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Chapter 51 – Each Person’s Life in the Demonic Land (Sylvia)
After being expelled from my homeland of East Kenya, I took my revenge within a few days.
My status had been reduced to that of a slave, so I couldn’t rebuild my family’s home, but the rebel army that was my father’s enemy died in this demonic land. So easily.
“Is it over?”
For many years, my family, which stood on the border of the Elven country and protected the Kingdom of Estinia, was feared as the “Vampire Clan.” In the past, there was a family head who sacrificed the invading elves, impaled them on spikes, and lined them up along the border.
My family has a history that is almost as long as that of the Estinian royal family. There are several reasons why we are called vampires, such as our nocturnal lifestyle, our dislike of churches, and our longevity, but the most famous reason is that we drink blood.
My ancestors, who once survived in the polar regions by drinking the blood of their dead comrades, gained the ability of their comrades, and my family was given a gift from God. By drinking someone’s blood, you can temporarily copy their abilities. Whether it is a gift or a curse depends on the head of the family at the time, but my father accepted it as a gift.
I think it was my father’s influence that made me good at enhancing magic. He never taught me magic that would reduce my opponent’s strength or defense.
“We only suck memories out of blood. It’s not a skill to be used indiscriminately and must not be known. We only borrow it temporarily. Don’t neglect your daily practice. There’s no point in having the ability of even the strongest person if you don’t have a body to use it in.”
This secret technique was passed down from grandfather to father and from father to me, but I think most of the people in the area knew about it. It’s not that we can’t live without blood, but in order to test our abilities, we would periodically suck the blood of monsters or collaborators as part of a ritual.
That’s what the rebels were after.
Not all abilities are positive. There are also abilities that drain your stamina, although they are rare. My father was killed when the blood of someone with such an ability was mixed into the ritual blood.
The soldiers were confused by my father’s death, and it seems that the elves’ invasion was also used to cause them to collapse all at once.
I had come to this demonic land to buy a staff, and I didn’t even know that my father had died. Maybe my uncle let me go because he wanted to protect me. But even though I knew I was going to die, I had no choice but to return to East Kenya.
I was easily captured by the rebel leaders, who were adventurers and made into a slave. I think the reason they didn’t kill me was because they wanted to kill me in the arena as a warning to others.
I promised my late father that I would avenge him with my life, and I went on a rampage, seeing everyone I met as my enemy.
The treatment of nobles who have fallen into slavery is terrible. Even if you have strengthened your magic, malicious violence still resonates in your heart. However, I could not afford to lose. If I gave in, our clan would be finished.
With that in mind, I continued my rampage at the training facility, but in front of Makyo, I was easily overpowered, whether I used magic or not.
No matter what I did, I probably couldn’t beat Makyo with my current skills.
In front of a house-sized monster like the Haze Turtle, all I could do was scream. Makyo easily defeated that monster.
I had been bathed in the blood of the Haze Turtle and had become more powerful, but the swamp in the demonic land contained sleeping and paralyzing potions, so I fainted just from bathing in the water. When I regained consciousness, I found myself naked and lying in the sun in front of a cave.
There was no one here to take care of me. Of course, that was to be expected since I had been brought here as a slave and could do nothing. But I didn’t know what to do.
I was traded as a sex slave, so I thought I would have to be someone’s bedmate at night, but Chel told me I wouldn’t have to do that either.
There was a time when I thought about breaking into Makyo’s room and getting some of his blood. With Makyo’s blood, I should be able to survive in the demonic land a little better. However, even if I tried to attack him while he was sleeping, my knife blade would not cut Makyo. Maybe my power is weak, but no matter how hard I tried, my knife would just be repelled.
I once tried to sneak into his room at night, believing my mother’s words, “Even a man’s sperm is good,” but Makyo didn’t wake up at all, and in the end, I left his room without being able to do anything.
I begged Makyo to somehow train me to fight in the demonic land.
“Why don’t you watch the monsters and find your own way?”
Those words came as a shock to me. In East Kenya, I just listened to my father or uncle and trained, and I never thought about training myself.
When I think about it, everyone in the demonic land decides for themselves what they are going to do and takes action on their own. I suddenly felt ashamed because I came from a noble family. I had said that I wanted to avenge my father, but I hadn’t decided what I was going to do or what my goal was, and I was just being kept alive by Makyo and the others.
If I don’t change, I won’t be able to live in this demonic land.
While I was thinking about dismantling the monsters and grabbing their bones, Makyo asked me, “Is something wrong?” I immediately said, “I was thinking about making weapons and armor,” and so I was appointed as the weapons dealer of the demonic land.
When I had settled down a bit after deciding what to do, the rebels of East Kenya, who were the enemies of my family, attacked.
It was an opportunity I couldn’t have asked for.
Of course, we were outnumbered. There were five of us. Makyo took command and set trap after trap. These weren’t just pit traps. Makyo had created a labyrinth.
There was even a magic circle that would explode on the hill. To be honest, I didn’t believe in powerful magic circles until I saw them, but Makyo was calmly preparing for the East Kenya rebels as if it were natural.
The rebel army appeared in the demonic land as the regular army of East Kenya. There were even magicians who had been hired by the castle. The adventurers who had organized the rebel army cunningly sacrificed their comrades to invade.
The plan went awry, but Makyo quickly set things right. Without hesitation, the lord of this demonic land separated the adventurers from their comrades, trapped them in a maze, and had them attacked by a swarm of monsters.
All I could hear was the sound of the monsters’ footsteps and the screams of the adventurers. Before I knew it, a trampled path had appeared in front of me. Almost none of them were alive.
The corpses of my enemies lay in a flower garden, their blood drained by the plants of the demonic land, their organs eaten by the monsters or crushed.
In just a few tens of seconds, they had turned into a gruesome sight to behold.
I didn’t feel any regret that I couldn’t do it myself.
I was simply too excited to sleep. Makyo and the others went to sleep, but I felt I had to see where the dead enemies had gone, so I stayed up on the hill and watched.
The defeated army continued to carry the wounded and the dead throughout the night, withdrawing completely before dawn. I also returned to the cave and slept for a while.
However, I still did not seem to be able to calm down, and I woke up soon after, still swinging my wooden sword. I went to the entrance of the demonic land and checked the nearby forest to see if anyone was hiding there, but of course, there was no one there. The monsters and plants of the demonic land that were so terrifying were strangely not terrifying after I made them my allies.
“Is it over?”
When Makyo woke up and looked at my chest, I felt ashamed as a woman. At the same time, I realized that I had achieved my goal of revenge and that my daily life had returned.
My daily life in East Kenya was gone, but my daily life in the demon land would continue.
From now on, I would have to survive as a weapons dealer in the demonic land.
It seems that Makyo will be promoted from a landlord to a margrave. The only person who can serve as the lord of this place is Makyo, even if his name changes.
He immediately left for the royal capital.
Jennifer had said that she would marry Makyo. I just thought that was a possibility.
This is a demonic land. It doesn’t matter what race you are, what your background is, or what skills you have. You have to think for yourself, act for yourself, and survive.
That’s all I can do now.
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