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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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“There’s been an attack?”
“…Yes.”
Christine’s head tilted to the side.
She had rushed back to the demon realm after hearing about a big incident, but the word “attack” that reached her ears made her feel that the situation was even more serious than she had initially thought.
An ominous feeling instantly welled up inside her.
“Artel. Is this information reliable?”
“Yes. It’s certain.”
“I’d like to hear the details.”
“Well… From the direction of Peltir Hill…”
Although Artel was also struggling to maintain her composure, she tried her best to remain calm as she began to explain the situation.
Peltir Hill was the highest terrain in the demon realm.
While it was high, it wasn’t a difficult place for demons to inhabit, so there were quite a few demons residing there.
Harpies were a prime example.
They lived in high terrain, gathering various information from the demon realm and accumulating wealth by selling it.
It was noteworthy that Peltir Hill was designated as a lawless area.
This was related to the harpies’ habit of disliking violence; they moved strictly based on intimacy and affection.
Therefore, they didn’t follow the laws of the demon realm that other demons typically adhered to, nor were they under anyone’s rule, living independently among themselves.
Wealth was merely a means for them to maintain their livelihood.
‘We have a friendly relationship with the harpy race.’
Vampires didn’t particularly like harpy blood, so they had no reason to feed on them, and harpies had no reason to hate vampires, who were quite gentlemanly and ladylike compared to other demons.
It was a naturally formed symbiotic relationship.
Thanks to this, the friendly relationship between vampires and Peltir Hill had been well maintained until now.
Very well.
“As you know, Christine, the harpies of Peltir Hill have maintained quite a friendly relationship with us, haven’t they?”
“Of course. We’ve helped each other rather than causing harm.”
“But it seems the dragon demon race has interfered this time. The sin of greed. Regita has begun to move.”
“The sin of greed…?”
“Yes. At first, they demanded information while offering their treasures.”
Christine shook her head at Artel’s words.
“But harpies are a race that acts based on affection and intimacy…”
“Yes, that’s right. So it seems the harpies of Peltir Hill thoroughly ignored that demand.”
“Hmm.”
“However, it’s said that Regita openly ordered an attack. As a result, the dragon demon race has effectively occupied Peltir Hill now.”
Christine’s head began to throb.
She pressed her fingers to her temples.
“There’s nothing more insulting to harpies than trying to dominate them by force. Why would they do such a thing…?”
“As for why they did such a thing… I haven’t heard that far…”
Artel made a troubled expression.
“Who brought this news? Are they here now?”
“Yes. They’re on the other side of the door.”
“Bring them in immediately.”
As Artel opened the door, a harpy with orange feathers immediately entered Christine’s quarters.
The harpy, with one wing severely injured, collapsed onto the floor as if falling.
“I’m Harpia from Peltir Hill! P-please help us!”
Christine, deep in thought, couldn’t provide an immediate answer.
Harpia pleaded again.
“Lepista’s wand…! They’re demanding the other half of the map showing the location of Lepista’s wand! At this rate, we’ll lose the map and continue to be dominated!”
“Lepista’s wand…”
Christine murmured that name after a long time.
‘Come to think of it, we had commissioned that map.’
She had been gradually forgetting about it.
When she first took office as the Sin of Pride, she had been interested in obtaining Lepista’s wand to establish her status.
However, Jekkiel had enhanced Christine’s status immensely, and consequently, her interest in Lepista’s wand had been gradually fading…
“What do you mean by ‘the other half of the map’?”
“Well… The map showing Lepista’s location consists of two pieces that need to be combined to function as a map. But one piece was stolen along the way.”
“Stolen?”
“Yes. We think that was also the work of the dragon demon race…”
Was that what the promise meant?
Did it mean he would freely interfere with everything except Christine?
Christine bit her lip.
“Of course we must help.”
Even though Peltir Hill was a lawless area, such an attack was unacceptable.
