Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

"The King of the Night - the First Ancestor," he said?

"Ha. Oliver has a nose for vampires, so I'm pretty sure."

Demon King, there is someone called.

It is the title given by the weakest and most numerous human beings in this world to unite the natural enemies of man.

By definition, the demon king's race varies. Sometimes it's a wise beast, sometimes it's a dragon. may even be the same person again.

Many warcraft live in a world of weak and forceful eating. It's not hard to follow a presence hostile to such a human being, as long as you have the power.

The Lord with Monica lying flat - Reinell was also the one who created a great power only with his power, and who only became known as the Demon King when.

The ragged voice had the power to shrivel naturally.

Is it because Monica's instinct is in awe of its existence that she lays flat and feels a strong sense of oppression even in a situation where she has not seen it?

Rumor has it that the most powerful and famous phantom beast on its body - even the dragon's blood is mixed.

To Monica, who offers her head so deeply on the floor, Reinell the Demon King roars small and tells her as if she is frightened.

"Oliver... he's powerful, but he's too proud"

"Vampires (vampires) are the very fear of werewolves (warewolves). King of the Night of the Tai Ancients - who would be quite powerful if he were also third in the" King of the Beast, "I wondered if it was inevitable."

Vampires can turn blood suckers into companions, but their abilities are not entirely inherited.

The curse gradually weakens. Essentially, family members have degraded abilities more than their Lord. The third place indicated that its ancestors - from zero to three generations.

But the subject who changed Oliver was the family member of the family of the King of the Beast. Even the third place is immeasurable if its source becomes its famous' king of beasts'.

To Monica's words, Reinell snorts without any slight interest.

"And the man... is he strong?

"Dear Reinell, while overstepping - weak vampires, etc... we are not here. Seems a little... different, but right now, I was wondering if it would be a good idea to be hostile. Let's move on to the Lomburg offensive, if we can be friends."

They have a lot of weaknesses.

"Its weakness… is the reversal of the strength of the curse. They are abominably against the logic of life. You know the power of Oliver."

To Monica's inquiry, Reinell laughed for the first time. A low voice sounds quietly in the castle surrounded by dim darkness.

"Kuku... he's dead even if he splits. That's right, I'm gonna change my nails."

Vampires - the strength of the undead. The greatest strength not found in any other creature is its regenerative power.

They're already dead. Killing them with force is not a big deal. Only part of it Oliver is taking over.

What would happen if, besides regenerative power, a true vampire with powerful abilities and manipulating numerous alien powers became the opponent?

Hot breath strokes Monica's head.

"If you're strong, you're welcome. But... you know the rules of our army. I understand your intentions, but no one is going to bend them over at night. Then my subordinates are not convinced. Me too."

"... for your sake"

It must be in keeping with the king's will.

But strength is the supreme, the code of weak and strong eating - how does that work against vampire opponents?

Monica Urtsbia couldn't help but be anxious.

§ § §

Vampires don't sleep. It is possible or impossible to say, but it is not necessary.

Now, I've been awake a long time while I was being transported to Cenri in a carry case. Perhaps if we continue to operate in an insomniac state as it is, the limit will come, but so far I have never felt it.

I wasn't going to sleep in the enemy formation. Of course, I'm not going to get out of day one.

Close your eyes and wait for Monica to come home.

Monica's house was near the castle. Unlike below, where most houses were as simple as tents, they are decent houses made of brick. The room is also divided between the bedroom and the living room, with no windowsills, etc., but if you close the door tightly for that matter, the sunlight will not come in.

It's just as simple as a city inn, but I don't find it inconvenient.

Maybe this demon king army has a hierarchy. The closer we got to the castle, the more splendid the building was and the more artifacts it had.

If you say it on that trend, it would mean that Monica is pretty much above this Demon King army.

The sun sets again. Waiting with my eyes closed, the smell of Monica approached the house.

The sound of the door opening. Signs come into the house.

Monica didn't hesitate to dive into the bed and move with her eyes closed. When she came near me, she stood still for a while, but eventually put the things she had brought on the floor quietly.

Apparently you're not willing to attack me. Well, if you're going to kill me, you're definitely going to attack me in the morning, so I didn't think it was possible, but I'm just relieved.

I wake up scrubbing my eyes.

"Are you awake, Master End?"

"Oh. Not a bad wake."

This would have been perfect if I'd gotten Cenri's blood to sleep. Monica points to what she brings and says in an administrative tone.

"It's a simple one, but I've got clothes for you. I don't know the size of armor helmets and other protective equipment."

"Oh, I don't mind. I'm not obsessed with my outfit, and my body's sturdy. Anyway, if I transform, I'll take it off."

I've always been naked when I looked like a dog, so I'm starting to get used to it, but that scares me a little bit that I'm going to lose something important as a person.

