Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

It smells like dead people everywhere: ...... "I never thought I'd see such an era.

As he walked through the somewhat desolate city, Oliver Aalborg sighed softly, "The sun is still out, but few people are walking in the city.

Even though the sun was still out, few people were walking in the city.

In the past, the daytime was the time of the living, when the activities of the high-level undead were greatly restricted. But all that has changed.

With the defeat of the Knights of the Apocalypse, the natural enemy of the undead, the power structure has been largely rewritten. For those who do not have the ability to manipulate the blessings, even low-level undead that can move in the daytime were enough of a threat. Even more so if no help is coming.

And, sensing the decline in defense capabilities, the previously quiet demons and undead who were not under the control of the demon king were also actively moving.

Oliver is also supposed to be on that side. When he was working as a member of the Reiner's army, he would happily kill humans.

Not for the sake of eating, but because that's what the wildness instilled in you as a werewolf wants.

Even now, that instinct has not disappeared.

.................. hmm.

Oliver gave a small sniffle.

The human body is totally inconvenient when compared to a werewolf. Although Oliver is reasonably strong in his human form under the influence of the curse, it still can't be compared to the one after his transformation.

The curse of a werewolf has its disadvantages. It's not just a matter of how many times I've seen it, it's also a matter of how many times I've seen it.

But for Oliver, who was implanted with the curse by his third-ranked family, close to the King of Beasts, those were the disadvantages that could be dealt with if you are careful.

When he belonged to the force-controlled Reiner's Army, he had taken the form of a werewolf almost to the upper limit. But now he spent most of his time in human form.

Maybe it's because I was thinking about it. Before I knew it, I was surrounded.

Three behind me and three in front of me. They are humans armed with swords and armor of less-than-ideal quality. From the sound of their footsteps and the way they disperse their presence, you can tell that they have some combat experience.

In other words, they are ...... small fry. In peacetime, you can't even become a mercenary. At best - a thief at best.

I look up. I'm not going to be the only one who can do that.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about it.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about it in the future.

The man stops a few meters away. Oliver stops along with it. I see those who had been following behind him turn quietly to the side.

The undead weren't the only ones whose order had broken down and come to life.

The movement, Oliver thinks.

After all, they are bandits. It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of it.

It's a good idea to have a good time with them.

The men were all dressed in dark-colored clothing.

You're a good friend. What are you doing out here by yourself?　It's dangerous here, you're not unaware of it. I will rule this perimeter, the King of Heads.

"Of the neck, King ............

At Oliver's muttering, the man frowned quizzically for a moment, but then quickly nodded widely.

The two men, who had been flanking each other, spread out on either side in a natural movement.

'Ah, yes. The King of Heads. Most of the soldiers who were guarding the city are dead. Of course, the king has no interest in this empty, desolate city--but there are those who do.

The man grasped the curved sword at his waist with an ostentatious motion and held it at the ready. A dull glow reflects the sunlight. Each of those who seem to be his friends also draw their swords.

It's trivial. It's too silly. It wasn't often before that I was attacked by people like this, even outside the city.

It's not only because Oliver was the one who attacked them, of course--but also because he was the one who attacked them.

"The king told us to do as we please," he said. This black outfit is proof of that!　The more heads we take, the more the King gives us his position!

It's a ridiculous thought. The dead hate the living. It is impossible to show mercy to a mere mortal for any reason, especially if he is a minor villain.

Even more so if the person you're dealing with is a minor villain.

Oliver shifted his position, checked the men surrounding him and sighed.

'The King of Heads.

There were more kings I'd never heard of. There is no doubt that people are outnumbered, but the demon kings are not monolithic by any means.

The power structure is being rewritten too often. Where in the world was the King of the Heads hiding until the end of the Knights of the End?

I didn't think there were even people in human body that would take part in the demon king's affairs - it wasn't zero before, but these days there are far too many of them.

The End Baron had lamented the decline in the quality of vampires, but it seems that it is not only vampires that are declining.

How can you decide to attack someone based on their size, their armament, and their numbers?

............ That's just being taken advantage of. Because the undead can't show their power under the sun. You can't be like me, you know.

And then - Oliver transformed.

Low-ranking werewolf takes the moon to transform, but the third-ranking Oliver does not need.

It's been several stars since the King of Beasts was destroyed. There were already few werewolves left who could transform without the moon.

It's a very good thing that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about it.

--It's not just a matter of how many times you've been in the past, it's a matter of how many times you've been in the past. It's not just a good idea to have a good time.

I'm not going to get a reward, but if I don't take his head, he'll kill me.

It's more than just the wildness of a werewolf. That is - fear.

Wolves form a pack. Werewolves were created to be dominated.

They are not allowed to attack people as long as the pack boss wants them to.

A bloom of blood. With a single swing of his arm, the three men are torn to shreds and fall down. Then, finally, the man lets out a scream that cannot be described as a scream or anger.

"I never thought I'd see the day like this!

The man raised his curved sword and stepped in uninterruptedly.

Oliver gave another small sigh and pounced like a monster.

§§ §

It's not easy to get it right, is it?

The house that was attacked and abandoned by demons. I sighed in the basement of the mansion, where curtains and pieces of wood prevented a speck of sunlight from shining through.

I sit down on the sofa I brought in and shake my head, blowing away the frustration that might be there.

There were already no enemies of mine in the vicinity.

I killed Lynell and defeated the King of the Void. The only people who could kill me now would be the Demon King class, a vampire of the same kind, and the Knights of the Apocalypse. Maybe vampire hunting is also a strong enemy, but I don't think I would lose in a fight if I didn't play too badly.

But the situation hadn't changed at all.

They had saved several cities and buried several dark knights. With experience, Mireirele is slowly learning to use her vampire abilities.

