I was accidentally injured by God and I just want to be an ordinary person

""dark"."

Accompanied by dreamlike whispers, the surrounding torches went out in an instant, and the entire cave was surrounded by darkness.

If Mitis was not mistaken, there should be a place similar to a hall in front. There was a slight smell of rust in the air, and perhaps weapons were stored there.

I came to the right place.

Mitis couldn't help but feel secretly delighted. Judging from the magic potions and scrolls carried by Tavo's team, the so-called Poacher Alliance - 'Laplace's Demon' should be a well-established entity. Although this was just a branch, since they could distribute magic items to ordinary adventurers, they must have a lot of bases. Although they should hand them over due to military law, she had special storage magic, and no one would be able to detect them if she put them away. In other words, she could make a fortune.

Holding her breath, in order to avoid possible traps, Mitis slowly, cautiously, and carefully approached the front step by step.

It took about a minute for Mitis's vision to open up instantly, and she came to an open hall where all kinds of sundries were stored. In the distance - about fifty meters away from the door - she could see a wooden door two people high. Combined with the tea spilled on the wooden table beside her, Mitis judged that this was not the end, but a place similar to a resting place.

Mitis looked around vigilantly and sniffed the air. There was no special smell in the air, so she probably ruled out an ambush. It was probably a trap at most.

"Everyone's gone... It would be great if I had some detection magic. It would help eliminate unknown traps and end this sooner."

Sighing to herself, Mitis began to estimate the time she had entered here. In this world, there were no portable timekeeping devices like watches, so she could only rely on experience and intuition to calculate.

A quarter of an hour had passed, but Mitis could hear no sound of fighting. Was it that the others hadn't kept up with her pace? Or had they, like her, never encountered the enemy? Or was it that the road was so divided that everyone was scattered?

Mitis couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, but the sound of fighting at this time made her feel at ease, because it proved that her companions were not far away and were still alive.

"It should be fine. We've brought elite troops above level twelve..."

After comforting herself, Mitis took a step to the side and began to look for the poachers' secrets. An organization that could target the black dragon must be led by someone powerful. If she could find any clues, it would not be a bad thing for her - not only could she finish the journey earlier, but she could also get rewards from the empire. Moreover, she might even find valuable magic items. It would be worthwhile in any case. Of course, it was also very important to eliminate traps and pave the way for later companions.

Mitis first locked her sights on the most conspicuous wooden box in the room. Judging from the size of the box, which was nearly as tall as a person, if it contained gold coins, the number must be dizzying.

However, it is worth noting that this size may also hide traps, such as non-living stone dolls, or other creatures that can control the discharge of their own body fluids so that they do not emit odors. Since Mitis herself is one of them, it is natural to have such suspicions.

Holding the white parasol in one hand, Mitis placed the blade of the parasol against the center of the wooden box. Then, she took a deep breath and, with the mentality that she would not be surprised no matter what happened, she pushed hard against the parasol.

Click.

A crisp sound reached her ears without any delay, and the umbrella blade penetrated the wooden box smoothly - there was no resistance, nothing jumped out, and no flash of magical light. After fiddling with the umbrella handle left and right, Mitis breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the wooden box to pry it open.

With a loud rustling sound, a box full of metal jewelry and several balls of silk fabric rolled out. After fiddling with the contents with the back of the umbrella blade, Mitis sighed.

"This is... something only women use, right? Why is it here? Was it intended as alchemy material? Or was it looted from a passing adventurer?"

After pondering for a while, Mitis suddenly remembered the purpose of the poacher alliance - "Laplace's Demon". Perhaps these jewelry were stolen from the black dragon's lair.

"If that's the case, then this group's fighting power is truly incredible. Well, since it's something they looted, I'll take it for you. Hmm? What is this...?"

A white gauze dress caught Mitis's attention. If Mitis was not mistaken, this was a dress that would only be used at weddings.

Her expression suddenly became strange, and Mitis couldn't help but imagine herself or Ella wearing this dress - she was stunned for a moment.

As if waiting for this moment, a dark figure pressed against Mitis's back.

“—Ugh!”

“Tsk!”

That's too late!

The moment she realized it, she felt a surge of "Oh no!", and a chill she hadn't felt in a long time ran up Mitis's spine.

Unable to dodge.

A sure blow.

In the few seconds after realizing this, Mitis quickly made up her mind that side effects were nothing compared to death.

——"Ghost transformation"

——『The Incarnation of Disaster』

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*The Q version of Ella mentioned a few days ago has been released, in the last character design chapter~

Chapter 41: The Incarnation of Disaster

flutter.

The heavy hammer swung from behind missed, and Mitis who was originally standing here disappeared, leaving only a group of scattered bats in sight. But even so, several bats that didn't have time to dodge were smashed to the ground and turned into mud like crushed tomatoes.

"What!?"

The attacker cried out in surprise. Even with his two hundred years of experience, he had never heard of such a way of dodging. The fantastic scene made him stand there in shock for a moment.

