I took a step towards the guy who muttered in a soft voice and answered.

“It’s f*cking shit, a bat that’s not even worth hunting.”

The guy who appeared from beyond the collapsed wall had a parasitic brother-like appearance and was wearing a noble cape.

The guy’s eyes frowned as he held a wine glass filled with dark red, viscous liquid in one hand.

“… You are the vampire who turned the paladins into immortals.”

After me, Saint Clare said to the guy with confidence.

“Hmm, it looks like at least one eye is fine. Seeing that I recognized the master of the undead. Of course, if you see me treated as a vampire or something, you won’t be able to use the other eye.”

“I hadn’t noticed that neither dogs nor vampires had a breed. Do you have a knack for driving sheep well or picking up a thrown ball well?”

“Are you saying that there is no inspiration from seeing the miracle of immortality on all of you? Apparently, the strange thing was not the eyes, but this side.”

Plump. Count Paula sneered, tapping his head. It was just a trivial provocation that meant nothing to Saint Claire and me.

“Like a poor soul with no manners, no dignity, no discernment. Rest assured though, I am sure that all deserve blessings, unlike you lords who only care for the elect… .”

I interrupted the guy who started talking wildly by himself and refuted his stupid logic.

“Certain manners, drunk with dark magic, turned all the people in his territory into ghouls, and was afraid of the sunlight, so he put blackout curtains around the lord’s castle. If this is your point of view, the level is almost the level of the royal family, who has been a trainee maid in my house for 3 years.”

“If you try to explain me without any logic, you won’t know that only you will become ugly… .”

“It seems like they want to give meaning to courtesy and dignity in order to forget the days of the wretch Confucius of the Paula family, but since the contents are the same, there is no difference. Isn’t that right, Count Bryne Paula?”

Hearing his old name, his eyes narrowed in an instant.

“… Yes, how does he know that name?”

“Ah mistake. The grunt Count Paula is more familiar to you, right?”

“This child… !!”

As expected, this expression seemed to be the most effective to stimulate him, and the wine glass he was holding was thrown at me.

Anticipating it, I slashed it with a broadsword and slammed it into one wall of the room.

The glass shattered with a clang, and thick liquid flowed down the wall.

“I can’t tolerate any more baseless insult than this… .”

“If you’re a pig vampire, shouldn’t you eat sausage made from pig blood? I don’t know why they turn careless humans into ghouls.”

“Kiyaaa!”

As if not to put up with my insults any longer, the enraged vampire rushed at me with a well-behaved cry.

The figure of the guy flying away ugly with both hands raised was, as expected, far from graceful.

It was expected that he would rush to a simple provocation, so of course he was prepared to respond.

The former swine savage vampire who was once called the Count of Grunt stopped moving once after being hit by my explosion magic.

Immediately after, Jordi’s sword pierced the boy’s left shoulder blade.

“Gyaaah!!”

The guy who grabbed his tattered arm hurriedly opened the distance, and the wound, which had been a fairly serious injury, regenerated in an instant.

After all, he wasn’t an annoying guy to deal with without any plans.

In order to finish him off, Saint Clare’s help was essential.

Or, stabbing a weak point in a slightly different way.

“… Hmm, it seems I was a little careless.”

“yes? It’s pretty fast for a pig.”

“Don’t think you’ll fall for the same provocation twice, stupid thing.”

“You seem to have a good memory like a pig.”

“Kyaaa!!”

He said he wouldn’t go over the same provocation twice, so I cut off the nails of the guy who went over nicely with a broadsword.

At the same time, Jordy’s sword strikes once again.

This time, it wasn’t an attack that inflicted halfway wounds, but a blow that definitely severed a part of the arm.

It was an attack that slightly severed the top of the left wrist, but it must have been fatal enough for a guy whose main weapons were teeth and nails.

“Gyaaagh!”

The moment he tried to pick up his fallen wrist, my explosive magic hit him.

Since it was an attack that did not contain divine power, it did little damage, but it had enough impact to snatch the wrist of the fallen guy on the floor.

Pointing to the left wrist of the vampire that flew at our feet, I said to Saint Clare.

“Saintess, purification!”

“Yeah!”

Taking out the silver sword she was carrying in her arms, she deeply stabbed the vampire on the floor.

As if we could feel the pain even in the parts that had fallen off the body, Count Paula’s annoying screams pierced our ears.

“Quaaagh!!”

The vampire’s wrist, which had been pierced by Saint Claire’s silver sword, struggled a little, but soon the part where the blade touched it slowly rotted away and turned pale.

In the place where the body parts of the guy used to be, only something that had become charred ashes, as if it had been burned by sunlight, remained.

The vampire, who had completely lost one of his wrists, reacted violently with swear words.

“This, these f*cking bastards!!!”

It was the death knell of a guy who had been dealt a significant blow for the first time.

If the fight continued like this for a long time, there would be no problem in dealing with him, but the problem was that he could not be dealt with by taking a long time.

