The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

89 Acquiring milk

The Pure-breed Vampires worshipping Hihiryushukaka, the Evil God of Joyful Life, had gathered in a room illuminated by the beautiful moonlight streaming in through the windows.

However, one of the three chairs was empty.

"Good grief, things have been far too noisy as of late. Don't you think so, Gubamon?"

"The most disagreeable thing for me is being called out here by you, however, Birkyne."

At a table that should have seated three people, Birkyne, who resembled a young nobleman, faced Gubamon, who resembled an evil, elderly mage.

"Please don't be in such a foul mood," said Birkyne. "The collection you love so much won't mind you leaving for a little while. More importantly, it would be best to deal with the matter that we have been discussing. If we are not careful, we will lose our balance."

The matter that Birkyne was referring to was the information leak by the Guild Master of Nineland's Mages' Guild, Kinarp, and his subordinates.

Thanks to their information, damage had of course been done to Ternecia's faction who had been making deals with Kinarp, but the damage suffered by Birkyne and Gubamon's subordinates and those cooperating with them couldn't be ignored, either.

The Vampires had placed their roots deep in the Amid Empire, but their venomous fangs had been planted just as deep in the Orbaume Kingdom.

The Pure-breed Vampires had existed since a hundred thousand years ago. They knew from experience that if all of their influence was gathered in one country, they would be burned if that country was to fall to ruin. In an era where two great nations existed, they would extend their reach into both nations.

That was why it was painful that those who had infiltrated the Orbaume Kingdom were being hunted down.

"Lose our balance?" Gubamon repeated, and then his wrinkled face twisted as he let out a cackle. "When did you grown so fainthearted, Birkyne? No matter how many of our subordinates and those working with them are hunted down, it is impossible for us to be at risk," he said. "If we leave them to be hunted down, those humans will eventually be satisfied. There will be none who can reach us, and even if there are, we simply need to kill them."

There was some truth to his words. No matter how many of their subordinates were exterminated, the darkness enshrouding the Vampires was deep. If blessed with incredible fortune, the humans might be able to play with the Vampire society's tail. It was absolutely impossible for them to reach the Pure-breed Vampires at the head of the society.

And even if there were some heroes among heroes who managed to reach them, the Pure-breed Vampires would simply turn on them and kill them.

If the Pure-breed Vampires were on their own, it was possible that they could be defeated by an A-class adventurer party, an S-class adventurer or an S-class adventurer backed up by several A-class adventurers.

But they were not on their own.

The Pure-breed Vampires normally competed against each other pointlessly, but they had made a pledge that they would work together to stand against mutual enemies attacking from the outside.

Thanks to that, they had even managed to escape when they were attacked ninety thousand years ago by heroes with the divine blessings of Bellwood and Nineroad, who had become heroic gods. Five thousand years after that, they had emerged victorious in a battle against Pure-breed Vampires who worshipped a different evil god. They had been able to overcome many other dangers after that as well.