He was certain that, as a vampire, he wouldn't miss a move in the darkness. The enemy commander had indeed transformed into bats and scattered. But the key was how they had accomplished this. Judging from the bats, the ability to transform might be related to vampires. In fact, he knew the other party was a vampire like himself, but even a purebred wouldn't have such extraordinary escape abilities. Perhaps the other party was something unknown.

The moment he realized this, a chill ran down his spine, and he bent forward almost subconsciously.

call--

Something sharp passed overhead.

“Kuuuu—I didn’t expect to get this close… I really shouldn’t have let my guard down…”

The bats regrouped and transformed into the form of Mitis, slowly appearing at the other end of the cave. Judging from the unstable and very strange sound, the attacker's previous attack had caused considerable damage.

Almost in an instant, the man holding the long-handled hammer turned around.

"What the hell are you!?"

"..."

Perhaps to relieve the pressure from the previous attack, Mitis paused for a moment and waited until all the bats gathered around her before speaking.

"Mitis Fred Enwe, Viscount of the Bruzea Empire, you must be the Seth the poachers are talking about, right?"

The sound is much clearer than before.

"Tsk, you don't want to reveal your race?"

"I didn't expect to meet someone like me here. Should I call this lucky—or unlucky…"

Purebred vampires are several times stronger than ordinary vampires. Although she was injured by the sneak attack, Mitis didn't think she would lose at all. The opponent must be weaker than her, otherwise she would not have had time to dodge just now.

"Hmph, a purebred... choosing this venue specifically is a real failure."

"Maybe it's still possible to escape now?"

"If I believed in you, I wouldn't be alive today—"Blood Control"!"

A fierce look suddenly appeared on Seth's originally relaxed face. An ordinary person might not be able to sense the magic power that was about to invade his body, but Seth, who was also a vampire, would definitely not ignore it. The reason why Mitis did not start fighting at the first time was that she wanted to end everything with a faster-acting method.

The "Blood Control" canceled each other out. Seth, noticing the cold sweat coming out from his back, decided not to delay any longer. While being wary of Mitis, he added strengthening magic to himself.

"How naive!"

Without giving Seth time to use enhanced magic, Mitis spread her wings and turned into a streak of arrows, rushing towards Seth.

"whispering sound."

Seth smacked his lips and hurriedly raised his sledgehammer to block the umbrella blade swung by Mitis.

——clang.

There was no hesitation in the contact, and sparks suddenly flashed in the cave. There was obviously an overwhelming power gap between the weapons of both sides - the parasol and the hammer, it was not necessary to think about which one was the power-type weapon, but the facts were completely reversed from imagination, and it became an absolute advantage for Mitis.

The parasol kept pressing down the heavy hammer, as if it would be unable to withstand it in the next second. Seth's strong arms kept shaking, and his feet sank into the ground.

The strange force like a mountain made Seth grit his teeth, his hands began to sweat, the feeling of his knuckles cracking was transmitted to his brain, and the joints all over his body groaned in pain, warning Seth all the time that he was about to reach the point of fracture.

If the weapon in his hand was an ordinary hammer, it would have broken the moment it made contact.

Seth couldn't help but think this.

"Monster...monster..."

"Not bad."

Compared to the difficult compliment that Seth squeezed out from his teeth, Mitis just narrowed her eyes slightly. From her eyes flashing with enchanting red, Seth could tell that it was a bloodthirsty brilliance.

Although vampires possess powerful talents that humans cannot match, they also bear a curse that is unimaginable to humans. In addition to the daily drinking of blood, whenever they use the magic unique to vampires, they will immediately fall into a state of thirst for blood. The more powerful the skills, the greater the side effects. The magic that I have never seen before may be a type that even purebred vampires have to pay a heavy price for.

If he fails, he will become a sacrifice - just like those humans who beg for mercy in front of him, slowly turning into a mummy in despair.

Thinking of this, Seth's heart beat violently for a moment.

Strength began to surge throughout his body. In this kind of battle, any loss of strength would lead to failure. The opponent must be someone of a much higher level than him.

The downward-pressing umbrella blade was gradually pushed back, and Mitis hummed lightly in amusement.

"Huh?"

"Don't underestimate me!"

The harsh sound of metal collision rang out again, but unlike the first time, this time both sides were bounced to the sides by the collision.

Without giving Seth a chance to breathe, Mitis spread her wings and continued to pursue. She was not as relaxed as she seemed. After the previous sneak attack, the effect of "Ghost Transformation" had dissipated, and "Incarnation of Disaster" was greatly restricted. Mitis was sure that the next time she wanted to use this skill, she would have to wait until decades later and completely forget the feeling of slaughter.

Just like its name, 'Incarnation of Disaster' is a skill that only a select few—probably countable on two hands—can wield. Different individuals will experience different effects. Mitis's spell is a comprehensive enhancement, possessing near-atomization capabilities that theoretically last an infinite amount of time. However, maintaining one's self within it is no easy feat. At least in Mitis's memory, this magic once brought about destruction worthy of being called a disaster, and that's what Mitis is most reluctant to recall.

