“Master, I think they’re just about done.”

Eugene glanced over after hearing Galfredik’s words. The slaves were loading the carriages with the spoils of the battle. All of the carriages were packed to the brim, and their numbers had increased to five in just two days.

“Glade, are you finished?”

“Yes, sir. I think we just need to sort out the dead bodies.”

“Good. Romari.”

“Yes.”

Romari quickly answered. She had been standing still while stealing glances at Eugene. Although she had not been helpful during the many battles that took place until now, her assistance was quite helpful in other ways.

“….. ….. … …..!” As she quietly muttered a spell in an ancient language, a faint light started revolving around the end of Romari’s stick.

The eyes of slaves became filled with awe and subtle fear. They were mere mercenaries or criminals until not long ago. As such, their fear toward Eugene grew even more once they realized that the knight was accompanied by a wizard.

'Where in the world did such a knight come from?'

‘Magic! This is definitely magic. So that’s why he was so strong…’

In fact, their abnormal strength was due to their identity as vampires, but the slaves seemed to have attributed the inhuman strength of Eugene and Galfredik to magic.

Fwooosh!

When the final syllable of Romari’s chanting fell, the gathered corpses were abruptly engulfed in dark red flames. Surprisingly, the bloodstains disappeared from the lifeless...