Congratulations! After surviving multiple werewolf bites, you received the [Silver Fang] personal allowance!
[Silver Fang]: When you bite a humanoid of a single type, you can infect them with the werewolf curse if they fail a moderate Vitality roll. On the next full moon, unless the curse is lifted, their species will permanently transform into a werewolf (humanoid/beast).
As Victor Dalton lay in bed with bite marks and scratches all over his body, he suddenly realized. Throughout his life, the adventurer believed he was a man with standards when it came to who he would sleep with.
But when I pressed, I found that he didn't.
Considering the trajectory of his life, keeping company with demons, helping dragons rule the country, being obsessed with the Moon Man's flock, and becoming a half-monster himself, he should have seen this coming.
"I know Pe
K will work like this!" Chocolate gloated beside him.
The worst part was that night was the best night Victor had ever had
The prime minister said: "My Ka
MA scores will drop significantly as a result. "Mir will be very angry.
"Then fake it!" Chocolate suggested cheerfully, like a grown-up shoulder devil. "I believe it can be done with the right spell. Malfoy can help."
A bad influence indeed. "So, uh... what do we do?" Victor asked. "Is your brother going to show up and hold us at gunpoint to get married?"
"Fool, if Croissant found out, he would kill you. Or he would try, and fail."
"I guessed it, but that doesn't answer my question." In fact, while Victor had grown quite fond of her—much more than he thought—he didn't want to settle down with anyone right now, he Love the bachelor lifestyle. On the other hand, he didn't want to hurt her feelings.
Chocolate pulled the blanket towards herself. "No binding."
"Don't tie your shoes?" Victor raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Except with a rope!" I wanted foreplay, tension, excitement! She started growling, a disturbing, crazy look on her face. "You broke into my temple at night with a whip and a crazy light in your eyes! You rode a horse and took me to the desert to hang out with me on the beach!"
As she described her strangest and truly disturbing fantasies, Victor flinched until he reached the end of the mattress. Her formerly adorable face turned into an expression of pure mental distress.
"No, no, I have a better idea to make it more fun. We need chains, an altar, electric clay, a sheep, and a knife!"
…
In hindsight, this may have been a mistake.
A huge mistake.
"But, but you started using Pe on me once a week
k begins and continues until the end of the mating season. "She wanted to bite his shoulder, but Vic stopped her with his hands.
"I'm going to drink some healing potion downstairs first." She consumed 1/5 of his HP, and this raid taught him the importance of always being at your best. And, he needed some breathing room.
Victor put on his dressing gown and left the room, while Chocolat hummed cheerfully and closed the door behind him with a sigh of relief.
…
…
He beeped.
Victor knew he shouldn't breed with a madman, but he did it anyway.
He needs to escape town. No, the entire country. He must escape!
Charlene told him that many churches had begun to encourage adventurers to discover new lands and even started to form expedition fleets. He had to get on the first boat and run, run, run!
America? Antarctica? Anywhere!
No, no, if he disappears without warning, Vankel will summon him! He's trapped!
Think about it, Victor, think about it!
To gain time. Drink the potion to satisfy the werewolf's appetite and find a way to get out of this mess alive.
The frightened minister walked downstairs to the dining room, where his undead servant always kept a large supply of healing potions on the table. He found Allison waiting for him there, along with a group of butlers. "Al?" Victor raised his eyebrows. "What are you doing at my house in the middle of the night?"
"I have helped Vankel complete his (Feng Shui Master) training and came to visit him," the fairy replied. "He got angry when I told him he had to make the seeds grow magically, rather than with something more 'boasty.' He called it slave work."
"But he did it anyway?"
"He tried it, but I had to promise him that he would dig out a precious metal mine with this new class first," Allison replied. "Because Ishfania is another Iberia, I'm sure we can find some in the south."
You can make more money from developing countries than going on adventure safaris. Halloween and the confrontation with Icefang were less than six months away, and while Winkle despised draconic activities, his hatred for his opponent and desire to surpass him overrode his pride.
Once they stabilized Winkle's new empire, Victor guessed they could turn their sights outward.
If he lives that long.
"Vic, what happened?" Allison asked him worriedly. "You look like a soldier who volunteered for a suicide mission."
"Yes," Victor blushed after finishing the bottle of wine.
You've recovered all your HP... now.
"No, seriously, what happened?" the dryad insisted. "I'm your friend. If you're in trouble, I'll do anything to help you."
"I sleep with chocolaty."
Allison paused briefly. "Sleep, or sleep—sleep?" Her question somehow sounded like it. "Have you ever thought about committing suicide?"
"Slept-b
ed.”
The dryad looked at him, amazed at his stupidity, sympathetic at his cruel fate, and strangely awed by his bravery. "Vic, you are a brave man," she said at last. "But you're also an idiot."
"You arranged a date for me!"
"Yes, a friendly date so she won't pester you anymore. I didn't expect you to actually cross this point of no return." Alison shook her head and bit her lip. "You know it's mating season for werewolves until the end of this month, right?"
A chill ran down his spine. "She said she was on birth control pills."
"Don't turn into a werewolf on a full moon, but not that part."
Victor's eyes grew hollow as a hellish frost seized his heart and shattered his hopeful spirit.
"Thank God, I don't think half-dragons and werewolves can have children," Allison tried to reassure him. "But just to be sure, don't do it again until June. She's upstairs, right?"
"You must save me," Victor implored her. "You are her best friend and the priestess of Cupid. Love advice is your job."
Allison clasped her hands together, angrily considering the incident as if her friend's life depended on it. Because it did!
