Knight of the End. It's a synonym for the strongest in this world.
　Their name is synonymous with hero, and their power to control a special energy called blessing surpasses the power of many powerful and incomparable outsiders.

　Many tales of heroes are their stories, and the Knights of the End, made up of the Knights of the End, have created many legends. Their targets of destruction are usually necromancers and undead, but depending on the situation, they may fight against a mere demon lord.

　The Demon Knight is essentially a purifier of darkness. The energy of the blessing is powerful, but it can only purify the undead, not subhumans or dragons. So, although I understand that depending on the rank of the knight, defeat is quite possible, I was still in disbelief after hearing Monica's story.

　As you can see from Senri, the demise knight is as strong as an ogre. There's no way they'd take me prisoner if I could easily deal with them. I haven't even had a mock battle with Senri lately, but I haven't even been able to capture her yet. Well, maybe I can't blame her because she can fly when she needs to, but considering the physical capabilities of vampires, this is not unusual.

　I've been thinking about Senri, and I'm starting to miss him. It's a little early, but I think I'll go home now. .......

　But he is a prisoner of the Demise Knight. If that's true, then there's a chance that he's a friend of Senri's, and if I save him, I'm sure Senri will be happy. Maybe he would say, "Good job, End," and give me some blood. I'm sure she'll forgive me if I'm a little rude then. My fangs tingle.

　Besides, it's possible that the captive has blood as good as Senri's. There's also a chance that he'll let you have a small taste of his blood if you help him. But it's very unlikely.

　I followed Monica to the iron door that I was curious about when I came here.
　At the end of the door was a staircase to the basement. Apparently, live prisoners are kept there. There is no sign of the prisoners yet, but the murky, stagnant air gives a strong sense of death.

I didn't think Master End would be interested in ...... demise knights.

They're my enemies. I've fought them before.

　Well, they've just given me a bad time. .......
　Nevilla and the others gave me the sun, and I don't have to tell you about Epe . Senri wouldn't let me catch him, and he wouldn't let me suck his blood.

　But Monica, misunderstanding my words, only sounded impressed. Apparently, she doesn't really think that I could be Senri's dog at all.

　As I walked down the stairs, I found myself in a row of rude prison cells. There were several fully armed subhuman soldiers standing guard nearby.
　It smelled of death and despair. No voices could be heard from the prison. Perhaps the screams had died out. The ragged, emaciated prisoners were treated much worse than Lu.

　The prison was divided into several categories. Women, children, men, and the elderly. Perhaps they were divided by popularity, but the treatment seemed to be the same.
　Some of the girls were as old as Senri, but knowing the blood of the best, I couldn't resist. It would have been better to let them all go and get the blood from Senri.

　It was a tragic sight, but my emotions were barely moved. The prisoners didn't say a word even when they saw me. They may have thought I was a humanoid demon.

I lightly touch the collar with the Night Crystal. I whispered to myself as I looked for a pretty girl who could still be a good bleeder if I fed her.

"It's a mess.

"It's in bad shape," I said, "because it keeps growing, and I hear it doesn't taste all that different.

　That's why they're so savage. And you're so skinny, it's not so easy to hug you. The skin does not look good, and he needs to take a shower. ...... I'm used to Senri's blood. I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one.

The most popular are women and children with soft flesh. The freshest are the most popular, so we don't have the finest.

"Monica, make sure they're well fed and in a cleaner cell.

　Monica's eyes widen as I say this with all my heart and strength.

"What?

"I'm a gourmet, I can't take this much blood. I'm a gourmet. I can't take this much blood. I need some exercise, too.

Well, that's .............

Bloodsucking for us is not just a meal. We're here because you want to apologize. Did you cheat on me?　Or are you going to give me Monica's blood?　Hmm?　Who do I have to beat up to get you to do what I say?

　Not just anything. I want a good, happy blood sucking. It's time for some dazzling pleasure.
　I wasn't expecting that much, but I'm not disappointed at all. Even if I have to fight cannibals, I want to suck their blood.

　I'm not sure if Senri would be upset if I sucked the blood of a prisoner of war, let alone ...... Monica.　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.