To maintain the position of Sin that Christine had gained with Jekkiel’s help, she would need a lot of information in the future, so helping in this matter was only natural.
However, Artel made a troubled expression.
“But it’s difficult to know how to help. If we confront them head-on, I’m worried we might just be giving the war-loving dragon demon race an excuse…”
“That’s true.”
Perhaps that was exactly what Regita truly desired.
She, who had inherited the blood of the Gold Dragon better than anyone, went crazy at the sight of treasures, a trait somewhat overlapping with vampires who were interested in adornments.
She was probably already burning with ambition to dominate the vampire race.
Artel was Christine’s personal secretary, so if she were to step in, she would have to do so with Christine, and as for sending Pertel, she was on a mission in the human world…
“Someone who doesn’t hold a high-ranking position, who can avoid direct confrontation, and who can also resolve the situation…”
“Christine, we don’t have such a person among your subordinates.”
“Hmm… I suppose you’re right.”
At that moment, Harpia cried out.
“Anyone will do! Please send anyone… We would be grateful for just that!”
“We wish we could send everyone, but…”
As they had discussed and worried about until now, the problem was that they needed to send someone without giving an excuse for direct confrontation.
If conflict between the vampire race and the dragon demon race were to explode, Peltir Hill would also face a dismal future.
“Even now, my friends are waiting for my return at Peltir Hill…! They believe I’ll bring back a vampire, anyone will do!”
“Ten minutes. Please wait in the bedroom for about ten minutes. You need to lie down comfortably first.”
“Please… please, I beg you! For the sake of our past relationship… please!”
Artel led the sobbing Harpia out of the room.
Another subordinate immediately took over and guided Harpia to the bedroom.
Heaving a deep sigh, Christine spoke with a serious expression.
“How about making a deal with Vivian?”
“Vivian?”
“Yes. I’ve heard that among the potions they deal with, there are some that can transform one’s appearance. If I disguise myself and go to help directly…”
“Christine! That’s absolutely not allowed!”
Artel shouted loudly.
“In the end, wouldn’t that mean Vivian would learn the truth about this incident? She’s someone who should never be trusted. A temporary deception will only lead to bigger problems later!”
“Yes… I know that…”
It was just that leaving the current situation as it was was too painful.
The harpies of Peltir Hill had been kind to them simply because they were vampires, providing information with extra generosity.
But now that such an incident had occurred, being unable to do anything was lamentable.
“There really isn’t a vampire who meets the conditions, is there?”
“No, there isn’t, Christine.”
Artel nodded and continued.
“Any vampire capable of resolving the situation would definitely hold a high position in the demon realm. Then we couldn’t avoid direct confrontation.”
“That’s right.”
“The opposite is also true. A vampire with a low position who could avoid direct confrontation wouldn’t have the ability to resolve the situation.”
“Then how do you think we should wisely resolve this situation, Artel?”
“I think we should try to coax and persuade the harpy side. Telling them to just turn a blind eye and provide information to the dragon demon race might be the best solution.”
“But that would strain our relationship with them…”
Christine bit her lip.
Even if their relationship with us becomes distant, isn’t it more important to ensure their survival first?
Knock knock—
At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
“Please wait a bit longer. We’re almost done talking!”
Artel shouted towards the door, but her shout was rendered futile as the door simply opened.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in the demon realm.”
And the one who appeared was a man with a perpetually tired look.
“…!”
“…?”
Complex expressions crossed the faces of Christine and Artel.
Come to think of it, they hadn’t even considered him.
A vampire who didn’t hold a high position in the demon realm but possessed outstanding abilities.
Jekkiel.
“How are you here now…?”
Christine asked.
He had seemed extremely busy with work in the human realm.
So they naturally hadn’t even thought about him…
“Did something happen?”
However, the man didn’t answer Christine’s question.
He just said this:
“It’s about time for something big to happen.”
“……?”
How did he know?
The faces of Christine and Artel tilted simultaneously.
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[Harpia the Harpy lmaoooooo]
