Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Vampires are the demon of the night. Even if that's in a cave where not a single piece of light enters, you can't do everything you can during the day.

But its natural enemy, the End Knight, is different. They hunt the undead during the day because the undead's weakness is the sun, not because their abilities fall into the night.

The day of the decision of the operation. There was a moon floating in the sky near unlimited to a true circle.

Near the fiercely torched fire, a fully equipped centipede and mercenaries surrounded it.

Half of them, including Cenri, go into the offense, half into the protection. The Mages are mostly on the offensive side.

On the wind comes the unprecedented smell of a strong beast. Perhaps that number is not the ratio that has appeared in previous raids.

There was also a good smell of that woman in it. Smells like a strong sense of war.

The destination, Lomburg, is close. The other person will be in a hurry.

"Go to battle"

"Oh............... but wouldn't it be better in the morning than at night if we were to make a raid?

A mercenary man with the style of a fierce warrior frowns.

Much of the demonization moves at night. Unlike humans, the eye of a beast has a good night's eye. Monster extermination is the norm if there is no reason to do it during the day.

In response to the inquiry, Cenri shrugged her shoulders small.

"In the morning...... they are also on guard and not coming close. I can go after him by myself..."

"I am not going to let Lord Cenri fight alone. They're... probably not undead."

The merchant captain (apparently named Laurel) says it like a lot.

It's the right decision. If we let Cenri turn one and she loses, this squad will be at considerable risk. The woman hasn't attacked this squad with all her might yet, because there's a powerful man named Cenri.

And there's another reason Cenri chose the night. Because I can't fight in the daytime.

I'm a pacifist vampire, but I'm not gonna let Cenri fight me alone. Even Albatross managed to take him down.

"Kichan!

The moon is round. The power is rising. Ride the roar of high warfare. When Cenri knelt, she looked at me (as usual) with a cold eye and stroked my head.

"Baron is... leaving a message"

"Chan!?

Be a good girl.

Such an idiot...... stunned by unexpected words.

A tough mercenary man strokes and laughs at my stiffening head with a rough hand.

"Rest assured, kid. Your husband is strong and so are we."

"Ki-chan!

Such an idiot... I'm Senri's partner, right? Parental approval.

Sure it won't help you with this look, maybe this distance will suffice for a centimeter detection, but it's horrible that you won't take me...

My body can be lifted from behind. The merchant child I always play with... Katerina held me up.

She is a blonde mid-teenager or so, a girl who smells like delicious blood. Turning around, Katerina looked down at me with a merciful eye and said:

"Baron, it's okay. Don't be scared...... because I'll protect you"

"Because there are plenty of escorts here, and if you stay still, it'll be over soon. Stay with me. Right?"

"..............................................................................."

There's no reason to listen to a girl who doesn't give me blood, but there's nothing more I can do.

On the side of the burning fire, they are taken to the middle of the children. I dropped the Cenri off with a pitiful face as Katerina hugged me.

§ § §

Lead the mercenaries and go for signs of the beast.

Demon King is a word that gives kings of a group of other races hostile to mankind as a whole.

I don't care about race. Sometimes he is a dragon, sometimes he is a warcraft with wisdom, and sometimes he is the King of the Dead. If there is only one thing in common, it is that those demon kings are not monsters.

The Knights of the End are knights whose mission is to hunt the undead. But I'm also used to fighting demon kings.

The powerful and wise undead keeps numerous demonic tribes under his control and turns them into demon kings. Sometimes, on the contrary, the Demon King places the undead under his command. The Knights of the End fight all enemies in all circumstances.

Cenri has fought many times with such people before.

The mercenary man that was next door - Rex speaks to Cenri.

"Cenri... when you get back safely, why don't you join our mercenary regiment? A former Knight of the End would be welcome. The ability of that dog named Baron also helps. Sounds like a translation, but we have a lot of those guys. Better than traveling alone."

"... Thankful story, but I have something to do"

Rex laughed bitterly at Cenri's pale answer.

The position of the end is quite critical. Cenri's 'wax' is probably a lot heavier than Lex imagined.

Mercenaries sometimes fight the undead. Maybe some of them have vengeance on vampires. It couldn't have been that easy to get into another group.

There's no way I'm going to have you looking like a dog all the time...

Before the battle against the army of the demon king, there was no strong fear among the Cenli and the others. Because there's a centipede. The names of the Knights of the End are that strong.

The Knights of the End are not good at protecting them. Few casualties occur among the general public or mercenaries hired.

But it's much better than being unable to move because of fear.

Looks like they noticed this one, too. And I'm making a choice to intercept on top of that.

The signs were widely scattered. I'm going to surround you. Are you alert to the Mage Master?

