52 The 22nd, the ku-tsu-tsu. (1/2)

Come on, get a move on!　You idiot!　I just got hit in the center with a needle. You idiot!　Fill the wound!

”G......, ......, ......, .......

In bed, I desperately exert my entire body. Slowly, little by little, the numbness began to dissipate.

I crawl under the bed and try to get up on my hands.

What was driving me now was anger. Anger at Senri.

He said he'd give me blood, but that was such a terrible lie. Even if there was a reason, it was unforgivable.

It had been almost ten days since the last time he had taken blood from me, and I had been thinking that I was about to run out, so I hadn't doubted him at all.

I was so happy, but it's terrible. ...... I'm going to get you for this later. I'll never let my guard down again.

I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

But you're still insane. You have talent. It's not the kind of skill that can be recovered in such a short time. If only you didn't have such a weak mind, you could have been the strongest king. ......

Then don't tell me to bury it.

You're a really annoying load for a phantom. I think he's more outspoken than the real thing.

In the first place, I'm not aiming to be the strongest king. I'm aiming for the undefeated king.

Even as I do this, the negativity in me continues to grow. It seems that my power is slowly increasing even without killing creatures or sucking blood.

I don't know if this is common for the undead, but from the way Lord talks about it, I guess I have the gift of the dead. What an irony that I have such a talent for survival at all costs.

Senri bit into my neck and made a deep, thin hole in me. A hole that went all the way to the center. The damage is slowly filling in.

But it's a really bad move. If it had been a punch or an attack, it would have made more sense, but it was done while he was examining the bite point on Senri's neck. It's awful .............

I'm not sure what to make of that.　How could you survive to that age with such a body? ......

Lord says with a quizzical expression. I'm not sure what to make of that.

I let the words sink in, and with all my strength, I stood up, putting my hands on the soft bed.

I'm here because I'm dead. ...... Oh, I'm starting to feel a little better.

I'm wobbly. I still have some numbness in my fingertips, but I think I can manage.

But why in the world did Senri put me in such a bad situation? We were supposed to move into the house my father had prepared for us today.

If she betrayed me, I don't understand why she just paralyzed me and left. It would have been easier for Senri to finish me off than to twist the hand of a baby.

I have to go after Senri at ............. I have a bad feeling about this. It's not perfect, but I'll recover on foot. The road disappeared before I knew it.

Given the circumstances, I think Senri wanted to stop me from moving to my dad's house. I'd have to ask her why, but it's possible that she went to check if there were any ...... traps. It is also possible that his father said something to Senri.

The Senri I've seen so far had a spirit of self-sacrifice.

But while I'm willing to do whatever it takes to survive, I'm not willing to put that burden on her alone.

The machete--the Blood Ruler--was at .......

You look around the room and find the machete propped up against the wall. As I picked it up with my still numb hands, a black object suddenly flew through the window.

The void in my consciousness was exploited. Above all, I could barely feel it.

Broken glass. My whole body was flung away by the thing that flew in. The Light Eater leaves my hand and rolls across the floor.

My vision shakes violently. I bounce several times on the floor, slam into the wall, and roll. I held up my numb hand, ignored the dull pain, and raised my head.

What jumped out at me was a black dog, a beast about a meter and a half tall. Of course, I didn't recognize it.

Its golden eyes glittered in the darkness.

My instincts told me. It wasn't just any beast. It's like a ...... monster dog.

Why are you doing this to me ...... when all I want to do is live?

Not just demon knights and vampire hunters, but dogs as well.

No, ...... no!　This smell, somewhere...

While thinking, I scolded my arm for not moving properly yet, and reached for the ”light eater” that fell to the floor. However, before my fingertips could touch the handle, the black dog flicked it away with its paw. Then a thick paw stepped through the back of my hand. I can feel the flesh crushing and the bones breaking.

Forcibly, ignoring the shredded flesh, I pulled my arm out and rolled over to stand up.

By this time, the crushed bones in my hand had healed and the pain had subsided.

Unfortunately, tonight is the full moon, the time when the night family is at its strongest. The power I can exert is beyond my usual ability.

A black dog jumps at me. It stands on its large hind legs and slams its bristly right paw down. I slumped down to catch it as it fell from above.

”......?

I gasped at the result, which was different from what I had imagined.

Your legs sink into the floor and your body screams.

You cringe and resist the force that tries to crush you from above.

It's a tremendous force. It's not just the power of a beast, though my body is annihilated. It overwhelmingly surpasses every hexenbiest I've ever faced. I'm not sure what to make of it.

I'm not a fan of ......!

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, but I'm going to have to. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. The left front paw, with its clawed end, attacks from above at an angle. I stepped back in panic, but the tip of the claw snatched my body.

Blood splattered, I was flung backwards by the tremendous force and slammed against the wall. The wound heals quickly, but this thing--

The black dog kicks the floor, its huge jaws and gleaming tongue closing in. Its mouth is full of sharpened fangs. A vampire's body is much tougher than a human's, but if you take it unprotected, it will bite you off.

He rolled to the side to avoid the bite. The jaws slam into the wall, making a huge hole. The unavoidable paw makes a hole in my body as deep as the number of its claws.

Shit. .......

Biting down on the pain, I move my legs and kick the thing hard in the torso. But the blow, which could have broken several bones in an ordinary creature, did not give the beast any itch.

Strong. He uses his ”claws” to change the claws on both hands. He rolled around to avoid a series of paws slamming down on him, and used his knife-sharp claws to thrust into the fur.

There was a response. But it's a hard response. My knuckles snap.

The claws that had pierced so many beasts were broken in half. What-- what hair! His back slammed into the wall as he tried to back away from the counterattack. A glinting claw falls from above.

I think. It's a problem that I let go of my machete, but it's even worse that I'm fighting in such a small space.