The Bloody Valkyrie

What sounds will she make if I bite off her fingers? I should cut off her ears and feed them to her. No, before doing anything, I’ll drink her blood. It’s the first female prey since I’ve ventured outside, after all.

“Desssseeeerrrrt, fooouuuunnnd.”

After proclaiming so with her mouth wide open, she jumped.

Shalltear easily leaped over the woman, and landed directly in front of the bishop and magic caster.

Before the bishop could even move, Shalltear gently wrapped her hand over his that was grasping the pendant and instantly crushed it. Flattened by the overwhelming grip, the bones in his hand shattered completely. With nowhere left to go, his skin and flesh burst from Shalltear’s palm.

“GAAAAAAAAHHH!!”

Satisfied with the bishop’s screams, Shalltear kindly gave him a gift; she freed him from his pain.

With a swing of her hand, blood sprouted from the bishop’s headless neck. The girl nodded happily as she watched the blood being absorbed into the orb above her head.

Suddenly, a sword interrupted the scene, penetrating through Shalltear from behind. But like a giant tree, she did not budge. It was as if the blade sticking out from her chest was just a trivial inconvenience.

“No way…. it’s not working! Even though this is silver?!”

Seeing Shalltear unfazed by the blade that had clearly passed through her chest— right through the heart, the woman shrieked.

Just a minute ago, the female warrior didn’t have a silver weapon. She must have picked up the dead warrior’s weapon instead.

The information that the magic caster shouted wasn’t wrong, however, it wasn’t completely correct either. A silver weapon by itself was useless against Shalltear. On top of being forged with silver, it would have to be infused with powerful magic, or made of special metals.

Ignoring the woman behind her, Shalltear stared at the magic caster who was still in shock.

His mouth moved quickly.

“[Magic Arrow]!”

As the magic was cast, two arrows of light hurtled towards Shalltear and— vanished in an instant.

Shalltear’s skill— Magic Nullification had activated. It wasn’t perfect, and could be suppressed by those with more powerful magic. But with this much difference in power, the spell was easily nullified.

In other words, what it meant was that the magic caster didn’t have a single way to fight against Shalltear.

“Boorrrrrriiiiiiiiinnngg!”

Having lost interest, Shalltear swung her hand and instantly cut off his head.

Turning around, the lesser vampire and the warrior were still locked in a heated battle.

Shalltear reached her hands towards the two heads on the ground. Grabbing both by the hair, she wore a bored expression as she threw them at both combatants. A mass weighing at least six kilograms, thrown at a frightening speed, the result was obvious. Both of them slowly crumpled to the floor.

All the while Shalltear was ignoring her, the dessert— the female warrior was relentlessly slashing and stabbing at Shalltears’ body.

But it was useless.

Against Shalltear, who didn’t even feel ticklish, let alone pain from her attacks, it was a meaningless action. The only thing it was doing was filling her dress with holes. But even that, since her clothes were of magic quality, would be repaired as long as Shalltear herself was fine.

“Theeeeeeenn! Deeessseeerrrt! Time to eaaaat!”

A laugh like a child who saved her favorite food for last— even so, it was a gross, evil sound. Shalltear turned to the woman attacking her back and met her gaze.

As her vision met with Shalltears’ crimson eyes, the female warrior realized that she was the last one left. With tears glistening in her eyes, she retreated a step, then another. Then, she fervently searched around her belt pouch, looking for something.

Her world now dyed in red, Shalltear stared at her struggle with a relaxed expression. She felt a tiny curiosity over what the woman was trying to do.

She quickly pulled out a bottle and threw it.

Shalltear peered at the bottle that was spinning midair in her direction and grinned.

Although the woman had thrown it with all her might, in Shalltears’ eyes, it was too slow. It was easy to dodge. However, the arrogance of the strong did not allow it. And equally so, Shalltear wanted to see it; the expression on the woman’s face as her last, secret weapon was destroyed.

The desire to kill was overwhelming.

But Shalltear held herself back. The longer she waited, the greater the bliss will be when she finally has a taste.

As Shalltear watched the bottle hurtle towards her, she thought absentmindedly.

Holy water? Or is it liquid fire? Whatever it is, it’s useless. Such a pitiful resistance. As I thought, I’ll slowly drink her blood first, just enough so she doesn’t die. If she’s a virgin, it’ll be fine if I drink till she’s dead. If not, I’ll play around with her a bit, preferably without spilling her blood.

Having decided, Shalltear lazily knocked the bottle aside with one hand. The impact caused the red liquid to escape from the mouth of the bottle, spilling onto her skin.

And then—a slight pain.