Chapter 105.1, Battle of the Old Castle (3)
I’m overflowing with power. I can understand why Albertus went on such a rampage. With this power, I’ll be stronger by entrusting myself to the wilderness boiling up from the depth of my soul, rather than playing petty tricks.
All my vampire weaknesses have remained as they were, so I have to be careful, but the other party is also a vampire. She wouldn’t have been prepared. In a battle without any tricks, I, who have received the seal of approval from Senri, that ‘with only the power alone, I’m stronger than an ordinary vampire’, should be at an advantage. Looks like, you can only get special abilities from the evolution to the Lesser Vampire, while your physical abilities don’t change that much. Well, you can get such a variety of abilities with a single evolution, so it would be unfair if it also greatly improved your basic abilities.
Werewolves spread out and surrounded me. When I’m in my transformed state, my field of vision is slightly different from a human’s, but even if they were in my blind spot, I’d be able to know where they are from their scent. Perhaps Albertus and Rainel felt what I’m feeling right now when they were fighting me.
I howl towards Sable, who’s floating high up in the sky. If I jump with my current physical abilities, I’d reach her, but for me, with no ways of properly moving in the air, that would be a bad move.
I stand up high with my hind legs and stretch my front legs towards Sable ―― or rather, I act like I do and spring at the nearest werewolf.
The werewolf hurriedly tried to stop the attack, but I trample him without caring. My hands are scraped, but ordinary claws can’t injure me. And, werewolves can only be injured with silver weapons, but perhaps because of the grief of being the kin, they take attacks from vampires as an exception.
“Kh… surround him! Restrain him from all sides!”
Sable issues an order. She’s underestimating me too much. Even if they attacked me from all sides, they’re nothing to worry about. In the first place, would Sable herself lose to the slightly trained werewolves, while they’re even holding back to not kill me? She would be able to come up with as many countermeasures as she wanted if she imagined herself in my place, so I can only laugh.
Werewolves attack while showing impatience on their faces. I blow away the stout arm that’s swung with the full force by shaking myself. This body can’t hold a sword, but I have claws. And I have no reasons to hold back.