Vampires exist in books, shows, and movies… BUT IN NEW ERIDU?!
Ellen Joe discovers her quiet classmate Phaga isn’t just reserved—he’s a vampire looking for a job!
Between school...
Hmm? Is there something else I need to do?
Fagar frowned and was about to get up when he didn't expect someone to react faster than him.
A blur flashed by, and when Fagga came to his senses, he only saw a tail wagging in front of him.
The owner of the tail was grabbing the vice-captain's hair and pulling it back, his eyes so fierce that the vice-captain almost thought he was going to be eaten.
Eileen tugged again, the giant scissors pressed against the vice-captain's waist, exerting a slight forward force. The icy touch sent a chill down his spine, and he immediately howled in pain, begging for mercy.
Seeing their pathetic state, Eileen snorted coldly and questioned, "Who sent you?"
"I'm just a vice-captain, how would I know!"
The vice-captain immediately screamed, his voice tinged with grievance.
Not to mention him, even the squad leader next to him was just a nobody in the rebel army. How could he be qualified to know who the boss who assigned the commission was?
Moreover, these two were relatively good; at least they knew the exact identity of the person they were supposed to kill.
But the rest of the lower-ranking rebels knew nothing; they just grabbed a gun and came over without even a sound engine.
"Is there anything else you're hiding?" Ellen questioned again.
The vice-captain, fearing he might be too slow to respond, shook his head repeatedly, his whole body trembling, and said in a panic, "No, no, absolutely not!"
"I have truly told you everything you asked!"
"whispering sound!"
Seeing the fear on the vice-captain's face, Eileen couldn't help but gasp.
She knew the vice-captain wouldn't dare lie, but the thought of their target being Fagar made Ellen's anger rise.
Before long, she could no longer suppress her anger; her overwhelming rage was like a river bursting its banks, completely out of control.
Bang!
Eileen forcibly grabbed the vice-captain's hair and threw him to the ground with brute force.
Everyone looked surprised upon seeing this, and Lycaon even called out Elaine's name directly.
"Eileen!"
Lycahn's past habits led him to believe that Ellen would stop, and although she was quite unwilling, she would eventually choose to obey.
However, Ellen did not!
Her gaze hesitated for a moment, and just when most people thought she would calm down, she suddenly raised the giant scissors, the cold blade pointing directly at the vice-captain's abdomen.
"don't want..."
The vice-captain's eyes trembled slightly, his gaze fixed on the blade without blinking, his voice distorted with fear.
Buzz!
Eileen exerted her strength, and the giant shears crashed down!
The vice-captain watched helplessly, thinking death was imminent, and closed his eyes in despair.
Just as his eyes were about to close completely, a long sword suddenly entered his field of vision, bringing hope once again.
Han!
The giant scissors were deflected.
The tiles shattered on the floor, and tiny pebbles flew everywhere, many hitting the vice-captain's face.
It hurts so much!
Yet it felt very comfortable!
The vice-captain finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But Eileen didn't feel relieved at all. She looked up with a hint of grievance and asked in confusion, "Faga?"
"Let's spare his life for now; we still need to get some information from him."
Faga shook his head, pinched Elaine's cheek, pulled her aside, and turned back to say, "Mr. Lykan, I'll leave the rest of the questioning to you."
After saying that, Fagar took Ellen and left.
They found a quiet spot, and there happened to be a bench where the two of them sat close together.
Phagpa sat down first.
Eileen looked at him with some anger, appearing very unhappy.
This is easy to understand, since she was angry because Fagga was being targeted, but in the end it was Fagga who stopped her from losing her temper.
"Well...you know, they deserve to die, but not now..."
Seeing Ellen's expression, Fagga had no choice but to lower his voice and tentatively speak.
Admittedly, even if we disregard the factor of Fagga, those who become rebels are unlikely to have clean hands.
New Arietu is part of the post-disaster reconstruction, but it already has an effective order.