Relying on his past experience, he made up a plan in his mind for the future.
"Hmm? What the ......?
This is where Alf was suddenly struck by a sensation as if something was tangling around his legs.
There was no way he could leave it like that.
It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
I'm not sure what to do.
There was a pure white arm growing out of the ground.
It was thin, yet strangely powerful.
His body was being pulled in as if he were standing in the middle of a mire.
Instinctively sensing the danger, Alf kicked the arm away with all his might.
I'm not sure what to do. I'm sorry I didn't ...... make it in time.
"There you go, vampire ......a?
Alf glared at the dead maid, who was staring apologetically at him.
He was breathing heavily as he rushed to the scene, and was not even properly prepared to fight.
In addition to that, she didn't even look at Alf, making it hard to believe that this was a battlefield full of gaps.
If he's as good as Alf, I can kill him at any time.
But.
But Alf was unable to take that step.
Because the woman he called Dorothy was not a vampire.
(This woman ...... is definitely human. A competitor? ......? No, then I wouldn't have anything to apologize to this maid for. I know you're an enemy, but why are you here ......?)
Alf's mind raced with thoughts, but still no conclusion came to him.
In the first place, he had never dealt with anyone who used such uncanny techniques before, so everything was new to him.
You're human, aren't you? Put your hands behind your back and kneel down, and I'll spare your life.
What the hell is that?
f*ck! You son of a b*tc*!
Dorothy receives a large staff from a late-arriving mortal.
A bold declaration of war.
This act became the ignition that marked the beginning of the battle.