"I'm still fast enough. I believe in myself. My familiarity with this area should allow me to shake off that guy..."
In his struggle for survival, the vampire viscount felt he had unleashed the full potential of his life.
But then, a voice that terrified it appeared in its ears.
"What's the most important thing in making a monster? Timing? No, it's not that simple."
A pair of hands grabbed its still-flapping wings, and the vampire viscount successfully crashed, his face making intimate contact with the ground.
It wasn't over yet. Just as the unfortunate monster was about to say something, it felt a tearing pain coming from its back.
Its wings, huge black wings, were forcibly torn off its body!
"We need to let the prey move around a lot so that the meat will be of better quality."
Especially gargoyles, or this one in front of me, a good thing imbued with special magic.
Fear and movement can bring out a unique deliciousness that direct slaughter cannot achieve.
While demonstrating and explaining, the audience consisted only of the vampire viscount, further amplifying the fear.
"Under normal circumstances, the wings of these winged monsters are also a good source of food."
As he spoke, El tightened his grip.
"Tear..."
The wings were torn off, washed and wrapped in running water, and El planned to try frying one and grilling the other with honey.
The taste shouldn't be too bad.
The scene was so brutal that even the punitive expedition members watching from a distance couldn't help but cover their eyes with their hands.
Yes, of course, they left enough gaps between their fingers to peek through.
As for the vampire viscount, it couldn't take it anymore.
This is hell, a hell for monsters, and that monstrous hunter is its natural enemy.
"Stop, no... Please, let me go, I'll do anything!"
The loss of its wings temporarily freed it from El's grasp, and it tried to create some distance while simultaneously begging for mercy.
"You can do everything? You're really only thinking about yourself."
"Then I demand that you regenerate my wings. I want to eat roasted chicken wings; one pair isn't enough."
Vampire Viscount: ...
Listen to this, is this even human language?
What do you mean by saying one pair isn't enough, and you're growing another pair? What do you think it is?
"I can't do it, at least not in the short term. Rapid self-healing from organ loss is something only a marquis-level vampire can accomplish. I'm still far from that level..."
"It's a pity, but does that mean the Marquis can have unlimited chicken wings? I'll remember that."
The information that the vampire viscount inadvertently revealed was kept in mind by El, who wrote it down in a recipe so that he could try it out on a vampire marquis when he had the chance.
"As for you, since you can't even give me unlimited chicken wings, you're no longer of any use to me."
The heart and such would definitely be good, but I don't know if the rest of the ingredients are edible.
El thought that the vampires' methods could be referenced from those of the gargoyles.
Anyway, they all have "ghost" in their names and have wings or something, so maybe they're similar?
With a hungry look in its eyes, it scanned the vampire viscount up and down, feeling as if its body had been cut open countless times.
"Hey, is it possible to reconcile?"
"Reconciliation? At this moment? Are you joking?"
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