Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Even in the coffin, the black emotions swirling behind his brain showed no sign that fine dust would heal either.

I take a desperate deep breath in the dark to calm my feelings.

This demon king army sucks. It lacks fairness.

Me and the cannibal showdown was stopped by an intruder - Reinell the Demon King. I wonder where you were looking from...... maybe a lot of distance, but it's possible you were observing from inside the castle.

Ten seconds later, if it was too late to crack and enter, he would have stabbed me with a poison needle and snatched the neck of a cannibal burned to death by a cursed flame.

But it's a terrible story. I can't believe that even though I'm dying and I can't get help, the cannibalism just got a little scratchy... well, I'm not part of the Demon King's Army and I'm not on my side, but not really.

Monica didn't give me any information about cannibalism either. He told me, but there was a fatal lack of information.

After all, only Cenri can be trusted.

Fine. I missed the cannibal, fine. We've already decided to win or lose. I can definitely kill the next relative then.

There is no way to forgive. I don't trust him. It's an ambush, like garbage scraps, and I'll kill you. Kill them and forget about them like they're not enough to take their existence.

Problem is, Reinell the Demon.

That one - you can't win. At least I definitely can't win right now.

Reinell, who was opposed to me on the showdown last night, boasted just the power to convince me so at a glance.

In the darkness, the thick legs treading on the ground, their huge bodies, and hyenas, everything shined in a strange golden color.

Reinell, the Demon King, is a golden lion. King of legitimate and great beasts with no contact whatsoever.

The look was just a beast. However, its body was far beyond cannibalism and beyond Albatross, boasting only a giant comparable to the last black evil dragon created by Lord. Nonetheless, the moment I landed on the ground, I made very little footsteps.

I couldn't even get a glimpse of the whole thing when I looked up close. [M]

The voice was calm, and didn't sound as grumpy as the cannibals had. His face was not human but made him feel more intelligent than cannibalism.

And most importantly - both of those forelegs had silver hook claws on them that reminded me of the knife that killed me.

That's - that's not just silver. It's holy silver, the same sword Cenri had. It is expensive, scarce and made of blessed metal that cleaves apart all sorts of demons. It's a vampire killing metal that totally inhibits my regenerative ability.

That's all your physique, it'll be hard to dodge if you get attacked. Albatos was not armed. The cannibals also did not possess silver weapons.

I just learned how to use my powers. I don't have a chance of winning. I'm not alone.

But kill.

Reinell, the Demon King, turned his eyes to me, full of creation, in the battle against cannibalism, and laughed.

"End Baron. Well done, my subordinate... I defeated Hebram the Cannibal. Its power, it deserves praise '

The voice was aware of the overwhelming advantage. I didn't even consider myself an enemy. And I guess that was right.

If I were king, I would understand the difference in power.

"Hebram will also reflect. I would like to formally welcome you into our army. Let the dawn of the Romburg invasion be rewarded with the reward of hope. '

In his eyes was the heat of the beast. It had taken the form of a proposal, but there was a heavy pressure on its voice not to say whether or not.

What would have happened if I hadn't snorted?

The voice was trying to tie me up. I underestimated my life. [M] The voice was against the ruled.

He's my enemy. Kill. Conflict breeds strife, strong resentment. I don't feel comfortable, but I can't help it.

The demon king Reinell, the cannibals and this careless army will kill you so completely and indiscriminately that there will be no more grudges. I'm timid, but more obsessive than anyone.

I won't forget the trick I took once.

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Signs are approaching. The lid of the coffin is knocked small. Smells like Monica...... also smells like Oliver nearby. I guess the night has come again.

At that time, the emotions that were circling my brain also showed some calm. It's somewhat better, but now you'll be able to smile and say hello even if you meet cannibals outside.

Open the coffin and wake up your body. As usual, Monica, dressed in clothes with no body lines, said in a slightly trembling voice. Oliver is shrinking nearby.

"Good morning, sir. Dear End... How are you doing?

How you doing?...... sucks.

The fight against cannibalism gave me a lot of things, but some I lost.

I was going to get Cenri to praise me for the good equipment, Pride. Besides, we used the power of blood to regenerate on many occasions on a large scale, so the depletion of power approached. If you say it plus or minus enough to know how to use your powers, it would be positive, but you feel shitty.

But I dare to speak softly. [M]

"Well, it's not bad,"

"I'm sorry about last night, Dear End. But it becomes like an excuse… me and Oliver didn't doubt Master End's victory"

"It's okay, it's over now. Besides, it's no big deal."

Yeah, I'm fine. The wound heals. The only thing that doesn't heal is the heartbreak.

It's calm that counts. If I'd lost my cool, I wouldn't have beaten Lord. I couldn't beat Albatos either. That's why we're gonna act the same this time.

I could see Monica pulling out her shoulders like she was just a little relieved.

Lift the big box Oliver had behind him and put it quietly in front of me. This way it really looks more like a dog than a wolf.

