Woof Woof Story ~I Said I Wanted To Be A Rich Person’s Dog, Not A Fenrir!~

Late at night, there was a white object rolling through the woods.

Kobushi much of it kept rolling around trying to get somewhere willingly though, pinched in indentations or hitting pebbles and jumping.

The clouds clear and the moonlight illuminates.

The shape of something rolling white was revealed.

That was the head of a little skeleton.

A lid bone the size of which is like keeping a person's bone as small as it is, is rolling just the head.

If there was anyone here from the Demon Wolf tribe, some would have thought of its identity.

Because they were burning the fold of the showdown in the cemetery, the figure of their mighty enemy in their eyes painfully, and then also in their bellies.

The identity of that skull was Richie, the necromancer who was supposed to have been eaten and extinguished by the Demon Wolf tribe led by Louta.

"Ha, ha... Though it's good to make it look doomed and manage to miss the main body outside the cemetery, I didn't know the cemetery at heart was taken away and there was no magic left to repair the body... How many years will it take to regain its original power..."

Richie stops rolling and looks up at the night sky where the moon peeks.

"I had no idea that this I, an executive of the Demon King's Army, would be defeated so unharmed... Who the hell was that white demon wolf? The great magic of a series of ultimate destructive magic. Sturdy that doesn't take my offense for granted. A number of refined soldiers. It was strength to the point of horror. No, that's not the only thing that's horrible. It's not the usual idea to defeat me by eating immortality…"

Remembering a vicious demon wolf biting his fangs to eat himself up, Richie shook his bone head with a clatter.

"If I get so weak, too, I won't be able to help the Demon King. Now we just have to hide and regain our strength. That silver demon wolf is a terrible opponent. It's a terrible thing that such a masterpiece was born while we were sealed...... Perhaps we should also carefully examine how to unseal the Demon King."

For one thing, we need to find a safe place.

I'm sorry to be chased around by crows and squirrels in the woods anymore.

Why are you trying to persevere in taking me on a dope?

It was as if my own identity would be lost if I didn't have me.

And so on and so on, Richie rolls through the woods looking like a skull.

The moment I thought the black shadow covered him, the heeled shoes stopped Richie.

Because it was so abrupt, Richie had no idea for a moment what she was being done.

"Become!? Who is it!?

As he is trampled down, he suddenly shows up to someone who can't stop him.

"Oh? Oh, oh, oh, oh? I was wondering if anyone dressed differently, not Uncle Richie."

"Oh, what's that voice!?

Physically, it's been months. Richie was stunned by the voices of colleagues she hadn't heard in a thousand years.

"Mr. Carmilla!? Were you resurrected too!?

It was a beautiful woman with feathers on her cape from above her black dress who was stepping on Richie.

Golden hair and blood red eyes gleam suspiciously in the woods at night.

An unpleasant appearance in a secluded forest.

But the long fangs spilling from her mouth and the large wings like bats growing on her back represented her monstrosity.

"Hi, Uncle. Your dear colleague, the blood-sucking evil princess, Carmilla."

The woman who flipped her cape on the spot and named herself Carmilla makes deliberate shiatsu.

"And yet, uh, interesting. Even Richie, the Necromancer of the Demon King's Army executives, has become an idiot."

Richie gets furious at the woman who frowns at the root and laughs at the couscous.

"Oh, where have you been before......! If you were in the war, you wouldn't have bothered to do it...!

"Don't be impotent, right? I just woke up a few days ago. I don't know why the seal was suddenly unsealed, but I felt your uncle's fine magic nearby, so I still flew in in a hurry. The race came to help with the same immortality, so thank you."

If that's what they say, Richie just has to shut up.

Because if Carmilla puts a little effort into her heels, this weakened body will be easily crushed.

I couldn't let the mood break her mood.

"I'd like you to explain the situation first. About that tiny body, Couscous..."

With a provocative glance down, Carmilla mocks.

If there were blood vessels running on his own body, Richie would have had blue muscles floating around his forehead.

But Richie was angry and chose to proceed constructively.

"... fine. But, Mr. Carmilla. The path to the resurrection of the Demon King may not be easy."

"Oh, that's exciting. Shall I take your time? I invite you to my crystal palace so no one can disturb you, uncle."

Carmilla, holding a tweezer, spread her back wings wide and flew at night on the moon.