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.