134 3rd Statement: Your seed 3 (1/2)

I'm not sure I've ever seen a time like this before. ......

As he walked through the desolate city, Oliver Albor let out a small sigh.

Even though the sun is still up, there are few people walking around the city.

It used to be that daytime was the time of the living, when the activities of the higher undead were greatly restricted. But all that has changed.

The defeat of the Knights of the End, the natural enemies of the undead, has changed the game. For those who lacked the ability to control blessings, even low-level undead who could move in the daytime were enough of a threat. Even more so if help was not forthcoming.

The demons and undead that were not under the Demon Lord's control, but had been quiet until now, were also becoming active, sensing the decline in defense capabilities.

Oliver, by nature, should have been on that side. When he was working as a member of Linel's army, he happily killed humans.

Not for food, but because that's what the wildness instilled in him as a werewolf wanted.

Even now, that instinct has not disappeared.

”..................

Oliver gave a small snort.

Human flesh is completely inconvenient when compared to werewolves. Oliver's curse makes him reasonably strong in human form, but even so, he is not as strong as he was after his transformation.

The werewolf curse has a disadvantage. There are some disadvantages to the werewolf curse, such as the fact that it inculcates wildness in the werewolf, and the fact that if the werewolf continues to transform for a long time, it will be consumed by the wildness and become a mere beast.

However, for Oliver, who was imbued with the curse by his third-ranked family members who were close to the king of beasts, these were disadvantages that could be overcome if he was careful.

When he had been a member of the power-dominated Linel army, he had taken werewolf form to almost the upper limit. But now, he spent most of his time in human form.

Maybe it was because I was thinking. Before I knew it, I was surrounded.

Three in the back, three in the front. Humans armed with poor quality swords and armor. From the sound of their footsteps and the way they cleared the air, I could tell that they had some experience in battle.

In other words, they are ...... small fry. In peacetime, he would not even be a mercenary. At best, he's a bandit.

I look up. Your eyes meet with one of the men who came before you.

He's a head taller than Oliver in human form.

Even though he was in the middle of the city, he had a large, well-worn curved sword at his waist, and his mouth formed a distorted smile.

The man stops a few meters away. Oliver stops as well. You can see the people following behind you quietly turn to the side.

It wasn't just the undead that had been galvanized by the collapse of order.

That movement, Oliver thought.

It's bandits, after all. With the Demon Lords becoming more active, most of the city has fallen short of its defenses.

Perhaps humans are foolish enough to be unconcerned with such an emergency situation.

The men were all dressed in dark costumes.

”Hey, old man. What are you doing out here all alone?　It's dangerous here, you don't know that. You don't know about the King of Heads, who rules this neighborhood.

”The King of Heads. ............

The man frowned quizzically for a moment at Oliver's muttering, but quickly nodded broadly.

The two men who had been flanking him spread out to the left and right in a natural movement.

”Ah, yes. The King of Heads. Most of the soldiers who defended the city are dead. Of course, the king isn't interested in this empty, desolate city, but some people are.

With an ostentatious motion, the man grasped the curved sword at his waist and held it at the ready. A dull glow reflected the sunlight. The others, who seemed to be his friends, each drew their swords.

Nonsense. It's too silly. It used to be that you didn't get attacked by people like this outside the city.

No, of course, that's because Oliver was the one doing the attacking.

”The King told us to do what we wanted. This black outfit is proof of that!　The more heads we take, the more the King will give us!

That's a ridiculous thought. The dead hate the living. You can't show mercy to a mere mortal, no matter what the reason.

Especially when it's a minor villain.

Oliver shifted his position, looked around at the men surrounding him, and sighed.

”The King of Heads.

More kings I've never heard of. There is no doubt that the people are outnumbered, but the Demon Lords are not monolithic either.

The power structure is changing too often. I wonder where the ”Head King” was hiding until the Knights of the End disappeared?

I can't believe that there are even people in human form who are willing to join the Demon King--there were none before, but these days there are far too many.

Endo Baron lamented the decline in the quality of vampires, but it seems that it is not only vampires that are declining.

You can't just look at the size of your opponent, the armament of your opponent, or the number of your opponent and decide to attack.

”............ is just being used. The undead can't show their strength under the sun. Not like me.

And then--Oliver transformed.

The lowly werewolf takes months to transform, but Oliver, the third, does not.

The King of Beasts has been destroyed. There are few werewolves left who can transform without the moon.

The men's faces, which had been twisted into a ghastly expression at the discovery of new, easy prey, were stunned by Oliver's instantaneous increase in size.

--They didn't swing their swords, scream, or run away, but went rigid. It's too big an opening for a monster.

I won't be rewarded, but I will be killed if I don't get its head.

What surpasses the wildness of a werewolf. It's fear.

Wolves form packs. Werewolves were created to be dominated.

They're not allowed to attack people unless the pack leader wants them to.

Blood blooms. With a single swing of the arm, three men fall to the ground, torn to pieces. Finally, a man lets out a scream that can't be described as a scream or a shout.

”I never thought this day would come.

The man raises his curved sword and steps in unhesitatingly.

Oliver let out another small sigh and pounced on him like a monster.

§ § § §

It's not going so well, is it?

An abandoned house, invaded by demons. I sighed as I sat in the basement of the mansion, which had been treated with curtains and pieces of wood to keep out the sunlight.

I sat down on the sofa I had brought in and shook my head to blow away the irritation I felt.