The southern city gate.
Duke Raven paced atop the wall, considering his options. "Magic City had three hundred thousand people. Subtract the hundred thousand Vampires who were wiped out and the group that just escaped through teleportation magic, and there should still be enough left to put together a legion."
The problem was that many of those hundred thousand Vampires had been promising talents with an aptitude for magic.
As for the people left now, they were either muscleheads in the army with no magical aptitude whatsoever, or ordinary residents like old people and children. With recruits of that quality, he doubted he could pass them off as acceptable.
Just imagining that lord's fury made Duke Raven shudder.
Yet the very thing he feared came to pass.
The fragrance of tulips, mingled with the scent of blood, washed over him.
A young woman around five feet three suddenly materialized from the dark shadows.
She had long golden hair that flowed as smoothly as a waterfall, a black evening gown covered in lace and ribbons, and white lace gloves. Aside from her flat chest, she was almost flawless. No matter how he looked at her, she seemed like a girl on her way to some high-society banquet.
Yet in stark contrast to her adorable appearance, a man's severed head dangled from her slender hand. His face was grotesquely contorted, as though he had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world just before he died.
"Oh my, long time no see?"
"Lady Progenitor!" Duke Raven dropped to one knee, his manner almost obsequious as he tried to ingratiate himself with her. "What is that in your hand?"
"Oh my, this?"
The blonde girl tossed the head onto the ground as though throwing away trash. "I believe he was the gun god