But there is no information. The Dark Attendants are overflowing. There were a number of people I killed who claimed to be kings, but they were only far inferior in power to the liners I've fought. Apparently, the demon kings who are hunting down the End of Life Knights, including the King of the Stake, don't have enough time to attack a mere man's city.

I don't know if it's intentional or coincidental, but there are too many people in the way. Another problem is that the communication network between the city and the city has been destroyed, making it difficult to convey information.

Where the Knights of the Apocalypse are fighting was also unknown at the moment. I'm not sure if it's just a matter of time before I'll be able to find out more. As expected of the Senri, they are perfectly capable of concealing information. It's very annoying.

I'm just a vampire who has become a little stronger after all.

The fact that I can only go out at night is definitely part of the problem. The bat is useful for scouting, but the distance you can travel is too great if you can only be active while the sun is setting. The continent is too big.

And in addition to that, if the Knights of the Apocalypse are holed up in a bastion, it will be near the water. At worst, it could be an isolated island - surrounded by water.

For now, the only allies I have on my side are Oliver, Monica, and Mireille. Oliver is a bad dog, and Monica can fly, but she's not very strong.

Operation Dead Souls Disease Scouting didn't go so well either. There are only a few of us, and we're at war now. Was it fortunate that Mireirele was found so easily?

To begin with, a vampire's becoming a member of a family is a transfer of power. When it is called a transfer, creating a family, the main body's ability drops. It's not possible to make too many people.

In this case, when will I be able to reunite with Senri? If this is the case, Senri will forget me--I won't!

I'm already tempted to leaflet from the sky that the End is alive. I can't do it, though, because Monica will be shot down.

It's a good idea to go to ...... to get a copy of Mireireire in Mireireire.

"Brother!　Look!

Then, out of the darkness, my one and only attendant, Mireirele, burst into the room with a flashy smile.

Mireirele was a pristine figure. The reason for this is because she would be torn if she changed into a wolf.

The only thing I could inherit was 'sucking curse (curse steel)', so I couldn't even manipulate blood to make clothes. It reminds me of the past.

Mirele was holding a large wooden box. She lifted it up and showed it to me with confidence.

'I made the coffin by hand!　I'm proud of it!

"Mireirele, shame

You must have had a mysterious look on your face just before you became a vampire, but you're doing very well. It's morning, time to go to bed.

To begin with, you're too nerdy. It's hard to believe that they are the natural enemies of mankind.

Nudity and nudity. Who do they look like?

Mirele, to my point, quickly hid behind the coffin and poked her head out soon.

But, brother, there are no more clothes in this house. Everything is torn except for the stranger's clothes.

You tore it, not ripped it.

"I wish I could have been a puppy all the time.

"?　Brother, it's the wolf that I will be.

Mireirele rolls her eyes and says with a strange look on her face.

Kuh ...... the wolf is better looking than the dog!　But now I can also be a wolf. I can be a long-furred, white, fluffy wolf!　Why not?

I had no choice, so I bit off my right thumb. I manipulate the flowing blood and make it cling to Mirele's body, making it a blood garment.

The Blood Curse (Blood Pain) that I have is weak. I'm not sure if it's because I couldn't suck it out of the body, but it can't hold its shape for long when it's away from my hand.

It's a good idea to have a vampire with the Blood Pain in your hand, or else you'll have to go to the store to find one.

"Kyah, brother, thank you!

Mireirele, who has gained a robe, cackles and jumps on me. I don't remember raising her to be such a shameless child.

I'm sure she is starving for people because she was bedridden. In my case, I didn't feel any particular emotions because of the Lord, but if Senri had been a vampire and helped me in a similar way, I'm not confident that I wouldn't have been in the same boat.

Mireirele placed the homemade coffin on the floor and grabbed my arm, forcing me into it. That's quite a bit of force for a vampire with such thin arms.

Wait, stop - this coffin is not lined with bedding. It's nice to have a homemade coffin, but a simple wooden coffin is not the way to go!　And there are nails sticking out of it, stuck in the body.

Slender bones that jostle and collide. Soft flesh. Long hair tickles my cheeks. For a moment, Mirele flicked her ears to my chest as if she could hear my heartbeat, and then immediately presented her neck in front of me and said in a sweet voice, "My dear brother, thank you.

"My dear brother, in return for the gift of a coffin and me!　Take my blood!

Really, who the hell do I look like? I didn't raise you to be such a shameless child!

I'm a Senri man. I don't cheat.

Mireirele squirms around and squirms around and says in an embarrassed voice, "Brother, euch!

"Brother, euch!

!　That's the false accusation!　Who do you think put the clothes on me!

I hope you'll always remain a dignified Mireireire when you're fighting.

If I don't, I'm going to be pushed out of ............. No, you can't. No matter how much of a vampire you are, you can't do that.

............ Senri should take a lesson from Mireirele!　A handmade coffin and me, too nice a gift.

I'm back. Mr. Endo.

And that's when Monica, who had been sent out on a well-timed scouting mission, came back.

Monica, who can fly, move in the daytime, and even use her mesmerizing power, though a bit weak, is a more useful member of the team than Oliver, who can only fight and smell (even I can fight and smell).

Mireirele's expression is blatantly distorted upon learning of Monica's return. It seems that Mirele doesn't like Monica very much.

I get up and put my arms around Mirele's back as she hugs me tightly, and I look at Monica.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about it. The demon's endurance is far beyond that of a person, but it is clearly inferior to that of a vampire.

Dark circles under my eyes, and my hair is shaggy. Let's not get mad at him for lack of results.

He clears his throat and listens to the report as soon as possible.

Good to have you back, Monica. Have you made any progress?

"Dear Mr. ............ end. You can't mend your ways now.

Monica put a hand to her head as if to suppress a headache and began to report in a tired voice.