The Vampire Hunter’s Request
Serulis tried to explain after rolling into the room.
“N-no. That’s not what this is.”
“What is it then?”
I stared at her.
Serulis lowered her head.
“That was not very polite of you.”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
Serulis apologized earnestly. That was a good thing.
“You should apologize to Shia as well.”
“I’m very sorry.”
She said and bowed.
“Oh, no. But you must not tell anyone else, understand?”
“Yes. I’m very sorry.”
And she seemed to mean it.
“In any case, you should come inside too, Luchila. And you can stay here, Serulis.”
“Really? Even after eavesdropping?”
“It’s fine. I want to introduce you two to Shia.”
Serulis looked a little nervous.
Luchila said nothing but walked inside with Gerberga.
I sat them both down in chairs.
“This is Shia. She is a B Ranking Adventurer who is a Warrior and Scout. She is also a beastkin vampire hunter.”
“I am Shia!”
“In fact, she helped me kill a Vampire Lord recently.”
I said. Serulis muttered, ‘Oh.’
She was impressed.
Gerberga clucked as if to say hello. Luchila nodded.
“And this is Serulis. A pure Warrior and F Rank Adventurer.”
“I’m Serulis. I’m Mister Locke’s apprentice.”
Serulis introduced herself as my apprentice out of nowhere.
I didn’t remember ever agreeing to such a thing.
“So you are his apprentice.”
Shia said believingly. This was annoying.
“…She’s not my apprentice. Serulis is Goran’s daughter.”
Shia looked surprised.
It was probably because she looked rather delicate compared to the rough Goran.
“And this is the demon, Luchila. And the one he is carrying is the God Fowl Lord Gerberga.”
“The God Fowl that you were just saying the vampires were searching for.”
Shia was at a loss for words.
The chicken that she thought they were going to have to search for was right in front of her.
It was no wonder she was surprised.
“I witnessed the God Fowl’s powers a short while ago. It turned an Arch Vampire into dust while it was transforming with just a cry.”
“So then the legend is true.”
Then Shia stood up and bowed before Gerberga.
“Lord God Fowl. It is an honor to meet you.”
Gerberga clucked loudly.
He exuded a magisterial aura.