Translated by A Passing Wanderer
Edited by RED
Hilda was currently riding in the carriage, a pouting expression dominating her face.
With her arms across her chest, she was muttering away in clear displeasure, "Didn't get to hunt a vampire. Didn't even get a chance to stuff a lycan, either! With things like this, what's the point of even going there?"
The leader of the dwarves sitting on the carriage driver's seat, Belrog, could only chuckle wryly at her complaints. 'Yup, she's sulking again.'
The Imperial Capital of Laurensis had suffered a large-scale invasion from the vampires. According to the report, around five hundred Progenitors and over fifty thousand undead had initiated a massive war.
Most importantly of all, even the Vampire King had shown up, which could only mean that the vampires were dead serious about bringing down the Holy Emperor this time.
Too bad for the undead, though...
'They failed.'