Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 131.1

Forest of the Dead Part 3

Carla smiled lightly as usual and shrugged her shoulders as I told her that I would deal with the Evil Race and the Vampires by myself.

As I turned my back to Carla and took a step forward with my knife at the ready, the Evil Race Vampire, who called herself Sarara, twitched her eyebrows at me.

“…Annoying, you Human. You should take on someone of your own strength.”

Sarara snapped her black iron chains on the ground, causing the Vampire Villagers and failures, who had been wary of Carla’s flames, to suddenly change their minds and bare their fangs as if they were beasts.

Sarara, the one who led them, had to strengthen her control over them, narrowed her golden eyes and bared her long, gnashing teeth in a sulky manner. The golden eyes still have Carla in their sights, and the vampire was more wary of the Sorcery User than a melee combatant like myself. She probably thinks that a melee combatant like me…especially a scout, would not be a major threat, even if my fighting prowess was high.

“You useless minions, teach this thing some courtesy.”

[Uooooohhh! ]

Vampire and Failures shrieked at me at the command of Sarara, their master.

As the two villagers, turned Vampires, stepped in front of me, a child’s voice once again echoed from among the surviving villagers who had been gathered.

“Father!!!”

Either one of them was the boy’s father, and the moment the child’s voice echoed, a large, hunter-like Vampire with an axe turned his head in the child’s direction.

“Fa, Father…”

A frightened and sad voice spilled out from the boy. But the man was no longer human.

The Vampire’s nature, freed from reason, hungered for blood, especially of their close relatives, making him show a twisted smile like a beast because of being an undead.

“Ahhh…!”

Hunger and cravings overrode his Master’s command, and just as he was about to leap upon his own child and the wife who protected him–

*Swish!!

“Gaah!?”

My dagger, which had been drawn out earlier, pierced through the man’s head, and the bloody tip of the knife shot out of his mouth.

“Father…!”

The man moaned while his head was pierced, and the boy’s eyes widened in shock.

A vampire would not die even if the wound they received would immediately kill a living creature. The man whose neck was pierced grabbed that hatchet that he let go behind him, and I, who moved to his side out my dagger, sliced the man’s neck halfway through with my black knife, and then drove my black dagger straight into his heart, where I could feel the magic power strongly.

“…ah?”

The blood splattered on the boy who was staring with a stunned face as his father collapsed, not knowing what had happened to him, as the temporary life of his father was cut off and was returned into being a mere corpse.

“Gaaaahhhh!!!!”

The next moment, the remaining Vampires and the other minions leaped towards me. I could see a slight tinge of fright in their eyes as they aimed at me, who had slaughtered a Vampire in front of his child because of his lack of reason, even though he was in control but was not rational enough.

These people were innocent. They were simply pathetic victims. But they already turned into my “enemies”.

“Gah!”

The blade of the slash-type pendulum cut horizontally through the throat of the failures, and my black dagger was thrust between one of them in the eyebrows.

A Throwing knife, thrown after flipping my skirt, piercing both eyes of another undead behind the ones I faced.

My kick, applied with level 4 body enhancement, snapped another’s neck bone, and while spinning midair with my leg swing, I slashed another target’s neck with my black knife.

I then followed up with a Heavy Type pendulum, which I took out just before landing, swinging it down in an arc, shattering another target’s skull, gouging it.

Even though they were considered Vampires they were nothing but a poor imitation of a real Vampire, their combat power itself was not that much different, except that they were harder to kill. If compared to a lower-class Vampire, it would be at most 30% of it’s power. The biggest threat of undead was the instinctive fear felt by the living.

But I was not afraid because I knew that whatever kind of Undead they were, as long as they existed according to the laws of the world, and if I killed them, one day they would die.

In the darkness of the night, the hits from the black blades echoed as I continued to kill the failure.

Even though the other villagers knew that they were no longer human, there were still screams from the surviving villagers as their acquaintances were killed, and when the last remaining villager, had his neck bone crushed with my dagger and slashed off with my black knife, the villagers stopped even uttering a sound as they gulped for breath.

*

 (…Is that thing really human? )

She was not referring to her physical strength. Sarara, who had been raised as a demon and not a human, felt the mental strength of the girl who was slaughtering the villagers without expression.

She was not to be underestimated. The army she had created to increase the number of her servants to be used in this land had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. Thinking that it was the woman, the Sorcery Master, who had to be on her guard, Sarara realized her mistake and reasserted her grip on her black-iron chains.

The Humans and the Evil Race had been at war for hundreds of years. Although no major battles had occurred in recent decades, skirmishes continued, and the Evil Race continued to send spies to various countries to keep them in the dark as they prepared for the next war.

The humans were less powerful and had a shorter lifespan than the Evil Race, but their numbers and aggressive nature overwhelmed other races. They had four nations who fought against the Evil Race. 

The Khalfaan Empire, a nation of warriors that was close to the Evil Race, the United Kingdom of Ganzar with its enormous wealth, the Fandrian Kingdom, which united the Holy Church, an enemy of the Evil Race, and the Kingdom of Cleydale, with its powerful national army and great national power. 

No one knew when the Dark Elves first became known as part of the “Evil Race”. It was said that once upon a time, the Goddess of Fertility, to whom the Dark Elf worshiped, fell into darkness and became an evil goddess called the Dark Goddess, turning their skin color black and turning humans and other sub-races into their enemies.

The Dark Goddess was sealed off when she challenged the God of Light to a fight, and although the Dark Elves had no reason to fight anymore, the followers of the God of Light said that the Dark Elves’ dark skin was a sign that they still believed in the Dark Goddess, and they were forced to fight to survive against an enemy who was trying to destroy them.

If they did not kill, they would be destroyed. To live, they must kill. In this world where human life was cheap, it was a matter of course. Only a naive person who had never felt the danger of death since birth would criticize that notion.

The Vampire Clan where Sarara belonged also had to fight for their lives. In the country of the Evil Race, where the absolute number was small, not only ordinary Dark Elves but even those who turned into intelligent demons such as Vampires and Werewolves were treated as citizens. 

However, it would be hard to trust the blood-sucking demons, even if they were originally the same Dark Elf. The Vampire Clan, which only had a hundred members, too few compared to other clans, had to show their fellow clansmen that they were necessary.

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