“Both of them are undead Dragon Lords, it’s hard to say if they are truly dead.”
The girl lifted her head for the first time and looked straight at him. There was a glimmer in her different colored eyes, filled with curiosity, joy and the urge to fight.
“Between the vampire and me, who do you think is stronger?”
He replied to the question he was expecting with a prepared answer.
“Of course it’s you.”
“Is that so…”
She seemed to lost interest and stared at the toy again.
He sighed in relief.
“What a pity, I thought I had a chance to taste defeat.”
As he listened to the mumble of the girl, he wondered: Who would win if the two of them really fought?
He fought the girl and the vampire before. While the vampire felt stronger, but there was no way the vampire could win against ‘Certain Death’.
Their equipment was on a different scale.
That vampire seemed to be unarmed, which was the weak point of powerful monsters. They were too confident of their strength, so they don’t wear powerful gear.
On the other hand, the girl was equipped with the relics of the Six Gods, so he judged her to be stronger. What if both sides had equipment of the same level?
Impossible.
He dismissed the question immediately. It was impossible to find and obtain equipment that could rival the girl’s godly equipment.
But what if the vampire found it?
In that case… Maybe the strongest undefeated special seat of the Slane Theocracy will know failure. And it would be the time to despair with the defeat of the guardian of mankind.
No, why does he need to assume the girl will fight alone?
He wasn’t at her level, but he was an awakened ‘God-kin’ and had many items at their disposal. If they use these items, they could defeat that vampire if there was only one. There was no way for so many undead that strong to exist.
He heard laughing while lost in thought, and looked at the source with a frown.
“Let’s talk about something else, when are you getting married?”
This was an undetermined agenda that surfaced during the earlier meeting. She meant when he was going to get a girlfriend— to put it nicely, a wife, to say it nastily, a tool to make babies.
“There’s no one yet.”
“Well, you are still young.”
When the Black Scripture members went on mission, they would wear magical masks to conjure a fake face.
By the laws dictated by their God, someone over the age of twenty will be considered an adult in Slane Theocracy. He was a lot younger than twenty when he took off his mask.
“After the marriage, your partner will be detained within the Theocracy… but don’t worry, she can still raise a child.”
“I know that, I’m also a member of the Scripture.”
“That’s true. Ah, it would be better to tell your prospective wife that you need to marry multiple wives. There is no problem in the eyes of the law, but there are people who dislike polygamy despite being educated that way.”
With permission granted by the Theocracy, it was possible for a man to marry many wives. It was an archaic practice to protect the bloodline of the few powerful men in the past. But the norm was monogamy, with just a handful of successful application for polygamy a year. Even when successful, they were limited to just two wives.
“Thank you for your kind reminder, what about you… You don’t plan to get married?”
He asked because she was much older than she looked.
“Well, if there is a man who can defeat me, we could get married. Even if he is ugly and had a twisted personality… It doesn’t even matter if he is not human if that man could defeat me. How strong would our child be?”
The girl place her hand on her abdomen and smiled for the first time today. He was sure this answer meant the girl didn’t plan on ever marrying.
But how would things change if an existence that could defeat that vampire appears?
A sense of uneasiness clouded his heart.
Chapter 3 –
Army of Death
Chapter 3 Army of Death
Translator: Skythewood
Editors/Proofreaders: JcqC, Ferro, TaintedDream
Part 1
“Oh, I can see it.”
Zenberu who was seated at the very back of Rororo looked to the front and smiled.
They could see the tribe that was designated as the first to be destroyed several hundred metres ahead— Razor Tail Tribe. Their size was about the same as Green Claw, but the number of lizardmen was much larger. This was probably because lizardmen from the other tribes had also gathered here. They were in the preparation for battle phase and everyone seemed to be busy.
“What an irresistible atmosphere.”
Zenberu made loud breathing sound, smelling the taste in the air. It was a scent that made one hot blooded, but Crusch who probably hadn’t smelled something like this before thought differently.