The clothes provided were superior to the touch. I also have underwear. Wearing a black shirt that fits your body well and pants finally makes you feel like you're back in the human race.

A simple question arose and asked Monica.

"... who wears clothes to this army?

"I'm almost gone. That garment was taken from a man's city. Armor helmets that can protect you are popular, but few of them fit your body either. Clothing is the most boring thing, so it's excessive enough to rot. I use it as fuel, but I'd rather have firewood -"

Well, the beast doesn't wear clothes. Most of the members of the Reinell army I saw on their way to get Monica to carry them were just beasts. Some people walked bipedally, but even then they wouldn't be able to wear people's clothes.

"It's fashionable too."

"It's a benefit of being human."

Monica says she's just a little broken up, but soon she made a serious look.

"I have told Master Reinell that I am coming, that I have been given permission to go around the outside. So... there are not many people in this army. And the absolute rule of our army - is in the weak and the strong. We all have a lot of blood, so maybe we'll get involved."

Sure, I don't look too strong from the side. [M] When I became a lower vampire, I was a little disappointed in my health, but still much more dear than the likes of the beast.

But it's better than that because when you look like a dog, you get messy and adorable.

Getting tangled is... honestly, I want to avoid it. I think of myself as strong there, but I don't always want to fight.

Besides, if it were the Demon King's Army, it would have all the elites.

"Can't you do something about it?

"It's... hard to make everyone listen. If you're going to get something in this army... you have to win. Executives are aligned with arm strength with exceptions like mine."

What a horrible place. I don't think it's very human society...... oh, wasn't it human society?

I would be a peaceful vampire if I had just a little bit of blood to share.

I told Monica to make up her mind. [M]

"So... I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to do something like this... but I want you to try not to kill anyone who comes under attack."

"... Huh?

"Nor are they attacking you with the intention of killing you. Thank you very much."

Monica lowered her head deep again to me with her eyes rounded.

§ § §

The fortress city of Lomburg was full of the exaltations and tensions characteristic of the war.

Lomburg was originally a city created to hold back invaders from the north. Many of its inhabitants are therefore mercenaries and military associates engaged in combat.

Having managed to enter with a well-guarded caravan and share information all day and night, Cenri was finally freed.

Just a fortified city, Lomburg has the best defense capabilities. The city itself is surrounded by strong walls, and the flowing waters of anti-vampire measures are laid there.

"I wondered what would happen along the way - thank you so, so much this time. I hope you can help Lord Cenri after this..."

Laurel, captain of this merchant squad, bows her head deeply.

The face was exhausted and seemed to be several years older than when we first met.

But you're relieved to be able to deliver supplies safely, the look on your face is a little bright now.

"I'm sorry, but I have something to do"

We have to rendezvous with the end somehow.

In the end, there was nothing suspicious about Cenri until the end.

A dog that turns into a person is definitely not normal, and it is a disorientation to bring it into the caravan, but it is also certain that it was helped in its shadow. Besides, if you're to blame for that, you must first blame the Chamber of Commerce for bringing in the werewolves.

I guess the zero victim by Barron also did his job.

That also seems to be a strong view because Cenri was eyeing, but all the victims who occurred in this caravan are revealed to be responsible.

Cenri scuffed her mouth a few times, but ended up sharing information without saying anything about Barron.

Generally, the family of darkness is the enemy of mankind. And the perception is right.

Cenri has also slaughtered many vampires so far, but all of them were true enemies of mankind who gladly attack people.

The end is the miraculous exception. You can't mention poorly what the end will do to you according to Cenri and increase the number of future victims. It's sad that End got away with it, but it was the right choice.

Katerina, who was adoring Barron, calls out to me for a snack.

Some younger merchant girl than Cenri.

"Mr. Cenri... are you going to look for Barron?

"……… Find"

"Kill?

Katerina's eyes were moist.

Apparently, he liked Barron for the rest of his life, and his emotions came back.

Maybe he doesn't know how horrible vampires are. Cenri said to keep her gaze tight.

"For now, just restrain. Vampires didn't turn into white dogs in any way, and it was a long journey, but none of them were sucked of blood. Maybe the werewolf is still mistaken - maybe Barron is a relatively friendly demon other than a vampire."

But, Cenri added. Tell him to teach with a serious look.

I'm sure the end will forgive you, too.

"The original vampire is - a horrible being. Enemy of mankind. End knights are just compatible, usually...... just human beings, they're no match for a hundred. Don't forget that."

The end is strong. I'm sure you won't beat a werewolf either.

He hasn't mutated yet, but he's freaked out enough already.

Physical abilities don't suck compared to vampires already, and there are strengths that original vampires don't have.

Things go hand in hand. Until now, that's always been bad.

The end will know. How horrible is the existence of a vampire in a state where he is not poked at his weakness.