79 21st Statement: Intrusion 2 (2/2)

Watching Monica writhe in pleasure as her blood is sucked makes me feel like a vampire.

I'm a little lost, but there's no point in hiding my rebellion when I've already bitten Monica.

The time is running out. Given her personality, I wouldn't be surprised if Senri came after me soon. The situation is getting tighter.

Well, at worst, if I fail, I can just drop everything and run away. There will still be emotional pain, but that's life for life. As long as Senri and I survive, that's all that matters. It's your first time and you don't have to worry about failing. Let's just take it easy. Let's have fun interrogating her.

I sank the tip of my fang a few millimeters into Monica's neck and whispered plainly.

”Monica, tell me the weaknesses of the Demon Lord Rainer as you see them.

”Oh ...... haha, haha ............ eh ......?

The convulsions stopped for a moment. The twitching stops for a moment, and a dumbfounded voice rises. Apparently, Monica's soul had not yet succumbed.

Good. Very good. Otherwise it's not worth it. It's still a long night, and if it's morning and I'm in a coffin with no light, I'm invincible.

I'll just be careful not to die. Let's talk slowly.

So I came up with a very interesting game. As I rubbed her soft skin, I said to Monica, who was shivering in a way that was different from pleasure.

I'm not a demon, and I won't ...... bite you while you're talking to me. That's an exceptional response for someone who was dragged in by vampires. And I'm not going to kill you. I'm still a man of my word, so you can trust me.

§§.

Monica's mouth was very tight. I had to bite her belly, chest and thighs fondly to get information.

Eventually, as I scratched my algae in a way I'd never felt before, tossed about by the intense pleasure, Monica told me.

The Demon Lord Rynell. The king of the lion dragons.

His true identity is a mixture of a lion monster and a dragon.

There is a race of sub-humans known to be the strongest of the dragon bloodline, the Dragonut, and Lynel is the hexenbiest version of them. It is impossible for a dragon to mingle with a magical beast, so it is a miraculous existence.

His extraordinary size is due to his dragon blood. Its golden fur surpassed the flesh of cannibals, and its claws could cut through castle walls like paper. His physical strength surpasses even that of the dragon species, and he is said to be unable to use his breath, which is one of the threats of dragons, but we don't know how true that is.

It seems that the only person in the Demon King's army who can hurt Lynell is the number two, the Cannibal.

If Monica's words, spoken in a half-conscious state, were true, then unlike vampires, Lynel had no obvious weaknesses. In order to destroy the Demon Lord, they would have to either outperform him in pure performance or set him up with a trick.

However, what was more interesting was not the strength of Lynell, but the fact that the Demon Lord was classified as a pure creature, not a demon.

For example, Monica, a demon, is a demon. Therefore, she is vulnerable to silver and holy water. Oliver, the werewolf, is also demonic, and of course I, the undead, am demonic.

The term ”demonic” is a general term for cursed beings that belong to the darkness ...... and have a weakness for silver.

I'm sure there are many other definitions, but I don't want to get into the academic details right now. What is important is that Lynel is a mere creature and can be armed with holy silver.

I, Oliver, and Monica are not good with silver, so we basically can't carry silver weapons. So what does this mean--.

I kept my promise. I finished my story and sucked Monica's blood to the limit, but the rank mutation did not occur.

If the rank mutation had occurred and I had gotten the vampire ability, I might have been able to fight Lynel head on, but no matter. He would have to play with the cards he had.

I got up from the coffin and got some fresh air for the first time in a while. It seems that I was concentrating too much on sucking blood, and the crimson light was shining through the window.

It's ...... evening. A little early for a vampire, but not bad.

Inside the coffin, Monica, clad in tattered clothes, sleeps as if she were dead.

Perhaps realizing that I was awake, Oliver moved quickly in front of me and plopped down. With a reverent hand, he offers me the clothes I picked out yesterday.

I wondered if Oliver had been watching me the whole time.

”Oh, good morning, sir. Here are your clothes, Master End.

I accept the clothes with dismay. Well, I don't mind being respected, but Oliver is in awe of vampires, not me. I don't trust him.

Now, I need to do what I have to do before I meet up with Senri.

I already knew my first target.