Master’s Smile

"Hmmm...... Again, couldn't you..."

One man muttered in a dark, no-one knew.

This was present in a hidden place alongside the Alliance headquarters of the "Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla)".

"Though true ancestral vampires could not defeat the Master to the extent of Gehilned hey...... Well, I knew it."

The man laughs bitterly.

Though I knew it, I had some expectations.

A vampire of a mighty race, an even more powerful, truly ancestral vampire.

If you are such a gehilned, or I helped you lightly... the result was that the master crushed you.

In the first place, if the master were to be defeated to this extent, we would never have had this much difficulty ourselves right now.

"Well, if you get knocked down in this much, it's something you're even interested in. At best, let us enjoy ourselves."

The man remembers' that time '.

'At that time' would also have accomplished its purpose if the Master hadn't even interrupted it.

The failure to accomplish the purpose was due, for one thing, to the power of the Master.

"So we need to proceed with caution this time so that we don't tread the same way then..."

The same mistakes are not repeated.

At that time, I put too much grief in front of me. Now, it won't fail.

"Still, I thought if Gehilned took that Van Peel power away. Or... Master, oh and easy..."

What a man recalls is a battle in vampire territory.

He struck a true ancestor named Gehilned and caused a disturbance in vampire territory.

He wanted to be at the top of the vampire, and he moved as easily as the man thought.

But it was also unexpected for the man that Gehilned had prepared a hand to take away the power of Van Peel.

Well, it was a betrayal of the better idea, so it was something to welcome for the man.

Even though not as threatening as the Master, Van Peel's powers are immense and alarming.

Even Gehilned, who absorbed that power and became far more powerful than himself, did not even enemies to inflict one scratch instead of defeating the master.

"That true ancestor...... you were right not to fight the master and retreat after defeating Liturgia. Perhaps I won't be the one to fight now."

He calmly self-analyzed.

In my own power right now, it would even be difficult to defeat one member of the 'Army of Salvation (Yerkutilla)' who is over-consolidating itself around the Master.

"Hehe. Really, the master will get in the way of my plan. Well, I've known for a long time."

The man didn't make him feel angry or resentful, he laughed like he was having fun from the bottom of his heart.

"Wow. Are you laughing alone again?

"Oh..."

Another figure appeared in the dark, in the space where only he was supposed to exist.

"Look, I brought you what you told me."

"Oh, this is..."

Another figure was a woman.

She gives the man the sword she had in her hand.

The sword was a crooked sword of full body that took away the power of Van Peel, made by Gehilned to Vissen.

"This sword has a rare power, so hey. Thank you for bringing it."

"That's okay, but come on..."

The woman seems dissatisfied somewhere.

"I knew you wanted to fight like that. Is that guy in the way of our plan? Then you should have killed him over there."

Woman spitting.

The woman was a vampire hunter for a woman who was in action with the soloids.

She was supposed to have been killed by Liturgia, she was here.

The man chuckles at her strong statement like that.

"Ha ha. We can't let him suffer one scratch right now, can we?

"That, too, I don't know. From what I saw, he didn't seem strong at all -"

"Oops. Should we keep it that way?"

A man who blocks a woman's words on the way.

From his body seeped a sense of intimidation that shook Zokri and the woman.

"I'm sorry. I don't really think about the master..."

"Ah, ah...... Nothing..."

The woman replies with a trembling voice to the man who laughs nicely and apologizes.

I had no idea what you were talking about, but I just found out that if I turned against him now, it would be terrible for my eyes.

The man was letting go of pressure enough to silence even the equivalent, carefree girlfriend.

But it also fits right in.

"... ugh. That's tough..."

Not only the woman, but the man was sweating all over her face, and she was looking very hard on her face.

After all, do you need a little more time and strength?

That's what the man decided. And I had already found the aim.

"Well, what's the next elf? Totally… a feud is something that can be found anywhere, anytime."

The man thought of his next target and sneered.

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"Kuh!! That district, by the way, would be ours!?

"Those Dwarves! Forgot the agreement!?

Some, so deep in the woods that people don't get in.

There, there was intense debate among men and women in a single settlement made of depressed and growing trees and grasses.

That agenda was about the boundaries with hostile settlements.

"Their recent moves, they're obviously crazy!

"Again, are you going to wage war!?

A hostile race… It was this kind of debate that broke out because Dwarves ignored the ceasefire agreement and expanded their territory.

It would also be natural for them to become more in crisis, having fought a fierce war until a ceasefire agreement was reached.

"Sink!!

One man's voice echoed sharply as the debate grew more and more intense.

Those who were passionate about the argument quieted back with Singh and saw the man in unison.

It was the elderly elf who had accumulated a splendid mustache that made that voice.

"We don't need a useless story. There's only one thing to do."

If you miss every word of the old man, those who surround the floor will clear their ears.

"If we don't need an agreement, we can still do what we want."

The old man distorted his mouth hidden by his beard, spinning his words.

"In war."