Master’s Smile

"Again, a night without the sun is good, but this evening is exceptionally good"

One woman was walking on the outskirts of the city as the moonlight lit up the dark night.

The woman laughs with pleasure as she plunges Sarah's long flowing blonde hair into a cool breeze.

His face gives the impression that his pride seemed high, but he was zoggly beautiful.

Rich and attractive limbs were covered in a bloody crimson dress, which seemed to highlight the good style.

"A time when this quiet, elephant is inactive. You deserve me gracefully."

Look up at the full moon and smile at the couscous.

HER - If a member of The Army of Salvation (Yerkutilla), who knows Van Peel well, would hear you say you are the noisiest person in the world.

"Speaking of greed, I wanted to look up to this beautiful moon as my master...... Already! Where the hell have you been? I'll kill that stalker!

Van Peel carefully thinks of his master in the first half and treads fiercely on the estate in the second half remembering the stalking ninja.

There, there was no such thing as a mysterious courtier left in the atmosphere earlier.

Only a woman trembled in anger when she was exposed from the side to something she wanted and didn't want.

"- - You too, don't you think?

Van Peel, who kept talking to one person, suddenly talks to someone.

Blow up the maiden atmosphere all at once until just now.

It was back to the first atmosphere, such as a strange and cold aristocratic maid.

But of course there's nobody around.

At such a late hour, there would be no fool outside a city where dangerous demons and criminals would travel.

Van Peel is excluded because he is not a normal person.

Well, members often tell me I'm an idiot.

"(... oh? Could it have been my mistake?

The vampire begins to worry, as I wait awhile and nothing returns any response.

From the side, he is a painful person who suddenly began to dress up alone and talk.

"(I don't like it! I am not Crankheight!!

"The Army of the Saviors (Yerkthilla)" is proud of Sick 2... I think of a painful person representative in my head, vampire screaming inside.

Crankheit is a gray-haired ese adult woman who in the end fails in her attempts to act like an adult and chews on words in a grand way.

Van Peel, who believes and does not doubt herself as a fine lady, is intolerable, such as the same as Crankheit.

"I didn't expect you to notice..."

But thankfully, Van Peel's sign perception didn't seem wrong.

As he crawled out of the darkness, it was a big, musculoskeletal man who appeared nuzzled.

That fierce grin was still not meant to be friendly.

Because those who are out of the city at night like this can't be normal people.

"It's too late to come out!

"Ooh...?

But Van Peel exhilarates to the big man, who is creating such a dangerous atmosphere from all over his body.

From a man's point of view, I know if you can scream, but it was unexpected to be told it was as slow as you'd hoped.

I don't know Van Peel was afraid he'd be in line with Crankheit, so it's only natural to think it's puzzling.

"You can say that. I don't know your master, and I don't know who the stalker is..."

The man complains of bumps.

A man is also a man, and there is a situation where he could not speak to Van Peel, who is talking to himself permanently, even if he tried to speak up.

"I don't care about that!

Even though I said so, Van Peel didn't accept any opinions from him at all and cut and threw away that it didn't matter.

Blue muscles float on a man's forehead.

It would be like a master to be able to match this selfish lady.

"So, who the hell are you? I can't believe you're snooping around the ladies' walks!

"Walking outside the city on a night like this is a walk." The Army of Salvation (Yerkthilla) is flying pretty well, too. "

"It's not dangerous, is it? The demons will leave if you ask them to."

A little irony of a man doesn't work on vampires either.

If this had been said to clever Anato, Chevalt, etc., he would have been skipped in the neck.

She was stupid and helpful.

By the way, I don't know Van Peel.

That when demons are asked by demons more overwhelmingly than themselves, they feel nothing different from the feeling of being intimidated at the earliest.

"Call me sooner."

"Oh, you did. I belong to the Dark Alliance" Iron Queen "-"

With a confident face, the man starts introducing himself to how awesome he and The Iron Queen (Einieken) are.

But Van Peel had heard it from himself, and he hadn't heard about the man already.

All she wanted to hear was what the hell organization fanned to the master.

"(With that said, there's no guild against me and my master, or something like someone said...)"

Van Peel looked at Bo all the time, thinking so.

Nor did the important issue of the guild remain on her mind.

At last, I perceived hostility to the 'Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla)' = hostility towards myself and my master, and the other members were outside consideration.

"- Well, my master is somewhat obsessed with you."

"Oh... did you?

From the mouth of a man I've talked to for a long time, apparently the story is climax.

It was a vampire I hadn't even heard of this one, but for now I decided to talk to each other.

That alone is a big difference compared to the old days.

"I'm also interested in the title Dark Alliance. I don't have a grudge against you, but you have to die here."

Among men, the strongest of the dark guilds led to the fact that they were the strongest guilds in the world.

Well, it's not a mistake though, because in terms of making life compatible between humans, you're probably better at the Dark Alliance than the regular one.

Of course, there are a lot of good adventurers in the regular guild, so it doesn't mean that the strongest of the dark guilds will be the strongest in the world.

But the man was motivated enough.

At the same time as I finish saying it, I get a killer from all over the man's body.

Its intense killing was like letting a middle-aged adventurer constrict as well.

That's right, let's just say that society is also a member of the infamous Iron Queen.

"That's a consultation you can't do. I want to taste more of the Master's blood."

But Van Peel is in a way a member of the world's worst guild, the Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla), where master madness travels.

No, no frightening or constricting, I smiled back at Couscous.

It was here that the first battles of the Army of Salvation (Yerkchillah) and the Iron Queen (Einieken) broke out.