âAll right, Dark Lord,â Wolfgan answered before stretching his neck and uttering a long cry. During their trip together, he changed the way he addressed Eugene.
Awwwoooooooooo~~!!!
Vigor and strength could be felt in the resounding roar, and it echoed all the way through the wide fields and gentle hills to the Perseus Mountains in the distance. After uttering a few more cries that were calling his kind, Wolfgan turned his head. âThey will be here soon.â
âI understand.â
However, soon passed, and no one came. Only a few beowulfs lived among humans and other races, and the majority of them lived in the wild. For them, âsoonâ meant quite a long while. Eventually, after waiting for more than twenty minutes, Eugene could see a group of beowulfs coming toward them in the distance. They looked similar to Wolfgan in appearance.
Gulp!
Someone gulped without realizing it. There was nothing to be afraid of as long as Eugene was here. But the sight of about ten groups of beowulfs, each consisting of around seven to eight members, was definitely overwhelming and intimidating. It was a known fact that a group of two or three lycanthropes could hunt trolls without difficulties. A group of lycanthropes could kill an ogre. Moreover, lycanthropes were without intelligence, while beowulfs were capable of reason and thinking.
It was only natural for ordinary humans to feel overwhelmed at the sight of more than a hundred of such monsters rushing toward them.
âWolfgan! Whatâs going on!? Are you out of your mind? Where do you think this is? You dare to bring a small fang?â
âWere you beaten up?â
âYou fool! Are you asking for help after losing to a small fang?â
âIf I were you, I would have died fighting! Youâre less than a mutt!â
âHave your teeth gone rotten? Why donât you just pull out your fangs?â
Befitting their reputation as a battle-born race, the newly arrived beowulfs immediately poured out curses, reproach, and ridicule as soon as they saw Wolfganâs pack.
âHuh? You little rotten mutt, there you are!â
âFucking little brat. You dare to seduce my sister when your tail hasnât even fully grown yet?â
Some of the beowulfs, who were already on bad terms, suddenly started growling at each other before openly grabbing each other by the collar. It was truly a ridiculous scene.
âKiehhâŠÂ What a mess. I guess you would expect a dogfight from mutts, anyway,â Mirian muttered.
Eugene agreed wholeheartedly.
âEven if they are of the same race, it seems that thereâs no mercy when they become divided.â
It was truly dumbfounding. The beowulfs completely shared the habit of living in small groups under a leader, just like regular wolves.
Wolfgan appeared to be embarrassed, as well as angry at being cursed. He turned toward Eugene and spoke, âDark Lord. Like I said, our race is a bitâŠâ
âI will take care of it,â Eugene responded.
Even as the beowulfs scuffled among themselves, they continued to emit fierce killing intent toward Eugeneâs party. Eugene looked over them before raising his voice. âListen to me, beowulfs of Perseus.â
The beowulfs started to murmur even before Eugene finished his first sentence.
âThat cheeky little fang dares?â
âDoes he have a death wish?â
âLetâs let him talk. We should at least listen to what he has to say.â
âThatâs right. Wolfgan isnât some weak little mutt. Look at the way theyâve been pummeled.â
As members of a race capable of reason, the beowulfs were quick to recognize hints. A few were still ready to fight at a momentâs notice, but the majority of beowulfs folded their arms or squatted in place to listen to Eugeneâs following words.
âThere is a reason why Wolfgan, a member of the Perseus Beowulfs, has become like thisâŠâ Eugene calmly recounted the series of events. He didnât lie or exaggerate, and he only told nothing but the truth. Even Wolfganâs pack was surprised.
ââŠSo, Iâm here to claim my ransom,â Eugene concluded.
The beowulfs clamored once again.
âIt was Wolfganâs fault.â
âYeah. We sent him because he gets along with the humans the best out of us.â
âBut isnât it true that the hunting ground will be affected by such a large movement of roamers? The lords of humans may even blame us for it.â
âThatâs right. They act all nice and good when we are helping them, but if anything happens, they will immediately push the blame onto us.â
âTheyâre so simple.â
Eugene came to a certain realization during the two days he had traveled with Wolfganâs pack and that was the fact that they were simple creatures. How could he put it? Although beowulfs were rough and loved fighting, to put it nicely, they were simple and naĂŻve. Their characteristic was made even clearer after they heard why Wolfgan had been chosen as a representative. He was the smartest of the Perseus Beowulfs, and he could communicate well with other races.
âI loved it when Lord Crawlmarine ruled! He knew how to properly treat a warrior. It was blazing hot back then.â
âYou donât like the eldest son who succeeded him, do you?â
âDonât like? Heâs garbage!â
âWe chased away those knights from the continent for him, but all he gave us was twenty cows. What a petty bastard!â
The beowulfs busily chatted among themselves with no regard for the current situation, but thanks to their carelessness, Eugene obtained a very important piece of information.
Boom!
Eugene stamped his feet, and the beowulfs immediately turned their gazes towards him.
âThe ransom. I am not done talking yet,â Eugene said.
âAh, thatâs right. But we have nothing to give, so what should we do?â
âCanât we just kill Wolfganâs pack? Thereâs nothing else we can give for him.â
âHey! Heâs still your cousin. We shouldnât just kill him off. Instead, letâs help him, and maybe we can ask him to pull out one of his claws for us later.â
The beowulfs started babbling. It was clear that they would never stop talking amongst themselves at this rate. As such, Eugene raised his voice. âThe ransom will be the equivalent of a knight for each beowulf. The price will be based on where I come from, though I will give you a huge bargain. There are nine altogether, and it will be 1,800 silver coins. 180,000 cellings. Give it to me.â
âWhoaâŠ!â
The beowulfs expressed their shock. Although they lived by themselves in the wild, it wasnât as if they were clueless about money. They would sometimes fight as mercenaries for human lords or head to human villages or cities to buy necessary goods.
