Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"As soon as I heard you came back, I rushed over from the territory to celebrate for you. Don't you want to express my gratitude?"

The blond vampire who holds the title of "Duke of Aludyaru" raises his glass from afar.

Wells looked at Valtola with a gaze that could freeze him, and said slowly.

"First of all, the Imperial House of Representatives is not a "political prison", and you, a guy who has escaped your own responsibility, is not qualified to judge that way.Second, I didn't invite you to my mansion, so you're trespassing, Vattola. "

"Don't be so serious, Wells. It's your seriousness that makes you work so hard..."

Valtola shook his head and said.

Marquis Zebrin directly interrupted Vattola's eloquence.

"When are you leaving? If you need it, I'll pay for the first class for you, and leave my territory quickly."

"Is it really okay to be so rude?"

"Courtesy is equal."

Wells sneered.

"You guy, you specifically inquired about my itinerary and came to my mansion, isn't it just to satisfy your boring desire?"

Valtola's smile turned grim.

"That's right, after careful calculation, the "battle" between us has not yet been decided.This time, you can't use "busy business" to perfunctory things, right? "

Dimitriyah Vattola is a fighting maniac.

Likes to fight with strong enemies, and will use the most powerful attack to fight no matter who it is, and completely enjoy the process.

Just the opposite of Wells, who doesn't like fighting.

"go out."

Wells said annoyed, lowered his head and turned the pages again.

"I'm not in the mood to fight with you. If you have time, why don't you spend your extra energy on terrorists? The remnants of the "Black Death Emperor" are still active in Eastern Europe, and it is rumored that they have found a new leader... It seems It's like the "Dead Emperor Brother"..."

"Can those trash fish compare to Wells?"

Vattola mercilessly expressed his contempt for the orc supremacists "Dark Death".

In fact, not long ago, it was he who personally killed the leader of the "Black Death Emperor Sect", the "Black Death Emperor".

As for the powerful enemy who possessed beastization and necromancy, Valtola's evaluation was nothing more than "an old man with interesting abilities".

How can such a battle satisfy the warlike vampire nobles?

"So……"

Just as Welles was about to say something to stop his vacation from being ruined, a chaotic noise came from outside the glass window.

All present are vampires with sensitive five senses.

So even though the lord's mansion is located on the outskirts of the city, they can clearly capture the increasing vocals.

"what happened?"

Wells frowned.

In less than a moment, another vampire boy broke in and knelt down on one knee in front of Marquis Zebrin.

"Lord Aradal! The people in the territory, whether vampires, humans, orcs, have all started riots throughout the city! The knights directly under the control also seem to have the ability of similar spiritual domination, falling into a state of chaos! Only a few old times were spared. !"

"?"

Wells was taken aback.

Although he is an aristocrat who doesn't eat people's food, he asks himself, his ability to govern is absolutely outstanding and lenient, and it is impossible for the people to automatically rebel.

But anyway, it looks like his vacation is doomed.

Wells tidied up his gray coat and walked helplessly outside the mansion.

Valtola took a sip of red wine and murmured with a smile.

"Sure enough, it won't be boring to be with you, Wells..."

……

The most prosperous commercial street area in Vistula has long been chaotic.

The original peace was torn apart, and there were melee fights everywhere, the beasts of vampires, the beasts of orcs, and humans who were mad and not afraid of death.

They all had red eyes, as if the neighbors, guests, and friends who were talking to each other just now were mortal enemies.

Countless casualties.

In this chaotic scene, there is a handsome black-haired young man standing outside the window of an ice cream shop, greeting helplessly.

"Excuse me a little, can you give me a chocolate ice cream first before you play?"

"No time! Take it yourself!"

The shop owner was holding a knife and fighting with another male clerk.

It looks like it's going to be a winner.