The Strongest Wingless Gargoyle

More than half a month passed after the end of the war with the demon king Lanne.

Having completed the rough work I could do locally, I entrusted my men with the remaining post-war processing, and I was returning to my home castle of Astania, well north of Castle Lanne, one foot away.

In the end, that cod fighting gargoyle has yet to be discovered.

He who has all that strength.

Speaking of greed, I wanted my men...

If that gargoyle gets into my men, I'll be able to move more freely than ever before.

In this world, an individual's power of war says things.

Therefore, being the supreme power, I have never been very free to move, but if that gargoyle gets into my men, the story will change.

Just in case you run into Gargoyle, I told the two demon kings under my umbrella not to get their hands on him.

I don't have to be on my side. I want to avoid hostility.

They both said, 'Okay,' but he had a surprised look on his face.

It was like half-heartedness or something.

Well, I can also understand that you two who weren't there can't believe it.

That (gargoyle) is something I cannot be convinced of without seeing in person.

I beat the magic into my back with all my might, so my wings won't play.

Then, I don't think it's that far away because it will be on foot.

Maybe he traveled across the mountains to the city of Farah.

That neighborhood is ruled by High Elf's Demon King, Cliff.

Demon King Cliff has met once in the past.

He was a gentle waist, intelligent and likeable man.

I've invited him to my faction before, he turned me down...

Things are changing with those days, so I might ask her out again.

Well... whatever it is, the long war that lasts three years is over too.

There is still a fine aftermath, but this is a paragraph for now.

When I got back, I went back. I have work to do.

But for a paragraph, let me stretch my feathers a little bit.

It should have...... was.

It was the day after I returned to Castle Astania that I noticed the anomaly.

It was when I tried to take a bath in an attempt to heal my day's fatigue.

When I took off my black dress and continued to take off my underwear, I realized something.

"Hmm?"

Inside my undressed underwear, I saw a silver curve.

I mean, the... the hair down there was missing.

I'm a vampire, my body doesn't age.

Therefore, it should be rare for hair to fall out.

Of course, if you pull with strong force from outside, you can pull it out.

But... just one bottle.

Maybe that's what happens.

In the meantime, I'd be embarrassed if they found me, so let's burn it and dispose of it before the maid of cleaners arrives.

- The next day...

"Hmm?

Just like yesterday, when I tried to take a bath...

In my underwear, the same sight was confirmed as yesterday.

The hair in the same place was missing today.

One more bottle than yesterday and two were missing.

(occasionally... then?

Sometimes that happens......

Though a little questionable, I wasn't feeling the crisis at this time.

Just two bottles, even if I say it's missing...

I thought lightly about what was happening to me.

- Three days later...

I can't stop falling out...

More copies fell out than yesterday.

I checked four bottles today.

Lack of sleep? Disturbance in your diet? Stress?

I can't deny it, but I've never lived like this for nearly a thousand or five hundred years.

Why?

There's nothing wrong with missing four bottles.

Maybe my body is signing for more rest.

In the Gargoyle battle, we fought with all our might for a long time, and the damage could still be there.

I've been particularly busy the last few years, and let's get some rest.

- Five days later...

I eat regularly in the morning, day and night.

Sleep is perfect.

My body is bathed and cleaned every day.

The amount of work has been modest lately...

The act of overloading the body has been reduced as much as possible.

... Yet.

"Why?

... How do you get out?

I don't usually take a bath with someone...... but.

It's not like I'm in social trouble without it...... but.

Nobody will notice because the place is the place...... but.

I'm starting to get a little nervous.

What is on my body?

- - - - XX days later - - -

…………

No, I knew I couldn't stop losing my hair.

More and more copies are falling out day by day.

If it stays like this, won't it be all gone in the near future?

I've felt that fear here lately.

I did everything I could, but it doesn't work.

Maybe it's not a problem I can solve on my own at the earliest.

Assuming it's not a simple body anomaly...

When that happens, no way... a curse?

I do have that kind of curse...... but.

(no... can't be that)

Who the hell is there to gain from doing this?

Even if it's a curse, I have no idea why the surgeon did this.

I don't know why this happened...

Would you have done anything to make someone resent you?

This is still the Immortal Four (the Four Without Death), who have lived a long time, and there are mountains of them if they are around a resentful heart.

But I can't read the intentions of the surgeon at all.

If the aim was to humiliate me, it would be a huge success.

(What a plain, terrible harassment...)

I really want you to give me a break from any more troubles.

I don't know if it's a curse.

Why don't we talk to Marrell, the castle alchemist?

She might know something.

"Marrell, do you have a minute?

"Dear Berea, how are you doing?"

"Uh, the..."

I can't put it into words inside.

I even try to tell Marrell...... I hesitate.

Consultation...... do you?

Even if it's called Immortal Four (the Four Without Death) and I'm in a position to lead many demons...

'Find out,' he said.

'I've been having trouble losing my hair downstairs lately,' he said.

…………

"What's up? Dear Beria,"

Marelle stares at me with worrying eyes in front of her.

"... nothing. I'm sorry I stopped you."

(That... there's no way I can tell you)

Walk down the hallway between Tobotobo and the castle.

"Master Beria, it's dangerous to walk without looking ahead."

Unlike a maid of castle service.

I shouldn't, if I was thinking, I would have narrowed my horizons.

Looks like he was about to hit the wall.

"Master Berea, you've fallen, I'll pick you up"

"Oh, no!

I accidentally screamed at the maid reflexively.

"What, can't I pick up a handkerchief?

…………

I wonder what you're doing. I...

(Oh, no...)

I feel like it's going to be irrevocable as it is.

Maybe we should put up with the shame and be brave enough to ask Marrell.

If it's a curse, then I'll find out who did it, even if I split the grass roots.