A Pity

"Take all the risks to keep him away from the town!"

"Before that, we should evacuate the camp now. Hey, how's the situation over there?" 

"Somebody, please cast me heal. Uaaah, he's coming after me… khelp—"

[Authority Exp+0.15%]

[Authority Exp+0.15%]

[Authority Exp+0.16%]

Anubis was no longer gaining significant authority experience like when he killed the Administrator. This difference could be a clue that could shed light on his ignorance, but sadly, he didn't see anyone else among the remaining guards who could satisfy his craving.

Now, he must confront the reason why these guards lacked the determination to fight and were solely consumed by fear. On the other hand, foolish players continued to come one after another. It wouldn't be so bad if they coordinated or provided some valuable resistance, but the reality is that all their attacks are bland, with no taste nor variety.

"It's starting to disgust me," Anubis muttered to himself.

Before the one he's been waiting for arrives, he would have to endure their stupidity. So, instead of wasting time dealing with players who didn't provide much experience, Anubis shifted his focus to the guards only.

Although only one remained, even if it's just a tiny bit of authority EXP, Anubis would gladly accept it. As he strode forward, the sound of dry leaves fluttering filled the air, and his black claws shone ominously.

Despite taking numerous lives, his hands remained untarnished. Isn't that also an oddity itself?.

"So, do you possess it... that blood?" Overwhelmed by curiosity, Anubis lunges forward, forcefully swinging his right clawed hand. However, just as his biceps begin to lift, his attack is abruptly halted by a heavy and solid impact, pushing his fragile body backward.

A figure has landed their foot on Anubis' shoulder, propelling him away and preventing his attack from reaching the guard. The figure is in constant motion, a black silhouette toying with a whip, skillfully twisting it before striking Anubis.

Although he can see and anticipate the trajectory of the whip's strike, he is unable to evade it in time. "This.." With each lash against his body, his clothes tear, and the afterimage of the impact emits a hissing vapor. The only plausible explanation for this phenomenon is... "Made of silver?"

His wings forcefully flapping, as if pulling Anubis away from the reach of the enemy's whip, luckily the attack stops. "This feeling... so it must be you, the vampire hunter." Wearing that wry smile on his face, Anubis asks, even though his health bar has just entered the yellow zone.

The ensued panic instantly disappears with the arrival of the reinforcement. He has long hair and pure light brown eyes, matching the plain undershirt he is wearing beneath a black cloak. His brown hair also has the same intensity and reaches his back, swept by the wind.

"A vampire in broad daylight, on such a crucial day... you are far from ordinary, aren't you?" the newly arrived human muses.

Naturally, the surviving players are caught up in conversation. He boasts a high level and exudes an air of mystery and strength. However, their greatest fascination lies with the class he possesses.

"A unique class?!"

"Could he be a Vampire Hunter of some sorts?"

"The role is becoming more intriguing... but still, what's up with that vampire's name?"

Them players commented.

Knowing that he has just been saved, the guard who had fallen to his knees rises upon catching sight of the revered figure's back. "Lord Alucard... my apologies," he hesitantly speaks. "E-everyone was slaughtered. We couldn't put up much of a fight."

The figure, also known as the Monarch of Lemuria, is none other than:

[◊] Lv.50 "Dawn of Sorrow" Alucard ‹Nosferatu Vanator›

"What has happened has happened," Alucard responds lightly, then turns to face those who remain. A glimpse of disappointment momentarily appears on his face, but he doesn't have much time to delve deeper. "The others will follow soon, quickly guide everyone away from here."

"Hey, hey, Mysterious Gentleman, do you want to take the reward for yourself?" someone in the crowd says.

"Yeah, yeah, right. We also want it, you know."

Alucard sharpens his gaze towards the source of the voice, soon meeting the speaker. "I appreciate it, but..." There is no significant change in his expression, and even his tone of speech remains steady, exuding calmness.

Looking back at the vampire, Alucard continues, "He is no ordinary being, evident by his ability to withstand direct sunlight, let alone massacre our acquaintance... you must have witnessed it yourselves. From here on, it is my duty as the Monarch of Lemuria."

The adventurers cannot be convinced by those reasons alone, but there is something else—they were still players in a game. "Indeed, this incident will harm our reputation. In order to restore it, Lemuria will offer appropriate compensation. I need your cooperation to understand," Alucard explains.

Compensation. A magical word that immediately captures the attention of every player. They begin to whisper to each other, wondering what kind of compensation will be given.

"Alright, let's go. The longer we stay here, the more difficult it will be for Lord Alucard," the guard quickly tries to calm the adventurers and urges them to move away from the scene without wasting any time.

Even though they are no longer in sight, their voices can still be heard. They are not running, but rather just retreating without a rush.

"Why aren't you pursuing them?" Alucard breaks the silence and asks.

Anubis shrugs, as his aim is not to be found within them, but rather the one he has been waiting for has arrived. There is no reason for Anubis to engage in meaningless killing anymore.

"Instead, why don't you attack me again?" Anubis even responds with a question.

The power gap between the two of them should be immense. "You see," Alucard murmurs, taking a step forward and turning. "In addition to being made of silver, my whip has just been infused with my power. Every opportunity, without fail, it will tear vampires apart."

However, what had just happened now, Anubis remained standing still there, seemingly unaffected by the slight injury he sustained earlier. It appears that the injury has already healed.

"Despite your appearance, I can sense that there is something very peculiar about you. Who are you truly, vampire?"

It should be Anubis posing that question, yet it is directed towards him instead. He even refrained himself, patiently waiting for the arrival of this vampire hunter to satisfy his curiosity.

"If only I could provide an answer, but," Anubis replies, his faint smile beginning to fade in disappointment. "If even you do not recognize me, it's truly a pity."