"El, what are you doing here?"
When he saw the Tree Elf enter,
the Vampire's composed expression finally cracked a little.
After all, this guy was in charge of the neighboring village.
Yet he had already come over while the matter on this side still hadn't been resolved.
It was somewhat difficult for him to remain composed.
"I finished dealing with the neighboring village. Since the people on your side still hadn't come out, I came over to see what was going on."
The Tree Elf called El by the Vampire pointed his thumb toward the pitch-black outside.
"..."
"Looks like I dragged this out for too long."
Realizing he had played around too much, Potter stood up somewhat sheepishly.
As he spoke, he put his removed red gloves back on.
"My lord... you two..."
Splat—
The High Priest had wanted to say something else.
But the moment he opened his mouth, Vampire Potter killed him.
Then, beneath the astonished gazes of the group of farmhands, a red ball of blood slowly gathered beside Potter.
"Th-this is the power of a Vampire?!"
"It's my first time seeing such a strange ability."
"I wouldn't call it strange. I just think it's really impressive."
"Does that mean we can gain powers like that too?"
Amid their amazement, everyone looked at Pitchfork, the only one among them who had already become a Vampire.
A few hours ago,
he had been the one to seek out the Vampire.
And he had become a Vampire before anyone else.
If they had been the ones to look for someone back then,
would they have become Vampires by now as well?
Though they were somewhat envious,
none of them felt jealous.
After all, they had already been promised something.
Whether it was themselves or their family members,