The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

Hard Decisions (Part 1)

**Greg**

I guess the combination of hailstorm, sandstorm and thunderstorm, along with tornadoes, did it for the Biorno forces. After I battered them with those foul weathers, they stopped on their attacks, ostensibly to regroup. Their corpses littered the battlefield when the sandstorm dissipated, and their defensive lines were destroyed.

However, the weather also got to our side. See, the problem with the Beastman Saint's god-power was that, it was like a double-edged sword. By now, I could fully control this ability, but as this was meant for 'agricultural purposes', there was no limitation placed on its 'area-of-effect'. Once I cast it and kept on channeling mana to my hands, there was no telling on how wide the weather would be felt.

As such, it ended hitting our own positions in the Conclave, and it caused casualties and destruction as well. Fortunately, all were not severe to be fatal, and I healed them all with the Human Saint's god-power.

"..."

Well, we also used the lull in fighting to reconsider our options. A war council was called, after the Lord Tenguri got better. He was among the injured, shot to the eye when they got trapped in the Biorno ditches, and Lady Baraquiel took command for the rest of the battle. Shevaun also received some wounds, though it was light enough to be left to heal by itself.

"Don't worry, milord," the chamberlain winked at me. "Wounds like these are not an issue for us Usarveds. We heal fast; you can only kill an Usarved when you shoot our heads, hit us in the heart, or utterly destroy our bodies."

"Oh..." Damn...so that's why I saved a lot of Usarveds earlier who were still alive, but was missing almost a half of their bodies. Naturally, those kinds of injuries would immediately kill a human. However, even with that, the Usarved soldiers could still crawl to safety. And the dead ones had injuries on their heads, or their chests.

"Well, but..." she averted her eyes, as I saw her blushing, "...honestly, during these moments, I can use a glass of blood to drink."

"Eh?"

"F-Forget I said something."

I clearly heard that, though. Now that I realized it, Cherflammen had zombies (intelligent, though), goblins, orcs, werewolves (called Tambara), incubi and succubi (under the name Biorno), so...is the Usarved the term of the people of Cherflammen for vampires?

"Eh..." it was the Lady Baraquiel. "I can offer you my blood, but you Usarveds hated its taste, no?"

"Please don't, milady," Shevaun was quick to refuse her offer. "I mean no offense, but I'll get even more tired if I drink your blood."

"How about human blood?" I asked, not necessarily I'm thinking of offering mine. I'm just 'testing the waters'; confirming my hunch.

"The Usarveds love it," the orc lady revealed. "Though as far as I know, they are under oath not to take human blood unless it's offered to them."

I could only stare at Shevaun. All this time, I never knew I was sleeping beside vampires. And the moments I woke up with a stinging sensation in my neck came back to me. Could she possibly be silently drinking my blood all this time?

"Milord, I know that look," the demon chamberlain said. "If you're thinking I'm drinking your blood, then by all means, your student does it as well!"

So you're admitting to the crime!

"I can't help it!" Shevaun defended her actions, "M-M-Milord's b-blood is..."

"Ooh..." Lady Baraquiel chuckled. "You love it's smell, Lady Ilkes?"

The chamberlain sheepishly nodded.