The Great Pirate Era.
The great seas surge and churn, powerhouses destroy and annihilate, each fighting their own battles. It's utterly—
Demotivating!
I, Russil Kuro, age tw...
Geralt was also observing the young man; he had hair as black as night, much like Yennefer...
But his face was strange; he wasn't from around here. He was wearing a coat with nothing underneath, revealing a muscular chest and white fur on the shoulders, looking very wealthy, not like a commoner...
"Um, how about I pay on credit? I'll pay you after I'm familiar with this place. How much was it again?" Kuro asked.
"You're not a Temurian?" Vesemir asked after scrutinizing Kuro.
"Temuria? Is that the name of the region? No, I'm just a traveler. If it's convenient, could you temporarily act as my guide? Of course, I'll pay you." Kuro smiled.
When you need someone's help, you should of course greet them warmly.
Geralt and Vesemir exchanged a glance, both sensing that something was amiss.
But the badge on his chest didn't vibrate; the other party wasn't a monster, but a perfectly normal human...
Buzz!
The badge on their chests suddenly vibrated, more violently than any monster they had ever encountered!
Zzzzz!
Geralt and Vesemir instantly drew their silver swords, assumed fighting stances, and their expressions became extremely solemn.
They can maintain a human form so well that they can't even tell, they can speak and communicate, and even the badge takes some time to register...
"A high-ranking vampire?!" Geralt asked uncertainly.
"No, it's even more terrifying than that..."
Vesemir remained expressionless, but a hint of panic crept into his voice, "Geralt, I'll hold him off..."
"Gentlemen, isn't it a bit impolite to draw your sword and attack someone before you've even exchanged a few words? I don't drink human blood, nor am I a vampire."
Kuro stretched out a hand and hooked it forward. The two felt their hands loosen, and two silver swords suddenly flew up and spun around the strange man.
"Silver?"
Kuro tapped the material of the sword, a strange look on his face. "A sword with added silver, how can it still be so sharp?"
Those blood-red monsters were cut down by this sword, but judging from their physical qualities, they clearly possessed a physical strength that was not afraid of ordinary swords.
"Spell!"
Geralt and Vesemir were somewhat stunned; a large monster that could maintain its human form had easily disarmed them.
When did such a huge monster appear in Temuria...?
Was it caused by war?