Chapter 12: Intentions
I am out on the night hunt with the Lord. Now that there is no need to conceal my abilities, the monsters in the woods are no real opponents to me.
I had already gotten used to the physical abilities of a ghoul. The machete and the claws, in addition to abilities that far surpass a fleshman and with the Lord’s backup, there was no way these monsters could pose any kind of threat.
I slaughter a pack of night wolves, that were once terrifying, and partake of their flesh.
The meat was raw, but I felt a strange, pleasant heat pass through my throat and set my body ablaze.
Earlier when I used to sneak out to hunt at night, I had to take off my clothes out of fear of getting them dirty. I also had to be extra careful about getting no blood on my body. I need not care about that anymore.
As he looked on me drenched in blood, fervently devouring the corpse, the Lord muttered,
“To think you evolved into a ghoul in just three months… what a talent! And that you managed to hide it so well…”
“How many months did it take for my predecessors to evolve into a ghoul?”
“Ten months. But that was not slow in the least. You are just too fast. Not disregarding the fact that it may depend upon the individual, I suppose it is… because you’re a noble…”