The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

27 In a new land. Apparently I am the Prophesized Holy Son

Volume 2: The Sunken Capital of the Sun, Talosheim

The Spies that Marshal Palpapek had sent out to follow the Ghouls' tracks came back soon after reaching the Boundary Mountain Range, just as he had expected.

The report they gave was a strange one, something like,「The mountain range was too precipitous for carriages to pass over, but for some reason there were traces of carriages passing over them.」

Could the Dhampir have turned the carriages into special Magic Items? No, probably not.

「However, the fact that they crossed the mountain range is a fact. With that being the case, giving further chase would be impossible.」(Thomas)

After receiving this report, Thomas Palpapek readily gave up on the Dhampir extermination that the Vampire had requested of him.

In the first place, for him, dealing with the Dhampir wasn't something that he absolutely had to succeed in doing.

It was not as if the Vampires would kill him for failing; he would not lose his own life. His position as the marshal and his court rank as earl were solid and firm.

He would simply use another opportunity to fulfill the Vampires' requests, endure the finance minister's unpleasantries and focus on dealing with this political opponent. This mistake was certainly one that he could recover from.

Of course, he was angry at the Dhampir and his pride had been scarred. But even so, Thomas Palpapek wasn't a naïve enough man to try to finish the Dhampir with no regard for the costs.

「That is how it is. Sorry, but I will not be able to assist you people any further with finishing this Dhampir.」(Thomas)

That was why he wore a calm expression as he delivered this information to the Vampire's familiar that had come to his room as usual. Though the Vampire often mocked Thomas with his words, he would have also expected that Thomas would give up on the chase.

Defeating that Dhampir shouldn't be a completely necessary task for the Vampires, either.

「... According to your theories, that Dhampir is the Ghoul King and he is now headed beyond the mountain range, correct?」(Vampire)

That was why Thomas felt a little surprise when the Vampire spoke not words of ridicule, but this question in a sour tone.

「That is right.」(Thomas)

「Tch, things have become troublesome. Oi, you really cannot assist us any further? You cannot try to make something happen?」(Vampire)

Even through the familiar, Thomas could hear clear impatience in the Vampire's voice that he never would have expected. It was as if the Vampire had made some huge blunder.

「Send out a request for adventurers, or stir up that religious fanatic, you cannot do anything?」(Vampire)

「To be making suggestions that you yourself know to be impossible, you seem to be quite flustered.」(Thomas)

Indeed, it was possible to send out a request to the Adventurers' Guild without mobilizing the soldiers and knights, as long as the funds were there. However, one would have to risk their life just to cross the mountain range. What kind of whimsical people would accept a request that required them to cross this mountain range that contained an unknown number of Devil's Nests, eliminate a Dhampir who was traveling with hundreds of Ghouls and then cross the mountain range again to return home?

Even if he offered enough money to bring his family of earls to ruin, it was likely that none would accept it.

Even the renowned religious fanatic High Priest Gordan had wanted to give chase, but the Church had persuaded him otherwise and he had already left this land for his next holy task.