Chapter 131.2
That was why they were sent to the Kingdom of Cleydale, which was farther away from the lands of the Evil Race, with only ten of their most skilled members. From a different perspective, only the vampire clans could expect to achieve great results with such a few fighters and could hide out in this country to achieve results in the war.
However, Vampires could not walk under the sun. Their appearance was too different, and they were easily recognized as Dark Elves.
When they reached Cleydale, they were approached by individuals who had been in contact with the Evil Race. They provided the Evil Race, Sarara and her group, with a base of operations and the information they needed. Although they had their own agenda, Sarara and her group dared to take advantage of it and started to engage in dark activities in the Kingdom of Cleydale.
The leader of Sarara’s group, who had a plan based on the information, ordered Sarara and a few others to attack villages that were not even on the map to increase the number of servants.
Just as she was doing her work, two girls appeared in front of Sarara. A Scout and a Master of Sorcery. Adventurers, perhaps? Both were of a high rank with a fighting strength of around 1500, but neither was an enemy to Sarara, a senior Vampire who stood at night.
The only one to be wary of was the Master of Sorcery, who used a flame sorcery. Sarara was so wary of the Sorceress that she misjudged the strength of the Peach Blonde Girl, which turned out to be a formidable adversary.
This scout girl was a tricky foe, and Sarara, noticing that the Sorceress showed no sign of moving, decided that while she was wary of the sorceress, she should first crush this scout.
“Woman…tell me your name.”
“Aria.”
*Gakkin!!!
At that moment, without even a sign that either of them had moved, Sarara’s chain struck like a snake, and Aria parried it with her black dagger.
Sarara’s ears caught the sound of an approaching gust of wind from the side. It was probably one of those hidden weapons she used that was attached to the end of the string she had seen earlier. If she dodged it, there would be an opening. But a vampire had their own way of fighting.