I will rely on my previous experience to create future developments in my head.
"- Hmm? What...?
So I suddenly attacked Alf, feeling like something was tangled up in his leg.
There's no way I can leave you like this.
Alf hurriedly turned his eyes to that spot as he threw away the maid dyeing the area around his chest with blood.
"Whoa!?"
What was there was a bright white arm growing from the ground.
Thin - and oddly powerful.
Just as he stands in the middle of the mud, his body is drawn in as Zubuzub.
Feeling instinctively dangerous, Alf kicked that arm away with all his strength.
"... Ah, maid. Didn't make it...... sorry"
"You're out, vampire...... a?
The opponent Alf glanced at looked sorry for the dead maid.
Running and rushing sighs are rough and not even ready to fight properly.
Not to mention that I haven't even seen Alf, and he's in a state so full of gaps that I don't think it's a battlefield.
Anyone as powerful as Alf can kill you at any time.
But.
Alf couldn't take that step.
Because the woman they called Dorothy wasn't a vampire.
(This woman... is definitely human. Are you a colleague...? No, then I wouldn't do anything to apologize to this maid. I know you're an enemy, but how could you be here...)
Alf puts his thoughts around in his head, but still comes up with no conclusions.
In the first place, everything is my first experience because I have never dealt with anyone who uses creepy techniques like this.
"You're a human being. Turn your hands behind your back and kneel, and I'll save your life."
"What is this?
"-Ch! Son of a bitch!
Dorothy receives one big wand from the Necromancer who came late.
A declaration of war that is too bold.
This act became the igniter that marked the beginning of the battle.