Trembling.

My whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

Vampires are a demon race with excellent blood magic and life force control. As a vampire count, he shouldn't be unable to even control his own body.

But this is the situation right now. Count Page felt that every bone and every cell in his body was screaming and shouting.

We must leave this place! We must leave immediately! We will die! We will absolutely die!

"What is this...?"

The aura it sensed bore a striking resemblance to that of the Gluttonous Lord who had wreaked havoc in the demon realm and slaughtered his own demons.

No, you can't say it's similar; it's practically identical!

The kind of fear that one feels even when simply passing through the ruins left by the Lord of Gluttony, the despair and helplessness of being reduced to ashes in the next second.

The moment I saw El, it was magnified countless times.

Fear was nearly shattering the vampire count's sanity, and his beliefs were being tested.

Many known clues converge at this moment, leading to a fact that it is unwilling to admit or accept.

Why does the hero give me the feeling of the Lord of Gluttony?

Why did that Gluttonous Lord go on a rampage, slaughtering our own kind?

Why did the Lord of Gluttony's power completely overwhelm the other demons, preventing them from even leaving enough clues?

Why is it that the moment when the Lord of Gluttony stops his activities is exactly the moment when the hero returns?

The answer is this: our newly crowned Demon King, the Lord of Gluttony, the King of the Wild Hunt, the Demon King who destroys everything, his true identity is none other than a human hero!

He cried out silently in his heart, but in the real world, the vampire count had lost the power to speak.

It simply maintained its initial standing posture, watching their "king" sit on the float, moving forward with the crowd below, and occasionally waving to the supporters around it.

Ah, what an approachable, kind, and gentle hero he appears to be.

However, upon realizing Al's other identity, the vampire count was unable to even move his body.

When faced with extreme fear, they may lose the ability to move, which is a way to avoid the attention of predators by remaining motionless.

The vampire count's will to survive meant that his instincts suppressed his consciousness's control over his body.

The few subordinates standing nearby, unaware of the truth, saw the vampire count standing there with wide eyes and assumed he was angry.

"As expected of a vampire noble of earl level, they are indeed different from us."

"Look, none of us dare look at that hero, afraid of being noticed, but Lady Peppa is staring right at him."

The whispers among its subordinates filled Peppa with despair. It didn't want this either; its legs were weak and it couldn't move. Could a magician come and carry it back to sit down?

Despair grew in Paige's heart as she stared at Al, her heart filled with fear and resentment.

"Why, why, our king, why did you have to be the Demon King?"

As both a hero and a demon king, you have taken the crown, but you are destined to bring death to your people.

Our king, can you hear the cries of your people? Can you see the endless silence of death?

It wanted to question whether the legendary Demon King's inheritance ceremony was blind, and whether the guy below was a demon.

The vampire count even had an urge to jump down and shout, to let everyone know the true identity of this monster.

But at that moment, El looked around, his eyes seemingly glancing unintentionally at the windowsill where the vampire count was.