The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... so you followed me in the end"

"Yeah. Something's bothering me when I get here."

What Mr. Fernote said was good too.

The purpose of our journey is to bring Mr. Richelle safely to our territory. That's why I came to the Devil's Land. If things go wrong here, the hardships I've had will become blisters of water.

That's why non-Zeno-kun members came outside the castle town with Mr. Mutsuki. Zeno-kun says that when it comes to full-scale combat, it will be a foothold, and he's evacuating with his horse in the direction of the castle town.

"I wanted to sleep over there."

Honestly, Xeno-kun is pretty jealous. I wanted to sleep there until the fight was over. [M]

Spilling stupidity, it feels like Kuzha is so-so,

"If you get hurt, Mr. Alger can count on you. There's no choice."

Like Kuzha said, my healing magic is a powerful thing that can heal every wound if it's not even dead.

I know I was brought here for that reason, but apart from that and this. Fighting is a pain in the ass.

"Nevertheless...... are you really going to clean it up by yourself?

"What about the king fighting on the front line, that too... no other power, no one else?

"It's not like I'm not here, but I'll clean up on my own. We're turning our power to other jobs."

"... okay. I heard rumors about the power of the Red Lord, and I'd like to see it."

In that conclusion, Mr. Fernote took his gaze off Mr. Mutsuki.

What Mr. Fernote sees, or spreads to the front of us, is a vast meadow. Lots of tall grass and little shelter.

It's a situation where only five of us await the arrival of our enemies in a place suitable for deploying large armies.

"Uncle. Apparently, there you are."

Shortly after Mr. Richelle reacted with excellent vision. From across the meadow, countless shadows appeared.

It's two to three meters tall, a herd of giants. Silhouettes are close to humans, but they're pretty big.

They uniformly had two black horns, their faces were gripping, and they could see from their muscular bodies that they were overpowered.

"The ghost tribe, right?"

Even while Kuzha is squealing, the shadows increase in number.

In an instant the meadow was filled with black shadows.

All ghost tribes wear armor like armor on their bodies and are armed with swords and bows. The weapon, built to match the size of the body, clearly possessed a vicious killing power.

They align regularly and stop moving. Apparently, for once, he's going to stop in a relative fashion to this one.

"Are there two hundred..."

"Dear Alger. Two hundred and fifty-three, to be exact."

"Two hundred or three hundred... well"

In light condition, Mr. Mutsuki takes a step forward. He looked over at the hordes of ghosts in an effortless manner,

"Are you guys really motivated? Now I'm going to put on the face of the previous chief, and I'm going to do what I didn't."

"Naturally!!!

Answers in loud volume returned to the question mark.

Just like Mr. Mutsuki, it was an international big haunted man who took a step forward from the haunted herd.

Perhaps it is an injury to honor. The ghost tribe, with its striking right corner broken from half, barked loudly.

"I'm not as weak as a former chief! This is not how I've become a sheik!! My ghost tribe is going to have everything in its hands and slowly embark on continental domination as well!!

"Hmmm...... ahhh"

"Oh well...!?

I guess I was irritated by Mr. Mutsuki's attitude, which is too unsatisfactory. Even though it just further distorted the scared face, the ghost chief raved his voice.

Mr. Mutsuki shrugs his shoulders as he takes the obvious anger and swelling killer with a cool face.

"I've heard that line five hundred times while I was living on the Devil's Land. Dreaming is on your own, but look at reality a little bit. And you, my father, from the previous chief..."

"- Kill!!

Faster than finishing spinning words, the other guy was moving.

Gun, and the stepping that has grown is so fast that it doesn't suit that giant. I approached Mr. Mutsuki in just a moment, although it would also be due to his great stride.

The machete, which is already a weapon, has been shaken. It no longer shines more like an iron mass than a blade, like the thickness, the length and the human.

"My father, and you, are relics of old times already! I'll teach you that, with this one sword!!

"Mr. Mutsuki......!?

"Oh, don't worry, Kuzha. No problem."

Mr. Mutsuki controls Kuzha in a hurry to get forward.

At that moment, the machete had already been swung down.

"Yes, yes!!!

Instead of slashing it, I heard it smash.

The blade shouldn't have hit the meat, and it sounded heavy, powerful enough to even generate shock waves around it.

Perhaps a direct hit would even leave the body suspicious. The fact that it's so powerful is a special blow in the upper echelons that you can still feel from here.

"Gee......!?

"Well, you know what?"

I wonder how substandard Mr. Mutsuki is to stop that with one finger.

"Hey, that..."

Mr. Fernote makes a grumpy voice.

Kuzha has a similarly, outdated face.

The blow of the head of the ghost tribe was definitely a blow that could be described as a special. If it hits properly, it won't help first, and even if it helps, it can't be without one scratch.

That's impossible, Elsie and I did something out of standard in a different dimension, and he looked at the shivers and the glow touching his fingertips.

"Sure, you're a better arm than the previous chief. Weapons are also better than they were back then. Attack, speed, 'stubbornness'. You guys are so much stronger than you used to be."

"Hey what... are you saying!?

"But it's been a long time since you listened to me. Didn't you hear properly from your own father? I don't know why your father stopped saying stupid things about conquering the Demon World."

My skin peeled because the magic that leaked out of Mr. Mutsuki stroked my skin.

Until then, his atmosphere, laughing in mild condition, obviously changes.

The overflowing magic was consumed by something else, not magic. The surrounding air changed, and the earth felt pulsating.

"This, feeling... no way -"

"- This earth itself is a magic tool (artifact)......!?

"That's the thing. Look, you guys.... Is the moon out?

Everyone looked up into the sky at the words.

The moon that floats in the sky is red, red as blood at some point.

The red moonlight falls and dubiously illuminates the earth.

In the sight of being both fantastic and delusional, Mr. Mutsuki sparingly exposed his vampire-specific fangs and laughed furiously.

"Open," The Garden of the Moon Red. "And kneel, invader. This is my country."

Although the stepping in seemed slow, it was actually faster than the head of the ghost clan.

The palm bottom with the five fingers open is slammed straight into the armor, crushing it in an instant.

A shockwave of more than one blow of the machete occurred, and a back-length opponent more than twice Mr. Mutsuki blew up like a leaf of a tree.

"You guys are strong, so I'll leave you to it."

"Um, Mr. Mutsuki, now..."

"My artifact is" Lunar Red Garden. "The effect is simple. Increase all stats of my enemies within range except Mastery to me."

"Become... it's not unscrupulous, is it!?

"It's the earth itself, so it's got a range of effects. But at least in my territory, the stronger they are, and the more they are, the more I can't lose."

The tone I assure you is such that you are merely stating the facts.

Mr. Mutsuki sounded his neck annoyingly and once again looked at the ghost army.

He spins his words slowly toward the herd, apparently frightened.

"You guys are strong. With that power, we would be able to defend our territory adequately. If that doesn't satisfy you...... how strong we are, just like the elders stretching out there, are we going to taste it as much as we hate it?

No one responds to words.

At that point, it was clear that victory and defeat had been completely decided.