Chapter 67: Sparring Part I
To the best of my knowledge, there is more than one demon king in existence.
I am not aware of all the details as I was bedridden and rather uninformed of worldly affairs in my past life, but they are known to be terrifying enemies of mankind. They are probably higher on the scale of danger than necromancers.
There are a couple of reasons as to why. A demon king’s sphere of influence is much wider than a necromancer’s by definition. The fact that demon kings do not have an archenemy as necromancers do in the form of death knights also plays a role.
There are even demon kings who are said to have decimated human kingdoms.
I had long thought of the demon king’s army to be a terrifying existence. I thought they would be miles stronger than the beasts I fought in the woods or the vampire hunters that came after me. However, crossing paths with Selzard made it apparent that I may have been mistaken in my conviction.
I changed out of the torn clothes, wiped off the blood and once again restarted my day anew.
Naturally, I am on guard now so no one gets the jump on me. I was just a little careless earlier, that is all.
Nevertheless, maybe everyone around had been watching me clash with Selzard, for they simply observed me from afar and no one tried to attack. Even my guide Monica walked some distance away from me.
“Were you perhaps good friends with Selzard?”