The Night of the Wolf and the Knightess (1)
The capital of the Liberia Elf Kingdom, Maherith, boasted a city that never slept even in the dead of night, its brilliant lights chasing away the darkness. Streetlamps blazed like daylight, and the sizzle of sausages on hot griddles filled the air with mouthwatering aromas that teased the nose.
Out on a late-night date with Yushin, Allen was lost in ecstasy, skewers of buttered pine mushrooms and chicken in both hands.
'Th-this is what they've been talking about... sex! When a guy and a girl spend good time together, that's sex! So right now, I'm having sex with big bro!'
Allen muttered to herself as she tore into the meat, savory juices bursting with every chew. It was a pitiful sight. When it came to sex ed, she was worse off than a child—hell, even a kid knew better. Convinced that this was sex, she was thrilled at how much closer she'd gotten to Yushin.
Meanwhile, Yushin stared at her in disgust as she devoured dish after dish with a rapturous expression.
'How much can one girl eat? If she clears out every stall, what're the rest of us supposed to do—starve on the way home? Classic Rocksfield rabid dog...'
While Allen was distracted by her feast, Yushin soaked in the blatant come-ons from the elf beauties eyeing him. I'm popular. Gotta be. Should've crossed into the Liberia Elf Kingdom sooner—regret not doing it.
Elves just eat up my face. Humans didn't bite, but overall? No ugly mug here. Hitting his prime late in the game, Yushin felt a dark greed bubbling up: One more elf beauty. No, more.
He strolled the night market with Allen, lost in thoughts that would've given Ardena a stroke if she'd heard them.
"Bro."
"Yeah?"
"Someone's tailing us."
Allen glanced back and whispered to Yushin.
"Probably some elf girl pining for me hard."
"...It's a guy. Human, too."
"Fuckin' gay-ass. I'll handle it."
"What's that mean?"
Yushin muttered, cracking his knuckles. Wipe 'em all out? Cripple the gays so they can't even wink.
'That presence... stigmata. Another One?'
The approaching Another One was a silver-haired man, a black choker around his neck just like Yushin had worn once. Slave mark. Serving an elf master, no doubt.
Fourth-class human slave. But still part of the Liberia Elf Kingdom.
"Block the entrance for a sec."
"Got it. Be careful—if that gay jumps you, scream loud. I'll come running."
"Don't jinx it."
The silver-haired man moved deliberately into a deserted alley, clearly signaling for a private chat. Yushin had Allen guard the alley mouth, then followed, game for the meet.
Another Ones were special, especially the guys. Among isekai transplants, few could casually flare their stigmata aura to announce themselves. This one bore watching.
Yushin felt a spark of interest at the summons.
"Demon King Slayer, Yushin Gilliard. Thanks for humoring my sudden request."
The silver-haired man spoke with refined poise, far above slave status. Flashy yet impeccable suit—easy to see why elf women might mistake him for a stud.
Yushin had clocked him even without Allen's tip-off; he'd have tracked him anyway.
'Ileina mentioned it—three Another Ones heading to Maherith, me included. That suit screams high-society master.'
Yushin narrowed his eyes, sizing him up to guess his angle.
"The Tyranny Demon King has revived."
"...What?"
"More precisely, someone inherited the Tyranny Demon Core preserved in Agares's corpse."
"No way. It dropped into the Naraka Abyss."
Yushin reacted with disbelief. He'd confirmed the kill. Watched the body plummet with his own eyes. Severed immortality with Lightning Sword Karus, granting eternal death. As the slayer himself, he couldn't buy this.
"I have a contact among Agares's old retainers. They tipped me off."
The man pulled out a parchment from fine cowhide, explaining it detailed the vampire queen who'd claimed the core.
"Vermut. Folks call me Vermut. Lived in Turin, Italy, before crossing over."
"Vermut? That's a wine."
"Nickname. Italians love booze names."
"Guess mine's soju then."
"Soju cocktails ain't bad."
Yushin tossed a playful jab at the intro. Vermut stayed dead serious, raving unprompted about soju mixes.
"Cranberry-grapefruit Sea Breeze, lime-apple-mint Soju Mojito, sports drink Soju Sapphire, lemon concentrate Soju Lemon—all gems. Tried 'em at a Korean club."
Knows more than me. Yushin was impressed by the rundown. Vermut admitted he'd been a bartender—handsome face and lean build screamed ladies' man.
"Ahem, off-topic. The one who ripped the Tyranny Demon Core from Agares's corpse? Demon called the Vampire Queen. Lucy Vampir. Heir to Westurnra, the bloodthirsty monster of vampire lore."
"Vampire Queen, Lucy Vampir..."
"My contact served Agares, but don't mind—they're impulsive, no grudges or loyalty. I can set up a meet if you want."
Vermut's master was Kadaz Biscaya, the northern arch-noble. New name to Yushin. Yetzirah Council bigwig pushing anti-High Priestess vibes, but politics bored him—just another hotshot noble.
"Here's intel on her clan and Agares retainers in contact: the three blood brides. Eldest: Marishka. Second: Verona. Third: Allira."
Top of the parchment: those three names. Lucy Vampir's daughters. High-tier vamps matching Agares's crew, per Vermut's source.
"Another Ones... why move now? You've stayed silent through everything."
Vermut hesitated, then spoke.
"Lucy Vampir... that monster's dangerous. We predict she'll outdo Agares as a calamity."
"Nah, Holy Empire's got it. I snuffed the immortality blessing in the Tyranny Demon Core."
"What?"
"Her? Half-baked. Inherited tyranny power, not immortality. Demon King Slayer's strike erased that from the core."
Lucy was incomplete. Tyranny power yes, eternal life no—obliterated by Yushin's blow.
* * *
The talk didn't last. Yushin cut it short. No appetite for entanglement.
Best to bail before it stuck.
"What'd he say?"
"Nothin'. Some picky gay confessed. Gay-slayed him."
"Liar."
"Yeah, total lie."
No need to burden date-night Allen. He brushed it off.
She pouted, hurt by the dodge, but didn't pry. Bro's got reasons. Don't wanna hassle him. This sweet time's enough bliss.
"You okay? Face looks flushed. Breathing heavy too..."
Yushin noticed Allen's odd heat as they walked. Haah, haah... Rough, sweet pants escaped her lips—seductive, despite her innocence. Legs twitching, lower belly quivering.
"D-don't know... Body's burning up. Down there's all sticky...!"
"Sticky?"
No way. Gotta be wrong. Yushin eyed the huge full moon, dread rising.
"Drop the transformation first."
"Can't...!"
"Why not?"
"Tried a million times—this damn magic tool won't budge!"
"Shit."
She lunged, clamping his arm. Sweating buckets, biting her lip to hold back. Wolf tail wagged furiously, thwacking him like flirtatious slaps.
Barrage of tail strikes—Yushin realized this ronin wolf girl was instinctively seducing him.
"Bro, I'm so hot."
The blue-haired ronin threw arms around him, rubbing cheeks adoringly. Beastly whine. Awooooo!!
She howled at the moon.
"Back to the castle—wash up and crash!"
"No way! Gonna drag you and...!!"
Beast matings? Female-led. Her golden eyes gleamed murderously: Run or ignore? Rip your throat—or balls—with fangs.
Rubbing her cheek on his nape, licking to taste, sniffing deep—full heat mode.
Sniff sniff.
"Th-think I can't run?"
Yushin stammered. She growled savagely, baring fangs.
"Grrrrr!! Run and your nuts are mine—shredded."