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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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“Oh my…”
On Peltir Hill, Demelie let out a groan that was almost a scream.
Her back hurt.
Her neck hurt.
Her wrists hurt…
She wasn’t old enough to worry about her joints yet, but she hadn’t expected to work through the night even after coming here.
There is no map here indicating the location of Lepista’s Wand.
That map is currently in Jekkiel’s possession, and he is at Bala Hill.
If you threaten the harpies located on Peltir Hill, half of the map will be destroyed in one way or another.
Choose wisely.
She had written as many detailed clauses as possible to guarantee the lives of the harpies.
Before she knew it, time had flown by as she was writing.
The day was almost over, and because of this, Tegaru’s tension had reached its peak.
‘Is this really going to be okay?’
Tegaru had readily joined the plan, convinced by Jekkiel’s gaze and tone, trusting him.
However, anxiety also repeatedly disturbed his mind.
While he hadn’t lost faith in Jekkiel, he knew all too well that the dragon folk were no ordinary opponents.
What if they completely ignored these conditions and just acted?
While most of his worries were along these lines, there was only one thing he could do.
He could Just hope that their desire for the map was extremely desperate.
‘Even if that’s true.’
This time, he was worried about Jekkiel’s condition.
He had deliberately provoked the dragons to protect the harpies, casually using words like “lizard” in front of the dragons who had plotted this.
Anger tends to increase fighting spirit, and dealing with dragons with heightened fighting spirit might be quite challenging, even for Lord Jekkiel.
He might really not be safe.
But…
“Yawn… I’m dying of sleepiness…”
“Excuse me, you said you were Lord Jekkiel’s secretary?”
Tegaru’s gaze turned subtly towards Demelie.
Her face was full of serenity, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Seeing her yawn so lazily, it really seemed that way.
“Yes. I’m his secretary. Another name is slave…”
“Aren’t you worried at all?”
“Why should I worry? Me?”
Is she a secretary with low loyalty?
Tegaru tilted his head, but Demelie had her own reasons for thinking this way.
‘Why should I worry about Lord Jekkiel?’
Apart from the intensity of the work, Demelie’s body and mind were already sufficiently trained towards Jekkiel.
Occasionally, very occasionally, when work was too hard, she might strangely hope for Lord Jekkiel to get sick, but sadly, such a thing wouldn’t happen today either.
Ah.
So sleepy.
Demelie stretched, pressing both palms firmly against her eyes.
“Rather, I’m worried about those dragon bastards.”
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‘W-what should we do?’
A giant bat wing was flying in from far away.
All the subordinate could do was ask Caligos.
“W-w-what should we do, Lord Caligos!”
What do you mean, what should we do?
Caligos’s answer came quickly, as if asking why such a question was even being asked.
“Of course we have to shoot it down! That’s a vampire, isn’t it!”
“Y-yes, sir!”
Caligos and his subordinates quickly found their positions.
They stared at the rapidly approaching figure from the front.
If nothing else, it was clear as day that Lord Malygos would be angry later if that thing landed on this hill.
Fortunately, dragons were the race that welcomed aerial combat the most in the demon realm.
They spread their wings beautifully and took to the sky in unison.
‘Jekkiel.’
Caligos also easily read the identity of the approaching vampire.
They say existence alone is a calling card, and that expression suddenly seemed fitting.
“Even if he has a high birth, it’s just an empty name now. Don’t be afraid at all and intercept calmly!”
Caligos shouted, trying to maintain his composure.
At the same time, he gathered hot energy in his stomach.
The ability to spew and handle flames at will, this was the power of the Red Dragon.
If he was intercepted in the air, the damage would be considerable.
As he gathered the blazing energy in his mouth and looked around,
‘Huh?’
The other subordinates weren’t following Caligos’s simple orders at all.
They were just stuck in the air as if nailed there.
They’re scared.
“You fools! What would Lord Malygos think!”
Malygos.
At that name, the frozen subordinates suddenly came to their senses.
That much couldn’t be allowed.