Unlike the first downward blow, this time Mitis chose an upward attack. The heavy hammer lacked flexibility, especially now that the opponent had lost his judgment due to fear. Even if it could not make the opponent lose his combat effectiveness immediately, the wound could play a decisive role.

Pain can hinder thinking and make people lose focus at critical moments. Severed muscles cannot perform the intended movements and will expose fatal flaws. High-intensity pressure makes people unbearable, and they want to end the battle quickly and be the first to reveal their cards. Any of these three factors can determine the outcome.

Hand-to-hand combat is ultimately just a game of patience.

As expected, Seth failed to swing the hammer in time to block his own attack.

“Ugh!”

The sharp umbrella blade broke through the defense line and instantly cut the flesh, and blood that was no different from that of humans flowed out. If it were Ella, she would probably fall into confusion at this moment, but for Mitis, it was just a common thing and not surprising at all.

The attack was successful, and Mitis quickly jumped away.

[Time is running out... If we don't remove it now, there will be trouble. Let's end it quickly.]

“Slash!”

Without losing his sense of counterattack because of Mitis's attack, Seth held the long handle of the sledgehammer in both hands, and decisively swung the weapon towards Mitis as if he had given up defense. There was no doubt that being hit by this hammer as big as a wooden barrel must be as tragic as being hit head-on by a truck - comminuted fractures all over the body was just a small matter, and probably even the internal organs would be smashed together.

However, the compatibility of attacking Mitis as a target is too poor.

With the help of the devil's wings, Mitis jumped backwards, and the sledgehammer only brushed past her long pink hair, without hitting Mitis's true form at all.

There was no need to be happy about successfully dodging an attack. In this kind of battle, one must think about the next few steps before taking one step. Anyone who gave up thinking was seeking death. Now was the time to end the battle.

Pouring strength into her legs, Mitis took a step forward at the moment when Seth was exhausted. Without hesitation, she used the umbrella blade to pick up the sledgehammer in Seth's hand. Then, taking advantage of the moment when Seth was in confusion, she raised her foot and kicked Seth's armor-covered chest hard.

"how is this possible!"

"it's over."

boom.

With the dull sound of flesh hitting the soles of boots, Seth flew backwards and hit the wall heavily, causing the wall to tremble and the sound of debris falling over.

“Hmm—”

The voice came from Mitis. Under the influence of the "Incarnation of Disaster", her brain felt very dizzy, as if her body no longer belonged to her.

Shaking her head vigorously, Mitis bit the tip of her tongue. The stimulation brought by the pain made her brain instantly clear up. Replenishing blood could wait until later. The attack she had just made would at most make Seth faint, and it was not enough to make him completely lose his fighting ability.

Holding her breath and controlling herself from smelling the fragrance of blood in the air, Mitis swung her parasol and walked step by step to Seth who had lost his resistance. After looking around, she locked her sights on the decorative rapier close to the wall.

"Although this is not my intention, to prevent you from escaping, I will endure it for a while. Vampires can't reproduce anyway."

After saying this, Mitis picked up the rapier and thrust it hard between Seth's legs - at his crotch, pinning him to the ground while he was unconscious.

For a moment, Seth's whole body trembled, but then he fainted again.

Of course, it wasn't that Mitis was cruel, it was just that the situation didn't allow her to use magic anymore - the consequences would be serious - and it was more direct to nail him to the spot with weapons than to tie him up with ropes. After all, there was also the possibility that Seth would suddenly wake up and resist.

What's more, vampires are infertile, so it doesn't matter. Vampires are not born with it, they are all acquired, and when they gain powerful strength, they will lose their human identity. Mitis just chose the most redundant part to attack.

After doing all this, Mitis finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around, took out a transparent pot-shaped container filled with red liquid from the storage magic, pulled out the cork, and put it into her mouth.

This is the last food prepared just in case, because sucking blood directly will turn ordinary people into vampires, so she is unwilling to do so and can only satisfy her hunger in a way that will be ridiculed by fellow vampires. However, this is only a measure taken in special circumstances. Generally speaking, Mitis likes to drip the collected blood into a teacup or mix it with meals. As she said to Ella at the beginning, the taste is too strong when drank directly, and she doesn't like it.

As for the source of blood, it is normally collected from the villages passed by and purchased from the other party with copper coins. Since it is a way to get money without working, and the demand is small and it is guaranteed by the status of an imperial viscount, it is very popular. After a long time, people living near Mitis's mansion often rush to ask to donate blood for Mitis.

What Mitis drank now was all provided by Nanako. Although the amount seemed terrifying, it was actually the result of a long period of accumulation. Mitis's storage magic was different from that of ordinary people. It had the effect of slowing down the flow of time, so the things stored were difficult to spoil. Storing blood was something she could do easily.

After gulping down the drink, Mitis wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, looking at the empty bottle in her hand. After confirming that there was not a drop left, she put it back into the storage space.

"Ah~ah, I want to collect another bottle like this next time, but I don't know when I'll be able to do that. I feel bad for bothering Nanako all the time. Well, after all, it's just for the worst. If you're always vigilant, you won't have to deal with so many accidents."