Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

"Blood sucking" is one of the abilities of corpse ghosts (ghouls), like "pointy claws" and "sharp fangs".

Lesser Vampire, a lower vampire who does not possess the ability to make vampires powerful demons, but "Blood Vampire" is one of the few, I could say, capabilities that can be used within the lower ranks (Lesser).

I smell it. Smells sweet enough.

Vampires suck blood, but human blood doesn't do anything good.

I can see the good and the bad of blood. I guess that's one of the vampire abilities again. Maybe if I get used to it, I'll even know how healthy I am.

Now that I've gained a keen sense of five, I can somehow understand the emotions that others have from the smell. It could be enough.

The situation is bad. Oliver made me have to get out of the caravan.

But never, not the worst.

The worst part is getting dumped from the centipede and wings fighting the centipede. My life is still connected by a piece of neck skin.

It was totally unexpected that Oliver lay flat. How do you think Oliver, who is much older than that and a big adult, would surrender just because he represented himself, even if the girl Albatos had so harshly hunted me down?

Because of me, I became the enemy of the caravan.

I knew how werewolves (Ware Wolves) were created, but maybe the meaning there is heavier than I imagined.

And it's possible that the impression I had of being a vampire was also sweet.

I'm sure the only monster who fears a mercenary mutilated like a piece of paper - only a further monster.

Oliver was in complete atrophy. He shrinks his body hair like wire and his bulging giant, his ears tingling and watching my every move.

Oliver would have killed me easily.

There was a demon in front of me. It's the devil who looked like a woman.

Large wings grown from the back in a black costume that concealed only the locality. I have twisted horns growing on my head.

It is in uneven shape compared to a centimeter. The fleshy body that exposed my skin greatly was very fancy, had a neat appearance, and would have opened my eyes if I was just a human being.

But what I see is blood, not appearance.

The companion Oliver called - a demon named Monica Urtsbia - emitted an intense sweet smell like a dying fruit.

I didn't feel it when I was turning it into a human, but apparently it also changes the smell when I turn it into a person.

Monica's reaction to seeing me was pretty close to Oliver's. And that look was even more stunningly distorted when Oliver told me that he was the 'ancestor'.

During this trip, Cenri told me about the undead, but apparently the information was mixed with subjectivity from Cenri. Well, I guess the sense of the Knights of the End continuing to follow vampires and ancestors diverges considerably from the public.

"Ancestor!? Impossible... Why are you here -"

"I thought so, too. I didn't expect anyone to show up in my way."

"Huh."

A demon is a monster that appears in myths and myths. Unlike vampires, it is the hatred of God that corrupts and cripples people.

Overall, he says he is more resilient than man, manipulates numerous evil magics, and always sees its shadow behind major wars and tragic events.

I don't know how to fight. [M] Of course, I've never met him before.

But if Monica is the main source of this magic attack, I think I can fight in my favor. Monica's expression didn't have as much fear as Oliver's, but she caught a glimpse of strong awe.

In general, I guess I'm stronger.

Monica was worn out. But the fact that it's done to that extent after engaging Cenri is proof that it's done pretty well.

You want to kill me? I don't even have to think about it, I should. Monica and Oliver are not my enemies, but Cenri's. And being Cenri's enemy is synonymous with being my enemy.

The caravan left, but the likelihood of suspicious eyes on Cenri was reduced as much as possible.

Given Cenri's character, he's hardly likely to come after me, but he's not even that easy to rendezvous with.

I also have a grudge for killing the mercenaries who gave me beef jerky.

I can kill you now. Kill Monica and squirm Oliver's heart out of strong trauma.

You felt my swing, Monica leaves one step later. Oliver is shaking with pity.

But at the same time - that's how I feel about it.

I am a monster. [M] I don't mean to betray Cenri, but undead is inherently Oliver's side.

And I have extraneous powers... but I am very vulnerable to the sun's rays.

We need a base. There are no more means of entering Lomburg.

Frontline with the Demon King, vampire control will be complete. You could have dived in if you looked like a puppy, but the information would soon spread that there are vampires who can transform into adorable white puppies with long hairs and blocks.

You have to decide. Before nightfall.

If I kill you, I kill you, if I let you live, I use you. Of course, I'll kill you one day even if I let you live, but which hand should I take if I'm going to survive?

The coat I took from the proper luggage when I came out is also subtly unsuitable for my body. No weapons either.

Monica says on her knees on the spot, as if she were a knight kneeling to the king. He closed his wings and, although his voice was only slightly trembling, he was frightened.

"I am sorry, my king. I didn't know the king was lost in the caravan... let me apologize. And... from here on out - the tip across Lomburg is the territory of our Lord, Lord Reinell. I'm not supposed to let anybody through, but I'd definitely like to invite you along with an apology."

Huh? Are you inviting me? Still lower, but okay?

I care about Lomburg, but it's as good as being called the Demon King. I've never crossed without hostility to survive.

I am anxious to stay away from the centipede for a long time, but I believe in centipede. Cenri will believe me. [M]

"We are in a time of war, but our victory will not waver already. Lord Reinell will be delighted that there is no king of the night for our allies."

"... will you also give me blood?

"Also, of course! Hundreds, two hundred, I'll be ready! The prisoners are rotten! Let's accommodate as much as we can for the king. Huh!

To my inquiry, Oliver jumps up and approaches me with a saliva flowing from the edge of his mouth. Intense beast odor in hot breath.

I could see a flaming tongue in my mouth that opened just to say not to bite my head off.

I don't need a hundred or two.

"I'm gourmet, Oliver. You were supposed to get great blood. The price is huge."

"… or, necessarily, meet your expectations"

But you're a prisoner, right? A prisoner is an image that fits the eye pretty badly.

First of all, we can't afford to be undernourished. You can't even be stressed. You have to be a girl. It has to be pure. You have to be young. It would be good if you were an end knight.

I don't think there is as high quality blood as a centimeter.

I licked my lips. I got blood from Cenri a few days ago.

"Right, let's just get Monica's blood in the beginning. I've never drank the blood of a demon."

"Huh!?

In my words, Monica, who had been kneeling until then, opened her eyes and shook herself with a small scream.

Monica smells sweet anyway. Smells like an overripe, rotten fruit that boils a hundred times the smell of centipede's blood.

But there's nothing you won't be able to smoke and smoke. Anyway, I'm a vampire, and I don't think the taste will break my stomach anyway.

Monica answers in a warring voice.

"Let it pass... I wonder if it's impossible... I'm not human. It's a demon. The blood in my body is cursed in a different way from that of a king"

Apparently, it's impossible for a vampire to suck the blood of a demon. Is it because of this rotten smell?

But I narrowed my eyes.

"Curse......? I love it. My power as an ancestor… I don't have a problem with being cursed. It's not like you have garlic mixed in your blood, is it?

"Huh... forgive me, please"

Keep your head down enough for Monica to get to the ground. Apparently, equivalent, disgusting.

Well, normal vampires say they suck up blood and kill people, so that reaction will be unavoidable.

I had no choice, Cenri said she didn't know what would happen if the curse overlapped multiple times, and I'll give her a break for this one.

This is a pretty risky option. But apparently Monica and Oliver have no doubt that I was really a centipede. If we do it well, we'll get through enough.

I nod consciously at a trick like a king.

"Well, fine. I don't want to be hostile to the Demon King either. Shall I show you before nightfall?"