"I understand, Master End. I'll figure it out somehow, someway. Please forgive me.

　Monica turned pale and took a step back. But my eyes are glued to her bare, soft neck.


　The act of bloodsucking involves a strong pleasure that can drive a person mad. This is the reason why vampires are feared and why some people give in to them. Biting is the only way to get rid of them, isn't it? In some cases, such as Senri and Arbatross, they don't let you go at all, but Senri and Arbatross are clearly not average people.

　When Monica notices your gaze, she hides her neck with her hand and covers her bare breasts, a gesture that also triggers the urge to suck blood. You can't get rid of me if you consider demons to be powerful.

　And there I was, shaking my head.
　No, no. I'm a peaceful vampire. I'm a peaceful vampire. I can't attack a girl who doesn't want to be attacked, and if I get into the habit, Senri will purify me.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find something that works for you.　...... No, no, no, no. You can't suck blood in dog form.

　Obviously wary of my inevitable focus on bloodsucking, Monica led me to the innermost cell.

　It was a very large prison. There were three fully armed demons boredly standing guard in a position where I could clearly see inside. 　
　I could tell just by approaching them that they had a glowing positive energy that set them apart from the other prisoners.
　My instincts repelled my approach. A burning sensation in the back of my head. Maybe it's the will to fight. Darkness is the enemy of light, and light is the enemy of darkness.
　Senri rarely wore the power of light when he was with me, and when he did, it was because he was my ally, so I never felt this way before.

　Monica warns me in a quiet voice.

Thirty of our strongest soldiers have been cut down. They are completely bound hand and foot, but there is still strength left, so be careful.

　He patted his chest and replied without showing his face.

"Don't worry ......, it's weaker than Nevira.

　It's a powerful enough energy, but it's weaker than any demise knight I've ever seen. I'm not sure what to make of it, but it's a lot weaker than I expected.
　Apparently, Senri, Nevilla, and Lufrey were not that low. I guess it's natural for them to be the subordinates of Epe of Annihilation.

　Then I came face to face with the trapped Knight of the End.

　His arms were bound with metal rings and he was hung up. His legs were shackled, and a number of huge metal balls were rolling around in the vastness of his prison, making noise. His well-trained body was covered with scars, as if he had been tortured, and there was blood everywhere. But the fact that it was moving slightly indicated that it was alive.
　No, he was probably working on his powers. Manipulating a blessing requires a high level of concentration. Especially if you are physically weakened. Her face swells slightly, and her haughty eyes catch mine. I could clearly see the flames of wariness smoldering behind those eyes that looked like they were about to die.

　I retreated involuntarily, opened my eyes and shouted. The voice I made was shaking with agitation.

"Oh, you're the ...... guy, aren't you?

What?　Yes, yes. I think it's a man.

　Monica made a strange noise. I'm not listening, I'm not listening.
　I don't want to suck a man's blood. It's not that I can't, it's that I never want to. I'll suck if I'm close to death, but that's a last resort.

　Perhaps vampires can understand this feeling. If you want to lick off the spattered blood, but it has to be the opposite s*x that bites your neck. And it is even better if the person is a girl you like. It must have something to do with the fact that I used to feel that vampires' appetites and s*xual desires were integrated.

　The man in the cell was a strong young man. His abundant black hair stood on end, and his well-trained body was as lean and functional as a fine statue. His face was well-shaped and full of vital energy. But a man.
　If I had been a female vampire, I would have gladly gone and sucked its blood, but I am a man. It would be a loss to save him. And I'm so afraid of the demise knight that I don't want to help him if there's no benefit.

　I feel like turning on my heel right now and searching for a girl from another prison who has the potential to be delicious.
　I thought it would be a girl because Monica went out of her way to tell me, but I was too disappointed.

I was tricked. ...... It's awful.

What?　I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.

　I'm sure you'll be able to understand why I've been so impressed with your work.
　Monica is overly frightened. But the Demon Lord Rainer's army is the worst. Senri is the only one for me.


　How can I get Senri's blood most comfortably? I looked at the knight like a wounded beast and decided to think hard.