Even downstairs right now, Captain Douglas and the rest of the Paladins should be fighting the Undead in full swing.

The fact that we waited unnecessarily for a long time meant that the chances of coming out as victims also increased, and it was necessary to exploit his weak points in order to win the game as quickly as possible.

And vampires have the most obvious weakness that has been passed down from all ages and places.

flame. compression. flame. compression.

The compression explosion magic created once again flew towards the guy who was swearing.

And as if mocking the magic, his body leaned to the left to avoid the sphere of flame.

“You’re slow!”

The guy I thought had only dodged my attack spat out a sneer without getting tired.

“You fool! If you thought I’d be right for that kind of nonsensical magic, that stupid… .”

Wow Jangchang! Along with the sound, the windows behind him shattered all at once.

In addition, black blackout curtains covering the windows and part of the wall had collapsed.

And the light that leaks in.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and hit his body.

“Ouch! This, this damn bastard… !!”

Even though it is a land contaminated by dark magic, that gloomy curtain couldn’t cover the sky.

The shattered window and the sunlight shining through the wall twisted his body as if in agony.

“This, insignificant piece of garbage!! F*cking mortals!!”

Me and Jordy blocked the guy who lost his temper and ran towards me.

My broadsword blocked the left hand of the guy with only the right hand, and Jordi’s sword went wide open and went inside the guy’s mouth, clamping his jaw so that he couldn’t close his teeth.

Two swords ahead. Intense sunlight in the back.

Saint Clare began to recite a prayer in front of the guy who had become stranded.

“… The servant begs for one mercy from the sun god, who has given touch to all life.”

“Khehehe!!”

“Give me a blade of light to pierce the heart of the wicked soul who denies the sun.”

With those words, the silver sword that Saint Clare was holding was illuminated by sunlight.

“To this grace, I will offer all the prayers I have offered for the past week.”

After her last words, the silver sword she was holding rose to a dazzling brilliance.

Saint Clare accurately stabbed the vampire’s back with the silver sword forged with light.

“Keee… !!!”

His body, which had been burning little by little in the sunlight, burned much faster around the part where the silver sword was embedded.

Eventually, when his body turned to ashes and was scattered to such an extent that he couldn’t even breathe out a small death sentence, the dark magic that was thickly spread over the lord’s castle gradually disappeared.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

The battle in the forgotten village, no, the former Countess of Paula, is over.

Although it could not be said that the process was smooth, at least it was a certain result that it was handled much more easily than the result in the previous life.

That’s also true, because in his previous life, not only did the Eurem Holy Knights get wiped out, but all of those corpses became ghouls and became servants of the damned vampires.

Having been able to kill this vampire, who had been a rather tricky foe in his previous lifetime, had already half-completed his reason for participating in the purification work.

When I finished and returned outside the lord’s castle, the situation outside was already over.

The corpses of the Undead, who appeared to have fallen from being cut here and there by the sword, and the members of the Eurem Holy Knights who were still alive.

It seemed that each of them received large and small wounds, but the non-Undead members seemed to have succeeded in enduring them.

Including Captain Douglas, who endured the first attack by the Undead.

As if there had been a fairly intense battle, there were traces of blood and scratches on all the Paladins’ swords and armor.

The undead who took refuge in vampires belonging to the Dark Church due to a mistaken judgment at one time became dismembered corpses and their shapes were unrecognizable.

It didn’t look very nice to look at, so I quietly covered Saint Clare’s eyes coming out from behind.

“If possible, don’t look at the bottom, Saint Claire.”

“… I’m at an age where I know everything, so you don’t have to be considerate.”

“But that doesn’t mean you have to see what you can’t see. Life is too short to live only looking at the beautiful.”

“Then you just have to keep looking at Mr. Conrad’s face until you leave town.”

Saying that, she removed my hand from covering her eyes, and Saint Clare’s eyes immediately met mine.

For some reason, it was a little burdensome to look directly into those eyes, so I turned my head and told Captain Douglas.

“The vampire was killed by Saint Claire here. Sir Jordi and I are witnesses.”

Captain Douglas looked at Saint Clare and me once, then shook his head slowly and answered.

“… Do you even need a witness? After hearing the second explosion from the top of the lord’s castle, the Undead began to fall to the ground all at once, as if in agony, so everyone probably knows who played a more decisive role.”

“However, the final touches were not made by me, but by Saint Claire.”

“But I could have done it because you were there. I am not stupid either.”

If I had to question it, it was right, so I didn’t deny it anymore.

After all, what we had to do now was not to determine who contributed to what extent in the eradication of vampires.

Healing the fallen paladins in the order of fatal injuries, putting them on the wagon as soon as possible, returning them to the Rosehill borough, and hospitalizing them in the intensive care unit.

The direct threat was gone, but there was no time to relax.

It was because all the battles ended up being settled after the battle.