But that's also convenient for Cenri. Perhaps the leader is that woman, defeat that one and the herd of beasts will be scattered.

The beast has no problem missing a few. There are enough people in the base camp.

I can't protect everything by myself. Cenri's role now is to crush the leader.

"Coming. Be vigilant."

In short words, tension runs between the faces of the Rex and the Crusaders.

A raw, warm breeze blew. I have already cast a dark vision magic on my members. Never miss a beast, even in the darkness of night.

- And Cenri intercepted a black mass that had plummeted to strike the unexpected with a sword.

Black blades and silver blades meet hard and sparks scatter. Cenri's hair opposes signs of strong darkness.

It was a woman with big black wings who came under attack.

Unlike the last encounter, its skin is dyed brown, with strange tattoos running with red lines on the widely uneven skin.

The exposure is significant and the skin is hardly hidden except locally. The iris was golden.

A long black tail was stretched out of its glutes. An agitation ran amongst his companions, but Cenri did not move one eyebrow.

Limited, such as the demonization that takes the form of a person, turns into a person, etc. Instead, a strong upset rushes to the look on the face of a woman who is clearly not human.

A long, pitch-black sword in both hands and a silver sword antagonize.

But the force was higher than the centipede. The antagonism was momentary. Pushing back with one hand the woman who came down with momentum. The woman wings and dances in the darkness at night.

It belongs to a demon different from the undead. A terribly fancy outfit is a symbol of decadence.

Paranormal life form of dominating the world at the bottom of the earth. The righteousness of evil. Terrible demonization that uses the power of a multitude of demons and drops humans into darkness.

For the Knight of the End, he is the target of annihilation after the Undead. Cenri said dampening her lips.

"The Devil… this is troublesome"

"Don't lick it, Knight of the End!

The devil rises fiercely and fiercely, and a magic formation floats in both hands. A demon who can be said to be magic itself does not require major steps in the exercise of magic.

Perhaps the opponent has never fought an end knight. No, there must be. Because if I had encountered the End Knight, there was no way the female demon in front of me would be alive.

I guess this is how I chose to intercept because I'm not familiar with its power.

Late, the howl of the beast echoes. The army of beasts led by women approaches. Cenri told Rex, who had a strong look next door.

"There are no changes to the plan. I'll kill that demon. I also prevent attacks. Just as you should."

"Oh, oh... let's go! Continue to Cenri! The fate of the caravan hangs in our hands!

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!

My friends roar and shake my heart.

Cenri then intercepted the unleashed black thunder with a blade wrapped around the blessing.

§ § §

Terrible. Too terrible a setup. I was down on Katerina's lap. [M]

Cenri's blood smells best, but Katerina's blood smells very good too. Of course I can't suck it, but I'm just on my knees and I'm gonna wuss. If I were just a vampire, I wouldn't hesitate to suck blood.

I looked around unafraid, stroking my prized white hair with gentle hands.

I smell and know the emotions of most people. [M] It was the slightest fear and the smell of relief that was standing in the camp.

There was a large crowd of non-combatants around the bonfire. The mercenaries of the escort are in to protect it by making sure that it surrounds them greatly. Most of the magicians participated on the offensive side, but only one remains in the camp. Full protection.

Still, it would suck if my enemies were as strong as I am, but I rarely have more than vampires and so on, so I can't help thinking about it. I just have to give up then.

Around me, many children, both men and women, gathered and stroked their substitute heads. These are the kids I've been getting along with for a while now.

It is very fresh because I have had little chance of being surrounded by everyone in my lifetime.

The kids seem a little nervous about these different signs.

"Baron, when it's all over, will you be our child?

"Keewoon."

Are you gonna give me blood? Are you sure? I shouldn't be walking in the daytime or something, but are you okay?

... it feels like a king. Is this the King of the Dead?

"I hope the operation is safe..."

"I just have to bet. We can't get away with this alone."

Men who seem to be executives of the Chamber of Commerce are discussing it as they lay firewood on the bonfire.

Centrifuge is strong. I know that better than anyone. So I don't doubt she will win, but at the same time there is only one Cenri.

Even when I was attacked by Albatross, there was no centipede.

Her power is personal. So I can't completely protect my caravan on my own.

It is also an anxiety material that little information is known about the enemy.

The smell of a centipede arrives in the wind on my nose, which decides to leave a message without alarm. Looks like the battle started as planned.

Cenri's battle point is far enough away to hear no noise, but the smell reached enough because it's under the wind.

I'm going to go help as soon as I feel the smell of centimetres of blood. Check the movement of the nose.

And so I lifted my head wide.

Isn't that strange? This place is under the wind. The direction of the wind has not changed significantly.

