As far as I know, there are several so-called Demon Lords.
　I don't know much about them because I was never informed of their condition when I was sick, but they are said to be fearsome natural enemies of humans. In terms of threat level, they may be even more dangerous than necromancers.
　There are several reasons for this, but by definition, the power of the Necromancer tends to be larger than that of the necromancer. Another reason is that the Demon Lord does not have a clear natural enemy, like the Demon Knights for the necromancers.

　Some of them are said to have destroyed several human countries.

　I had always thought that the Demon Lord army was a fearsome existence. I thought the monsters we fought in the forest and, for that matter, the vampire hunters were too powerful to contend with. But after meeting with Celzard, it seemed that this was not necessarily the case.

　I changed my clothes that had holes in them, wiped off the blood, and got back into action.
　Of course, next time I'll be on the lookout for a surprise attack. I was just a little careless earlier.
　However, there were a few people who were watching the fight with Celzar, and they were looking at me from a distance, but no one else was getting involved. The distance between me and Monica, the guide, is also a bit far.

"Are you and Celzar getting along?

　I was just fighting back. I was just fighting back.
　At my question, Monica pauses for a moment, then fearfully opens her small lips.

"............ No. But Celzar was also a commander. He's a warrior, loved by his men.

"Is he strong?

"............Lynell-sama is, of course, not as strong as Oliver in purely individual combat ability, but in the army he is ...... ...... in the military.

"...... Well, it was half a surprise attack, so ......

　I said it was the weakest. I'm a little bit sorry and I'm going to give you an excuse.
　Maybe he was good at martial arts. It may be that I crushed him before he could use it to his full potential, but either way, he doesn't seem that strong compared to vampires.

　So far, all of the enemies have been on the lookout for us. The third level knights, Nevira and the others, were using holy silver weapons, not to mention Kainushi. There is no excuse for Albatross, as he was purely outmatched, but it seems that compatibility is really important for vampires.
　Of course, the fact that I'm stronger now than I was when I was fighting Albatross probably has something to do with it. I've been receiving Senri's blood regularly throughout my journey, and according to the Lord, my soul continues to be corrupted.

　Monica clasped her hands together in front of her large chest and said.

"I admire you, Monica, you fight better than you hear. I've heard that there are differences in the power of the Night King, but it seems that End is a very powerful king who treats Celzar as a child without using his other powers. ......

　It's a lame sycophant. Despite the cheerful voice, there was a strong sense of awe in his eyes.

　But this information is important. The ability Monica is referring to is probably a special ability that vampires have.
　I'm still a Lesser, so I can't use most of the special abilities that vampires have. But Monica didn't seem to notice that.

　And my physical abilities are ...... perhaps even stronger than those of an average vampire.
　I can see why. I think it's because I sucked Senri's blood. But if that's the case, then I don't understand why he hasn't become a pure vampire yet, even though he has so much power.

　But there's no point in thinking about it. I'll check it out next time I see some of Lord's residue residue residue residue.

"This army is a meritocracy. Master End might be able to make it to the top of this army.

　Even though we're in the middle of the Liners' base, Monica says something that makes me nervous. I wonder if she is watching our reaction.
　If Selzard was a valuable asset to the Demon King's army, he would be interested in whether I was a friend or foe.

I'm not interested. I have other things on my mind and I will be gone as soon as the time is right.

That's ...... a shame.

　Monica lowered her eyes.

　What would you do if Senri left me and went away? I'm interested in Monica's blood, but I can't replace Senri's blood.
　Senri knows the limits of my blood-sucking urges. The time I'm allowed is ...... ten days at most.
　If I turn into a dog, it shouldn't be impossible to find Senri by following her scent. If she's not gone, she's not going to leave ...... you, is she?

　I'm not going to leave you here.
　No, Senri. This is not an affair.
　I'm a vampire, I just care about blood. I don't think it's okay to suck blood a little too roughly because I'm a demon. I really don't.

　I anguishly follow Monica into the treasury building.

　The treasuries of the Lynel army were not the glittering buildings I had imagined. It's just a stone warehouse with no decoration.

　From what I've heard, it's probably just a warehouse. It's just a place to collect loot.
　It was an understandable sight, since it was unlikely that the beast would be interested in jewelry.

　The cool, moist air was laced with a fetid smell.
　Almost reflexively, I turned my gaze to one of the doors. Perhaps it's because I can now transform into a dog, but my sense of smell has been quite acute lately.
　Behind the steel door, I could smell a stench. It was a mixture of things, but it smelled human.

　But Monica doesn't touch it and leads me deeper.