"Maybe you could learn to live with it?" she suggested sheepishly. "When you get to know her, you find that she is kind and loyal. You learn to live with dragons; you tolerate her quirks and learn to enjoy them."
"She hid a knife covered in blood under my bed."
"But you still like her enough to go on a date with her and plan a second date. Maybe you're just getting cold feet because you're afraid of the responsibility."
"She was...she was so nervous," Victor said. "She scared me to death."
"Maybe you should tell her and set boundaries. Maybe you're just not ready to go too far just yet."
"I didn't want to hurt her feelings," Victor admitted. He has fallen in love with her but doesn't know how to deal with it. And it’s such a jerk that they did it right after they got married. "I think she'll take that as a rejection and start killing her 'rivals.'"
"There are solutions," Alison said with a sigh. "But none of them are good."
“Anything is better than the alternative.”
The terrifying sound of magical alarms in the manor interrupts Allison before she can offer an escape route. "Invaders?" Breeding averted! Victor immediately glanced at one of his undead servants. "Bring me my bazooka!"
"Bazooka?" Alliso
Blinked.
"The rocket launcher solves all problems," Victor replied, rushing towards the foyer with her and his skeleton.
They found a huge wolf in the center of the room, surrounded by undead soldiers, trampling the door with its claws. "Where is she?" Croissant growled with his ferocious body. "Where is she?!" My sister suddenly disappeared from our house and I followed her scent there!"
"Oh, croissants..." Tears of relief flowed down Victor's cheeks. "Are you here to save me?"
"Do you think you can blackmail me?" Croissant replied with a growl. "I don't know how you caught me, but taking my sister hostage? I'm going to kill you for that!"
"Nobody's killing anyone," Allison said, putting her hands on her hips. "Croissant, chocolate is... just chocolate. She's probably the only one who's happy with the situation right now."
"Thank the gods for croissants," Victor said as one of his skeletons handed him a bazooka. "I take back everything I said about you. I've never been so happy to see you!"
"What does this mean?" Croissant suddenly stared at the minister's dressing gown. "Wait, what are the bite marks on your neck?" Why...why do you smell like her?"
good question. A better question is, why does Victor suddenly hear ominous operatic background music?
"What did you do?" Croissant showed his fangs. "You half-dragon bastard, what have you done?"
"Croissant, please forgive me; I fucked your sister."
The background music suddenly stopped and was replaced by tense silence. Croissant stood there in surprise, then glared angrily at the minister.
"Then enjoy your herpes."
…
"What?" Victor blinked.
“Enjoy herpes,” Croissant repeated with a triumphant smile.
"You are lying," said the minister. "You're lying. You're playing with me!"
"You don't know where she went," Croissant taunted him, clearly delighted at having outmaneuvered his opponent for the first time.
Allison tried to comfort him. "Vic, if this is true, I can still cure you both."
"That's not the point!" The minister sighed. Even if it were true and he was immune to disease, the thought of...ah... "Croissant, she's upstairs. You can take her home."
Much to his dismay, he seemed to waver between his brotherly overprotectiveness and his pure resentment of Victor. "I don't know," he said. "You know what they say...it's too late to recover."
Victor grabbed the bazooka and pointed it at the werewolf. "Croissant, you will do your duty as a brother and bring her home and defend her honor."
"What? !"
"I have a bazooka and I'm not afraid to use it!"
"Vic, calm down," Allison said, trying to defuse the situation.
"The blackmail failed, you successfully saved your sister, everyone is happy!" Victor roared, then frowned. "Wait. Why do you think I would use her to blackmail you?"
"You didn't..." At this moment, Croissant realized that he had said too much. "Oh. Nothing."
"You said Victor was targeting you." Allison's eyebrows narrowed.
"Because he is a piece of dragon shit!" Croissant denied this.
Did the werewolf think Victor was targeting him? For what reason? What did Croissant do to make him kidnap his sister? It must have been something serious. Maybe it has something to do with Charlene?
"It's you." Victor's eyes widened and he put the puzzle pieces together. "It was you who intercepted the letters from Charlene and the Adventurer's Guild and delivered them to our enemies."
At this point, the werewolf realized he had exposed himself.
So he tried to rush out of the room, but Allison cast a spell. "Accelerate Beastba
e!”
The satyr fired a sacred green beam at the werewolf, hitting him in the back as he stepped on a skeleton on his way outside. The spell immediately pushed him to the ground. "Damn it!" cursed the croissant.
"I've been dealing with werewolves on the full moon for months," Allison said. "You can't go anywhere."
"Why?" Victor asked. "Why did you betray us?"
"You betrayed? I have never been on your side!" Croissant's eyes flashed with anger. "You and that dragon ruined my life! You burned my home down, set traps for me, treated me like trash, and stole my girlfriend! I'm tired of being humiliated all the time!"
"Steal? Charlene dumped you because you wanted to eat her, and you wanted to sacrifice me first!" Victor protested.
"Your boss's customer ate all my sheep and two of them mated on my roof!"
"You are going to the dungeon for your betrayal," Victor said dejectedly. "You can't take her back."
Congratulations! Because a traitor was caught among you, you have been promoted to the [Grand Vizier] level!
+30 hp, +10 sp, +1 ski, +1 i
t, +2 cha, +1 lack.
"Do you have any accomplices?" Victor asked.
"It doesn't matter." The werewolf replied. "You're too late. It comforts me that you and the dragon have been beeped."
"We survived Brandon Moore," Allison said, siding firmly with the administration. "No matter what your 'friends' have prepared, we can defeat them."
"You idiot, they're already in town. You let them in."
