Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Break into the city without any particular suspicion and work out an operation at the inn.

I was already in Baron Fomet territory, but I didn't recognize the streets.

The city was pointlessly only land wide and buildings sparse, with an overall pastoral atmosphere. There were no particularly large numbers of soldiers in the security, and observation showed that most of the inhabitants seemed to be occupied by peasants and merchants.

He doesn't seem to imagine an undead known for his strong enemies breaking in, etc. It would be a sign of peace. I can also say that I am a little at peace.

The story was going to go alone. Although the opponent is a province, he is a lord. You'll be wearing security, and I don't want Cenri to see my weakness.

Of course, if she wants to know when I get here, she can know who I was. I had a total of seven siblings (though I didn't have a sister), but I'm probably the only one who died recently.

I'm not hiding my birth name. By the time the Lord, who has absolute control over me, disappears, there's probably nothing wrong with revealing it.

I keep using End's name because of a kind of in-laws against Lord and the possibility that an epe or a vampire hunt could attack my parents' house based on their family names. It's pointless. I don't care if my parents are taken hostage. Would it be enough to feel just a little nasty at best?

My flesh became quite developed into a vampire. I grew a little taller, and I got muscles. But my face hasn't changed. Parents would be able to tell. If you can't tell, then that's the time.

Wash your body thoroughly, comb your hair, and bring your outfit to a level where you can barely blame it.

I won't take 'Light Eater'. If you're just a human being, you can let your arms say things and repel them, and if your dead son breaks in with a weapon, you'll be frightened by boulders.

"End... you are very... courageous"

"Do you think the success rate is low?

"............ I think. First of all, it doesn't succeed. The undead are... enemies of man, so"

Cenri is a very honest man. Purple eyes look up at me sincerely and say:

With me, I don't think you're welcome to raise your hands.

All you have to do then is run. Nothing is the same as before. I'm free now.

"But, End... If you are, you may be accepted. You keep yourself at an extremely high level. Good luck... I'm praying."

"Oh, thank you, Cenri"

"... is there... enough blood?

Cenri checks with hesitation. Apparently, Cenri has pity for me.

It's unnecessary emotion. I'm used to tragedies. There is no mental blind spot for me to suffer from incurable disease and survive death. Maybe.

Cenri's complexion has returned a lot of blood in the past week. I guess the lost blood was produced.

No matter how confident you are in your physical abilities and endurance, Cenri is human. To put it simpler, if you lose too much blood, you die.

I had plenty to smoke during this time, so I was still fine. Not that I don't want to drink it, but I shouldn't let a sick centipede force me.

But when I try this, I feel the distance is a lot closer mentally. I may have been in a position to be pursued constantly... but my operation is working.

It's possible they treat me like a pet... but I don't mind if they bite my neck.

"It's okay. But will you give me a hug?

Cenri rounded her eyes to my request, but she immediately offered and accepted my arm.

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Run the night with little light, not to make footsteps.

Just a little effort gave me a tremendous speed. If you're just a human being, you might mistake it for just a strong wind blowing through the vicinity.

The roof can fly away easily, and there is no fatigue.

"What's up?

"No, something just... sounded like something"

"?... it's your fault. I didn't hear anything."

The men dressed as soldiers look at each other and tilt their necks. Do you even patrol the city? I lurked in the shadows and spent two amazing pairs of faces.

One time before the rank mutation, the Dark Rover (Dark Stalker), which I ended up passing, was an undead who had a black body skin all over his body and was good at lurking in the dark.

The order in which positions are mutated by the curse of "regeneration (reverse)" is not pointlessly determined. I'm gradually growing up as a monster. Whether you were a dead meat man (Fresh Man), a dead ghost (Ghoul), or the passing Dark Stalker, it's all my flesh now.

I was only concerned that I didn't have the skills to lurk in the shadows to possess the Dark Stalker. If we had gotten that, we could have made it even more confidential.

I can still use the abilities I gained when I was a corpse ghost. The abilities of Dark Stalker should also be available.

But so far, I have no idea how to use it. If I could find another "Dark Stalker" and see that skill with this eye, maybe it would be something else, but I've never met another undead except under Lord's command.

Go through the shadows to the mansion of the biggest lord in the city.

The mansion was surrounded by much taller walls. The security is also weak because of the tension, but there seems to be more than one patrol.

I'm strong. Even if they're somewhat trained, they won't talk about how many guards and others don't have the weapons to poke their weaknesses.

All natural enemies are constantly attacking me, so I'm a vampire who's widely feared in the world. It's still lower (Lesser).

If you kick the ground hard, you gently cross a wall with thorns on it to avoid intruders. I didn't stand one footstep, it was perfect secrecy.

I guess I only assume a person's intrusion. True vampires can turn into bats and mists in the first place, so it may be that they don't have the chili to work out measures.

Either way, run through a large garden. My father, Baron Fomet's study, should be in the deepest part.

I missed the mansion so much. Since he was moved from his home to his villa after suffering from an odd illness, he should not have seen the mansion in the years immediately preceding his death, but this is what he remembers when he looks at it.

The more I immerse myself in sentiment, the closer I come to the mansion.

The moment the entrance to the mansion, the closed door, went into my eyes, I felt very - disgusted.

The landlord is refusing to break in. The vampire curse is activated.

I had predictions. I'm already dead. [M] It would be a deviant behavior, such as welcoming a son who was supposed to be dead.

But I'm just a little shocked by that fact. The red others' centipede was accepting it, so it's flattering.

I still have a weak curse, so I can break in if I can't. [M] The door will be locked, but with my strength, I can force myself to break it.

But I didn't come here to rob you. It's not where I want it to be noisy, and I'm a clever monster, so I don't abandon myself just because I've been rejected.

Think a little and decide to go around from the back. The study is on the third floor, but there must have been a window. I would still be working at this hour.

I want Senri to comfort me by returning to the inn as soon as possible.

Fulfilling, the study had lights on. Warm light is leaking out the window. There are no railings, but if you're a vampire, sticking around is nothing.

Again, I didn't have to decide to be ready. I've already decided to be ready. Although my ex-family, I am an intruder now. There is no time.

I don't feel like meeting my brothers, but let's just give it up.

Stretch out your nails, poke it against the wall, and climb to avoid making any noise. The study I peered through the window was little different from my memory.

Interesting brown carpet on a large bookshelf lined up on the wall. The ceiling is hung with a small chandelier and the large room is filled with warm light.

And the person sitting in front of the big desk is almost no different from my memory.

I also feel a little white mixed up in my hair, but it's my father in memory - Rudo Fomet himself.

She is skinny, but her shoulder width is wide and disappointing. She has dark hair, dark eyes, and a slightly cooler look. Her eyes are shadowed by mine. I turned my back on this one with the window and turned to the side once, but there was no way I'd notice staring from behind.

Observe with your eyes narrowed for a while.

From the side, he seems to be able to do his job. He was actually my son. From what I can tell, he was never a bad father. Calmly thinking with this view, you don't look very much like the kind of man who would sell my corpse.

Well, what a greeting.

When I tilted my neck, I knocked lightly at the window without thinking.