　The smell of blood, flesh, death, and excitement approached her. Monica paused in front of a magnificent door and opened it somewhat hesitantly.

This is the dueling chamber. The outcome of the battle will be decided here.

　What lay there was a large room. It was a large room, or should I say a courtyard rather than a room.
　There was no ceiling, and if you looked up, you could see a sky full of stars. There was no stage, the ground was bare, and there were traces of blood all over the place.

　Right now, two demons are fighting each other. They look like people, but they are two times bigger than people. Their skin is as black as iron, and they have two horns on their heads.

　It may be a subhuman called an ogre. Like skalengecks, they are classified as demons.
　The two demons were beating each other with their fists without any mercy.
　They were not defending themselves, nor were they wearing armor. Even the dull sound of their tightly clenched fists as they slammed into each other's flesh was drowned out by the roar.
　Blood splatters and the sound of bones breaking is heard. Kuro blood splatters. But there is no sign of stopping each other.

　There seemed to be no great difference in strength between the two, and around them, similar looking demons were shouting like thunder, inspiring the two heroes.

　Monica explained to me in a small voice.

The one they are fighting over is the sword that the enemy general had when he attacked Romburg. Powerful weapons are associated with status and are coveted by all.

　I'm not really interested. I'm more interested in the demons who are beating each other.
　Demons are famous for their strength. They are bigger than humans, have skin like steel, and their arms can kill with a single blow. And they have a culture of eating the strongest people they defeat. If you're a mercenary who's used to fighting, this is someone you definitely don't want to go head-to-head with.

　The two fighting now may not be armed to the teeth, but even so, their fisticuffs were filled with tremendous murderous intent.
　Their expressions were distorted like demons, and they embodied the strong-armed, weak-meat diet advocated by Rainer's army.

No killing. Everything in the Ryner army belongs to you, Lord Ryner.

What happens if I accidentally kill him?

"There will be no killing.

　Monica said firmly again. But I think a human being would die if struck with that force. In fact, there is a strong smell of death in this dueling arena.

　It was settled while I watched. The kick of the slightly larger individual on the right pierced the pigeon tail of the demon on the left, who wobbled and struck with great force. As expected, a species known for its strength and endurance could not withstand the same kind of attack, and the left demon rolls on the ground, spewing vomit and diarrhea with a tremendous sound.
　It is still barely alive, but it is twitching and twitching and shows no signs of getting up. The victorious individual raises his voice in victory, and his friends who were cheering around him roar. It seems that the humanoid form is only in appearance.

　As I cover my ears from the excessive cheering, Monica makes a mocking gesture to emphasize her bosom and says fearfully.

So, Mr. ............ end. I'm sorry to tell you this, but ...... living people are a popular prize.

　Well, it seems that even guests cannot be given special treatment.
　I wonder what Oliver was talking about when he said he would prepare hundreds of people.

"............ I don't care if it's Monica's blood.

"What?　...... Please forgive me.

　You don't like it that much? I'm sure you'll be able to find something that works for you.

No killing, right?

"No. Absolutely not.

　"Absolutely not," Monica assures me with a tense expression.
　If there's killing, I'll never participate, but if there's absolutely no killing, I might participate just to test my skills.

　As I watched the duel, I had no idea how my strength compared to that of the demons.
　The only way to find out is to face them in person. If I compare my strength with that of a demon, I will be able to understand the extent of my current physical ability. Even if I lose, I'm used to suffering pain.

　It's said that if you know your enemy and know yourself, you won't risk a hundred battles. This is a good opportunity.

　I don't want a living person that badly, but I think it's still better for me to have one than to be held captive by Lynel's army. I only suck blood, I don't eat people.

　I took off my shirt, sad to tear it again, and walked to the middle of the room, putting my arms around myself and checking my condition.
　Monica makes a small sound, but I ignore her. It's always better to test your strength with an injured opponent first.

　The winner of this tournament, the demon, widens his eyes at my sudden appearance.

　The ogre, covered in scars and with a huge body that looked up at me, was very intimidating. The thickness of his body, the thickness of his arms and legs, and the armor of his muscles were incomparable to my human appearance.
　However, Albatos was too much for me, so I felt that I was only this much compared to him. Albatos and Epe have numbed my senses.

　I don't know the difference in strength between them, but I think we should be careful because of the example of Celzard.

　His glassy eyes are as red as mine, and even though it's just after a fistfight, there's a wariness burning deep within them.

I'm sure you're not the only one.

Show me your strength, champion.

　Something is smoldering like a flame in the back of my brain. Maybe this is the battle instinct that makes vampires so evil.



　Then the demon roared, and without any signal, he swung his fist down.