To Be a Power in the Shadows!

It was a battlefield there. But there are no warriors.

On the battlefield at dusk, where many bodies stacked, men in white surrounded a black mass.

Nor does Olivier look.

Alexia and the others approached that black mass after Alpha.

"What is this..."

Rose told me to whine.

The black mass was a giant arm. It's a black, fat, ugly, enlarged carbide arm. Sharp nails stretched and vivid pieces of meat crept in.

"It's Diabolos' left arm. Diabolos' arm was still alive, even if it was slashed off."

Alpha was right. That arm was still alive.

A man in white approached inadvertently, pierced and desperate by his nails. Diabolos' arms are restrained by chains and piles, but a vast amount of magic was leaking out of them.

"Advanced artifacts succeeded in sealing Diabolos' left arm. But the seal is not complete, and eventually distortions will arise and become a sanctuary. Well, that's another story. The purpose of the denomination was the incredible vitality of Diabolos cells"

A man in white drains blood and shreds meat from his sealed left arm.

Both the drained blood and the shredded meat regenerated after a while.

"By the study of Diabolos' left arm, the Church develops drugs that strengthen humans. It had side effects, but unlike before, it was something that even men could use."

Alpha takes the tablet out of her nose and plays it with her nails.

The tablet, which fell drawing an arc, rolled over the ground and hit Nelson's shoe and stopped. That was a red tablet, which Alexia had also seen.

"This is the power that supports the denomination, but the true source of power of the denomination was different. The Order sealed the flesh of Diabolos, and over time studied it and created its medicine."

The scene changed.

It was a white lab there. The men in white surrounded the desk and waited for it to be completed.

And a drop in a small vessel, something fell.

"That its liquid, shining red, was like the blood of Diabolos"

It was a bloody liquid, glowing beautifully and emitting bright red.

The men rejoice, cheer, and the representative man licks it.

"If you lick that liquid, you get enormous power and... immortal flesh. Looks like our hypothesis was right."

Alpha's gaze was pointing towards Nelson. Nelson is leaning down and silent to hide his face.

"Well, with the man in white there"

Alpha says so, pointing to the man in white at the end of the group.

"Don't you think Archbishop Nelson's deputies here are very similar?

"... ugh!

Alexia panicked and saw Nelson's face.

Alpha's right, Nelson's face and that of the man in white look just like it. That went through the phase of resemblance, so much so that it only seemed to him.

"I wonder what this wonderful medicine is called."

"..." Shizuku of Diabolos. "

Nelson shrugged.

"Thank you. But this' Shizuku of Diabolos' wasn't complete. It had two major flaws."

One of the flaws was that Alexia also noticed. The current Nelson is bald. But the past Nelson......

"Past Archbishop Nelson deputies have hair. Looks like immortality wasn't complete."

Alexia laughed.

"No, I'm not."

Alpha denied it.

"It's stress I lost my hair"

Nelson affirmed.

"I'm sorry."

Alexia apologized.

"One of the two flaws, which is that if you don't take 'Shizuku of Diabolos' regularly, you lose your effectiveness. No?"

"Once a year."

"I guess. And the second flaw is that" Diabolos Shizuku "can only be produced in very small quantities at a time."

"Oh, you're right. Twelve drops a year."

"Twelve drops. Speaking of which, the number of Nights of Rounds was definitely twelve."

"Huh..."

Nelson leaned down.

"The Order has twelve knights called Nights of Lounds with isolated powers. The Order aspires to Rounds for everyone and seeks its power and eternal life. Right."

Nelson's got a knuckle in his throat.

"The Order invests in research to make 'Shizuku of Diabolos' complete. And the key is sealed, in the body of Diabolos, and in the seed that inherited the blood of the hero in colour. There are descendants like me who inherited Olivier's blood in colour."

"I don't know. I'm Nelson from the eleventh seat of the Nights of the Rounds, Greed."

Nelson's eyes glowed red as he raised his face.

I feel tremendous magic swirling and Alexia sets herself up.

At that moment, a pitch-black knife pierced Nelson's heart. A woman in Nelson's custody instantly reaped his life.

Nelson's body collapses when he loses his power.

"Alpha, I'm sorry. But Delta thought he should hunt."

The voice felt somewhere out of my mind.

"Delta......"

"Delta is good at hunting. I was a boar in the mountains before this..."

"Shut up."

Shit, looked around and Delta held her mouth.

"It's too late for that. And look closely at the prey."

Dead Nelson's body cracks. It collapses from the edge of the corpse and disappears into the void.

That was not the way people died.

It's like a mirror breaking...

"I'm coming."

Alpha's warning and Delta's reaction were simultaneous.

Just before the sword broke Delta, Delta lay low on the ground.

A tremendous wind pressure reaches Alexia, and a delta lying on the ground flies like a beast.

Delta's fangs and the Great Sword crossed.

"A beast..."

"Delta is good at hunting."

Let Nelson groan and Delta shrug like a beast.

Delta's dog teeth were stained with blood and Nelson's cheeks ripped. But Nelson wipes the blood off his cheeks, not even the wind he cared about. The wound had already healed.

Delta stretches a pitch-black knife for a long time, bowing low and taking a beastly battle stance.

At that time.

Delta, wait.

Delta trembled freakedly at Alpha's voice.

My ears are out.

"Ahhh...!

Delta's beast ears were popping out of the gap in her bodysuit. Then I was also seeing the bottom half of my face.

When Delta rushed to hide it, she now had a full view of her white ass and her upward tail was shaking fuzzy.

"Beastman..."

Rose shrugged.

"Well, Alpha, I feel like the magic is getting sucked out of me."

"We're approaching the center of the sanctuary."

Nelson responds to Delta's questions.

"The sanctuary is our realm. The closer you get to the sanctuary, the less power you lose."

Nelson's voice was bluffing. Soon Nelson will look like two, and I wonder if I'll go back to one.

"I wanted to set it up a little closer... but it would be enough around here. Shall I introduce myself again?"

Nelson lowered his head gently with the sword lightly on his shoulder, which was as tall as a person.

"It's Nelson from Nights of Rounds' eleventh seat, Greed. Turn your fangs to the congregation and repent with it."

There is no face of the priest on that face. That was the face of a fierce warrior.