Defying Lord Malygos…
Whoosh—!
Fireballs flew simultaneously from the mouths of the dragons.
Though simply spat out, their power surpassed most fire magic of human mages.
That’s why it was called power.
However.
Jekkiel’s wing beats were leisurely.
Rather, he increased his speed.
That would make him collide with the fireballs even faster.
He was confident.
Confident that he could withstand taking the fireballs head-on with his whole body and remain unscathed.
Bang bang bang—!
The dragons swallowed dry saliva as they watched the scene of him colliding with the fireballs.
Smoke rose thickly in the air.
They hoped he wasn’t safe.
No, he couldn’t be.
The smoke rose more than they had imagined, and Jekkiel’s figure breaking through it was not yet observed.
Whew.
Caligos, watching the scene, took a breath.
The playful atmosphere from when they were standing guard had completely disappeared, and he opened his mouth again in a serious tone.
“Listen carefully, everyone.”
The other subordinates listened intently to Caligos’s words.
Only after confirming this atmosphere did Caligos part his lips again.
“As you’ve seen, even if someone has the birth of a top-tier entity, there’s nothing we can’t do if we unite as one. We must never forget that we are the proud dragon folk. There must never again be a situation where we become scared like earlier!”
The subordinates nodded their heads vigorously.
Determination had settled on their faces, which had somehow become hopeful.
Caligos continued, gaining even more strength.
“Lord Malygos… no, perhaps even Lord Regita might be proud of us. So we must always do our best!”
Everyone nodded vigorously once again.
It didn’t take much time for their morale to reach its peak.
“Lord Caligos.”
“What?”
“But he’s suspiciously weak. Was he already in poor condition?”
“Hmm.”
The subordinate’s words made a lot of sense.
Of course, if one’s wings were directly hit by fireballs while flying, it would naturally be fatal.
But wasn’t the opponent a top-tier entity born as a vampire lord?
There were several possibilities to consider.
They had heard there was a collision with Lord Malygos, so he might have already been seriously injured in that process.
“Ugh!”
“Aah!”
If not that, then perhaps in the process of satisfying the Demon King to give up the seat of Sin, he had given up several of his powers.
“Caligos.”
If one had to choose the more likely one, it was obviously the latter.
There’s nothing as lowly as a top-tier entity that has lost its powers.
If there’s no top-tier power in the first place, it’s hard to even classify them as a top-tier entity.
“Caligos.”
Who was this impudent fellow speaking informally while he was seriously pondering?
He had mentioned Lord Malygos and Lord Regita’s names, and talked about the birth of the dragon folk to boost morale, but that didn’t mean they could speak informally.
The Red Dragon’s head turned irritably to the side—
“Huh?”
Simultaneously, Caligos’s eyes widened.
“‘Huh’ is informal.”
“What?”
What he saw right in front of his nose was a long body not at all inferior to the body length of the dragon folk—
Slap—!
The intense pain felt on his cheek.
Feeling an intense pain as if his neck might break, Caligos’s body was shot towards the ground of Bala Hill at a speed three times faster than when he had taken off.
Crash—!
He went through a roof on the way.
Unfortunately, the roof couldn’t withstand Caligos’s body and collapsed.
Below the roof, the bespectacled dragons—mostly Blue Dragons—who had been compiling the information gathered at Bala Hill, blinked their eyes.
Once.
Twice.
They blinked, completely dumbfounded.
No matter how you looked at it, the one embedded in the floor was none other than Lord Caligos…
Another figure descended through the broken roof.
The giant bat wings folded without a trace, and the overwhelming presence that could be felt just from his existence was flaunting that he was a top-tier entity.
“Oh.”
He tilted his head slightly and uttered that, but there was no hint of confusion in his tone.
Rather, it was closer to an exclamation of finding something pleasant.
The man slowly put his hands behind his back and then,
“There are a lot of Demelies here.”
He seemed extremely satisfied.
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[FIGHT FIGHT Poor demelie tho lmao she needs a break]
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