During the first war, Cenri told the woman who was pretending to be that victim that she noticed it with the smell. The enemy should know about my nose. Then the raid should come from under the wind.

In fact, because of the extensive exploratory magic of Cenri, it had nothing to do with the wind or the wind, but the target doesn't know that.

The first raid was planned.

In a wild world, the ability to read under the wind is a must. I don't think you realize that much. The speed of travel is faster over there. If you wanted to hide the smell, you could have hidden it.

You were gonna let me know where you were...? Why, have you been thinking too much?

Stay off your knees and stand on the ground. I feel a twitchy impatience, but it's too late to try to teach Cenri that.

There was a strong smell of blood in my nose.

Close. Not on the battlefield. Groaning, late and screaming.

Turn to the direction of blood in a hurry.

A small man stood near the burning fire.

A mercenary man who was resting at his feet is rolling. I don't know what kind of attack it was, but its neck was barely connected. Obviously an instant death.

The red and black liquid was spreading from the wound that opened thoroughly. A wide open eye pointed this way. There is already no light in those eyes, but only thoughtless emotions are transmitted.

"Oh, Oliver, what..."

"What...? Whatever it is, it will be too peaceful, sir."

The mercenaries who were protecting them gather to hear them scream.

But there was no rush for the look on the face of the man called Oliver. I haven't even released the smell of fear.

It's you. A black hat on your head with a tailored outfit that emphasizes comfort unlike a mercenary. A small whip is lowered on its waist.

A small body with thin muscles. The appearance is harsh, but there is no violent atmosphere compared to mercenaries.

But his right fingertip was wet in blood. Shizuku of blood falls from the tip of the pomp and nail.

The smell belongs to humans, but ordinary humans don't rip people's necks off with their bare hands.

We had company. We had company inside. He was hired as your man and joined the caravan.

And he showed himself for the moment when the trump card named Cenri disappeared.

The fallen man was a well-armed mercenary, among the remnants. But I guess I just couldn't prevent an ambush blow from a guy I thought was one of us.

The escorts were wary of raids from the outside. I can't help it.

The caravan is carrying luggage from afar. If it had been lost from the beginning... it's a long plan. And the fact that he showed himself at this time means that he got a good chance of winning.

Are you an employer, a man of a magnificent merchant retreats, whilst rebelling with a trembling voice.

"Chi, have you lost your blood... return your gratitude with vengeance! You've got a lot of money."

I'm really at peace. I don't know the situation.

"That's right. That Cenri lady is strong, but no matter how strong she is... she can't carry all this carriage by herself"

People have the right materials. If Oliver's purpose is to disrupt replenishment, he doesn't need to kill Cenri.

A large sphere of fire landed on Oliver's head, clapping his shoulders, making a dull noise and exploding.

"A traitor! You thought you could beat this crowd!

The mercenaries were surrounding Oliver as they sparkled their eyes. The merchants turn away the non-combatants with a blue look.

The fireball was unleashed by a demon conductor who was left in the camp just in case.

Attack magic is powerful, and even the lowest level of magic boasts a power that can easily kill one person or so.

Definitely fatal. If they're human, we're talking about.

Smoke clears. The mercenaries open their eyes to the limit and take a step back.

Oliver was intact. The hat is blown up and the shirt is half ashed, but there are no noticeable scratches on its skin.

"Damn... what a terrible thing to do to my ex-companion... even though it was my favorite hat"

"Hey, who are you..."

All the mercenaries were pressured by the way they spoke as if it were nothing.

Oliver pays ashes and says unfortunately.

"Only the hat is going to stay. I will. But I can't help it. Anyway, tonight - unlimited proximity to the full moon. Which way, everything breaks."

"Huh!?

And a thick blood vessel emerged in Oliver's flesh. It makes a smudge and a noise, and its small body swells up violently.

The mercenaries groan and retreat after a few steps with a pale expression.

I was familiar with the change. Albatross.

The crowded flesh swelled heavily, and the clothes, and the trousers, and the shoes, dragged from the inside.

The back length, which was just over a meter and a half, expands nearly double. Hair grows and grows like brown wire from burnt skin during the day. But the biggest change is the face.

Skeleton changes. His jaw stretches, his nose stretches, and his ears move wide up to become huge ears. The change was a few seconds.

Children screaming as they watched as they rolled away. I wave my tail and stare at Oliver. [M]

One of the mercenaries called the name with a trembling voice.

"- Werewolf"

"Of introducing yourself, you don't seem to have to. Human."

Werewolves. A mixture of wolves and humans.

Unlike Albatos, which was infinitely close to the beast. That looks exactly like the werewolf I imagine.

Stepping firmly on the ground with both legs, Oliver grinned deeply as he shook his arms wide up like a marutai and hit the mercenaries surrounding him.