sure the time will come for her to fly into the sky! Until then, I will raise this child responsibly!

"I've heard that phrase before. Well, I'm not worried about that.

Ah, if you want to grow up, you don't have to spend any time feeding me or anything, but maybe if you give me some stupid experience, I'll be right out. "

For a moment, my heart began to grasp, but that's not good.

There may come a time when I have to lose my temper, but I want to grow my mind and body slowly if possible. Even if a child pretends to be an adult just by appearance, it is usually not a rock.

"But now the mightiest sea, the perfect beast, the best sky is under Magnum."

"The best sky is still at the booking stage."

It's a trivial matter.

Rare nodded with satisfaction looking over Blanc's head.

At first, I cut out the story with the intention of being angry, but in the end, it seems that I was satisfied.

─ ─ Have you finished?

Looking at the timing, the Count called out to Rare.

I tried to apologize first, but Rare was originally here to report a first contact with Bran's predecessor, the true vampire.

As Count, I wonder where the encounter is.

Naturally, it is a matter that could directly influence the future of the Count.

"That's right. That's why I came.

Count. I've met your husband, Miss Geraldine. As a matter of fact, I don't know what to say or what to say, but to put it simply, the result ─ ─.

Oh, I'm sorry. Wait a minute. "

In the middle of the conversation, Rae turned down the Count and shut up, completely closing her narrow eyes.

Probably a friend chat from somewhere.

He was doing something like that for a while, but when it was over, Rae lowered her head to the count.

"─ ─ I'm really sorry. Looks like there's an emergency. We need to get back to the Western continent right away. Count, I'll see you soon."

That distorted the space and disappeared somewhere.

"─ ─ After all, how was my encounter with the Lord?"

"I don't feel hostile when it looks like that, but it doesn't seem like there was any problem at all."

"... that's great, Bran. Just take care of your worries."

"Oh, that really hurts! I'm glad I told you first!