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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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One person.
Charlotte could think of only one person.
But how could she bring him here?
Such trivial thoughts filled her mind.
She knew she had to summon Adrian, but she had no idea where to find him.
Just then—
A sharp voice pierced through the commotion, startling Charlotte.
“What’s going on here?”
The very person Charlotte had been thinking of, Adrian, was suddenly there.
Despite the chaotic scene, he appeared remarkably composed.
Before Charlotte could explain the situation, Adrian seemed to grasp it effortlessly.
He tilted his head, first to one side, then the other, surveying the scene.
“Troublesome.”
He muttered.
No one had asked him for help, nor had they reported the situation.
Yet, he began walking towards the barriered building, his back appearing unusually broad.
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I surveyed the building’s interior.
Using my vampire vision, I quickly detected demonic energy.
I was slightly taken aback.
Never before had I sensed such a strong demonic presence within the academy.
“Hmm.”
Undeterred, I entered the building.
A barrier separating demons and humans was in place, but as a demon myself, it posed little obstacle.
I could simply claim later that I had deactivated the barrier.
A terrified voice echoed from somewhere within.
I naturally headed towards the sound.
Following the corridor, I came across a restroom.
It seemed to be the safest place in the building.
Students huddled together, their faces etched with fear.
“W-who are you?”
Someone seemed relieved to see my academy uniform.
But I was preoccupied, scanning the building.
‘This barrier… I’ve never encountered anything like it.’
It was unsettling, even irritating.
It wasn’t the work of the Dragonkin, the Lamia, nor the vampires.
“Professor! Professor! Help us!”
“The quieter you are, the higher your chances of survival.”
My words silenced the students, who had been clamoring for help.
I examined them closely.
If any were tainted by demonic energy, I needed to act swiftly.
Fortunately, none showed signs of corruption.
The demons’ objective wasn’t simply to harm humans.
“Is this everyone?”
“I think so. I haven’t seen anyone else.”
I closed the restroom door and erected a barrier around it, a failsafe for teleportation if anything went wrong.
Then, I slowly ascended the stairs.
“What are they up to?”
Closing my eyes, I focused, attuning myself to the demonic energy.
My body, having spent far more time in the demon realm, surely held the answers.
It was a natural progression.
“Haa…”
I inhaled deeply, embracing the ominous energy.
The mana carried information, revealing the demons’ identity.
I soon recognized them.
The Wulfen.
A group I hadn’t encountered before.
I was certain.
They possessed human forms, but with the tails and ears of wolves.
Among the demon realm’s inhabitants, they were known for their brutality.
It didn’t take long to acclimate to their unsettling energy.
They were gathered on the upper floor, motionless, as if waiting.
As if inviting me to join them.
Suppressing my presence, yet undeterred, I climbed the stairs.
I soon found them.
They had transformed the entire floor into a makeshift meeting hall.
“Hmm.”
A Wulfen woman, dressed in a suit, sat on a sofa in the lobby, smoking.
She was a demon.
My body reacted with a strange mixture of familiarity and revulsion.
I frowned.
I approached her.
Other Wulfen, similarly attired, surrounded me.
I spoke first.
“What business do you have at the academy?”
“…”
She exhaled, extinguishing her cigarette on the floor.
Up close, I recognized her.
Dex, the leader of the Wulfen.
“I won’t ask twice.”
She chuckled, but her eyes remained sharp, fixed on me.
“We came to see you. Jekkiel, Sin of Pride.”
“I’m no longer the Sin of Pride.”
“Right. Then let’s pretend the Sin of Pride never existed.”
Her tone was higher than expected, grating on my nerves.
It was like a child taunting me.
The demonic energy I had absorbed was making me irritable.
I almost drew Thanatos, ready for combat, but the image of the terrified students in the restroom stayed my hand.
“You made a weapon for Regita, didn’t you?”
She lit another cigarette.
mkmI remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
“The Wulfen need a decent weapon as well. It would be wonderful if you could craft one for our boss.”
“I refuse.”
“You refuse?”
She inhaled deeply, the cigarette vanishing in a single puff.
“Those who refuse our requests… all end up dead.”
She drew a pistol.
It resembled a pistol, but it was far more than a simple weapon.
It held demonic bullets.
“Then you’ll have to die, Jekkiel.”
She aimed the pistol at me, the tip glowing with an ominous red aura.
That was all she managed.
I unleashed my mana.
The demonic energy at the tip of her pistol came under my control.
I scattered it, then gathered it before me.
I didn’t need a pistol.
I could shape my own mana into demonic bullets.
“What… what are you doing? Die, Jekkiel!”
The moment she pulled the trigger—
Bang—!
A demonic bullet shot forth.
But it was mine.
It struck her shoulder, blood splattering.
“Ugh!”
She stumbled back, rising from the sofa, disbelief etched on her face.
“You bastard!”
This time, the others drew their pistols as well.
But the mana in this space was already under my control.
Their demonic bullets, instead of harming me, coalesced in the air, becoming my weapons.
“What… what’s happening?”
Confused murmurs rippled through the Wulfen.
It wasn’t easy.
The process drained my life force, but the demonic energy they had infused into the space replenished me.
“Shoot! Shoot him until he’s dead!”
Unable to accept the situation, they continued firing, and I continued absorbing their bullets, reshaping them into my own.
By the time I had formed twelve bullets, defeat clouded their faces.
They finally realized that demonic bullets were useless against me.
I aimed the twelve bullets, one at each Wulfen, targeting their foreheads.
“Pathetic fools.”
I fired.
Thud!
The bullets found their marks with perfect precision.
I watched as they collapsed, one by one.
“You’re not lacking weapons. You’re simply lacking skill.”
I deliberately aimed for the stomach of the leader, the one who had been smoking.
While the others died instantly, she remained conscious, clutching her wound.
“Beg for your life, you piece of trash.”
“Ugh… ugh…”
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with disbelief and pain.
I pressed my boot against her wound.
“Aaargh!”
She screamed in agony.
I removed my foot and spoke.
“Deactivate the barrier. Now.”
I stared down at her, my face impassive.
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[No wolf dommie mommie? waste of life….]