"I've been... looking into replacing the gear I lost last night. The cannibals have been sent to the new end of our army to celebrate."

There were many items in the box that had a magical glow. In the meantime, I didn't see anything when I looked through the treasure trove.

But it doesn't play any softer than my body anyway. When you look like a dog, you take it off, and when you look like a giant dog, you must be torn. All that's left of the item I got is the relic of the load under the centipede, the pitch black, and the light eater.

In the first place, my magic doesn't work. It doesn't work with magic items that improve the ability of your gear, and it doesn't need items like attack magic or curse prevention.

I don't even need a sword. You dissolve with poison anyway... because my right hand doesn't dissolve with poison. I want clothes that won't come off or tear. Neither do I always want to fight (almost) naked.

I chose the most sturdy and tailored black clothes, even though I was discouraged.

Monica, who knew me as she groaned and picked out her gear, confirms as if she was in a panic.

"Ho, is there anything else you want? I'm not complaining from anybody when I take everything."

"I don't need it. Human items are too brittle after all"

Even inorganic objects cannot follow in vampire endurance. But if you live long enough, you'll also find your favorite items.

Think positive. My time is coming. [M] There will be good things and bad things, and hopefully more good things eventually.

Force yourself to convince and check with Monica.

"Well, by joining this Demon King army too... I'm going to know a little bit about this army, but who knows about that?

"Yes. When it comes to this army, if you check with me, I'm sure you know most of it."

"I see... that would be... helpful"

"I'm afraid."

Monica smiles slightly for the first time. I guess she's still in a pretty upper position in this army. Well, even when I say up there, I guess it's because most of us around are like all the guys with hair on the beast, but it's very convenient.

I end up stuffing what I didn't want in the box and Monica closes the lid. I stretched out my arm and grabbed the wrist gently.

Monica freaked out and looked at me.

"!? Uh...... I'm fine. I won't take it. I'll leave it in my room, if you change your mind, if you're free to use it -"

"No, I don't need those anymore. But there's something that hasn't been filled."

"Is that... a weapon, is it? Then there must still be some left in the treasure trove."

"No. It's not the weapons that need to be filled"

"? Uh... it's..."

There is still a black flame smoking in one corner of my head. There's just a little something wrong with Monica who's too peacefully bogged down.

What we need to make up for - is the power of blood. I used a lot of blood in the cannibalism. [M] Thanks to this, the blood suction impulse is approaching. I can still stand it, but there's no point in putting up with it. We need to replenish the force as soon as possible. I'm busy.

I laughed with love. [M]

"It's blood. Monica, I've used a lot of blood because of you. I need you to make up for it."

The change was dramatic. Monica had a frightened look for a moment, but soon her eyes opened wide, drawing blood from her appearance.

The grabbed wrist is pulled hard. but I didn't let go of my gripping hand.

You have to take responsibility. My failure to breathe Monica's blood is not due to mercy. [M]

Because I didn't have a good reason. But now I'm ready to turn all the demon kings against my enemies, and Monica's failure to give me proper information about cannibalism was a terrible cause.

"Please joke... blood... if you need blood, there are prisoners."

"It doesn't fit my mouth. I want to suck the blood of a nutritious sacubus."

"!? Dear End, Wow, I am not a Sacubus"

Monica says in a trembling voice, letting her look down at her clothes without her body lines.

I was mistaken because I was dressed in an exposed outfit when I had a full body and I grew wings, but no?

"Uh, did you? Well, no. I made up my mind. Suck Monica's blood. Suck it now."

I promised Cenri I wouldn't suck blood from anyone but her, but when I think about it, Monica's not human, and it's nothing good.

You thought I'd forgive you? That's not true.

I'm still angry. Monica thought she was on her side, but she was betrayed. I feel a strong irritation. This is also punishment.

Monica desperately tries to get up and down, but the vampire's arm is stronger than the demon's. With a small voice as if Monica begs for mercy, she makes a slightly deviant resistance.

"Dear End, give me a tummy! If I suck on my, dirty blood, I'll break my stomach, absolutely. Forgive me, forgive me."

A sweet smell that reminds me of fruits that are too ripe and about to rot shakes my brain.

It's been a long time. Allow me to take plenty of time to breathe blood.

She seems to know a lot about vampires, and she's probably tougher than a human being. Let me show you the right way to suck blood.

Monica had no sign of doing so, even though she could escape if she chopped off her arm. It's a pity I almost melted my whole body because of Monica.

I pulled my arm hard and dragged Monica into the coffin. The coffin is built to spread a little, so there's no problem with the two of us going in.

I glanced at Oliver shivering in the corner of the room when I held Monica down with my left hand alone. I have a surprisingly cold voice myself.

"Oliver, I eat. Keep an eye out for disturbances. If anyone comes, delude them well and drive them back. If you interrupt, I'll kill you."