âWe donât have that much money. Just kill them.â
âWhat if we kill the little fangs instead? They look like they have a lot of money.â
âSince they were able to defeat Wolfgan, he must be at least a banneret. If we touch him, the clans will come in flocks and do all sorts of dirty, scummy things to us. Since we, the Perseus Beowulfs, are honorable. We should kill Wolfganâs group since they provoked them and lost.â
The yellow eyes of Wolfganâs pack shook violently at the words of their kin.
âBrothers, relatives!â Wolfgan shouted with all his might.
âYou were the ones who sent me to take care of the roamer problem, so you canât just tell me to die now! Although I made a mistake, all of you arenât free from responsibility either! The roamers are still out there! Someone will have to go out to take care of it!â Wolfgan continued.
âKhung! Thatâs true.â
âThen what should we do about this?â
âWhat else? Just let him pay with his life. We will pick someone else from the pack andâŠâ
âI will take care of it!â Eugene interrupted the beowulfs with a shout mixed with a little bit of fear. The beowulfs jumped in surprise and observed him.
Eugene quickly continued before anyone else could interrupt him. He felt as if he would stumble into insanity if he continued to converse with the crazy dogs any longer. âThe ransom of 180,000 cellings. Help me, instead. The Perseus Beowulfs. I will hire you.â
âHoooh!â
âThatâs not a bad idea!â
The beowulfs showed interest.
Eugene continued. âStrong warriors. Give me about twenty of them. I will get rid of the ransom. I will treat them honorably like brothers. In addition...â Eugene paused for a moment. The beowulfs were staring at him as if they were possessed. Then, he continued and drove the final nail into the coffin. âCrawlmarine. I will return it to normal. I am the Dark Lord. Jan Eugene!â
***
The rest was history.
The beowulfs became quite cooperative after hearing the title âDark Lord,â which was a title given to the high lords of vampires. Eugene didnât find it necessary to reveal his true identity as an Origin. Judging from the atmosphere, even if he revealed his status, it wouldnât cause a huge shock as it did with the vampires. Moreover, it was highly unlikely that the beowulfs would treat him any differently.
Instead, the beowulfs were much more focused on Eugeneâs proposal rather than his status.
- He would solve the problem with the roamers and clean up the mess on their hunting grounds.
- He would eliminate the ransom of Wolfganâs pack and divide any spoils of the expedition fairly.
- He would restore the harmonious, respectful relationship that the Perseus Beowulfs had with the Crawlmarine territory.
- He would allow them to fight the strong figures of Brantia as much as they wanted.
In particular, the last condition was decisive. Although the beowulfs liked to fight, they considered it dishonorable to pick a fight or harm others without reason. But that didnât mean they adhered to chivalry like human knights. They simply didnât fight without a âprice.â
However, the territories around the Perseus Mountains were quite poor, so the only lord capable of hiring expensive mercenaries like the beowulfs had been the previous count of Crawlmarine.
The beowulfs ended up fighting in the crusade, but once Count Crawlmarine died and his eldest son succeeded the territory, they were simply given twenty cows as compensation.
The beowulf warriors ended up smashing the Crawlmarine territory up after the betrayal, and the relationship between the two groups significantly soured. Of course, the beowulfs had completely forgotten about the mess they caused in the Crawlmarine territory and only recalled the twenty cows.
After the incident, the beowulfs had been suppressing their tempers by hunting at the edge of the mountain range, and as such, Eugeneâs proposal felt like the opportunity of their lifetime.
The beowulfs chose to vote on the matter, and everyone came to a unanimous agreement. More than fifty members volunteered to go with Eugene.
âEach pack. Middle rank, come out,â Eugene spoke. Twelve beowulfs, male and female, stepped out like lightning.
âGalfredik,â Eugene said.
âKehehe! Iâve been waiting.â Galfredik stepped forward with a grin. The beowulf warriors appeared a little puzzled.
âOne small fang? What is he going to do?â
âWhat else? That man. If you win, I will take you,â Eugene responded. A murderous light appeared in the eyes of the beowulfs at Eugeneâs words.
Galfredik picked up an iron mace in each hand. His physique was no less than the beowulfs. Then, he gave a vicious smile before speaking in Brantian. Although his words were clumsy, his meaning was clearly conveyed. âLittle mutts. One at a time, no. All together. Good.â
ââŠ?!â
âCome here, you little bastards. Woof, woof.â Galfredik continued.
âPuhahahahaha!â Lanslo burst into laughter, and the warriors of the Perseus Beowulfs rushed toward the Originâs vassal like rabid dogs. However, the beowulfs were simply too large for twelve of them to attack Galfredik all at once. Instead, three rushed at Galfredik from the front, and one jumped up into the air and swung his sharp claws at Galfredik.
The claws of beowulfs were sharp enough to cut through chainmail, but Galfredikâs mace was essentially a rod made from a pure block of iron.
Kakakakang!
Galfredik sidestepped in a beautiful motion and deflected the attacks of the beowulfs. Then, he directed his foot toward the scrotum of the one attacking from above.
Thuck! Kakang!
Galfredik ignored the desperate screams and brushed past the three warriors. He swung his mace toward the fighters who were standing at the back. The beowulf warriors instinctively sensed danger, but it was already too late.
Galfredik wasnât an instinctive fighter like themselves, but instead, an engineer who had trained and studied how to effectively beat and kill his opponents, regardless of their race. With the addition of the power and the speed of a vampire, a one-sided beating was just a simple procedure for him.
Dull thuds were accompanied by pained screams. Blood and grey hairs splashed and scattered. The warriors attempted to press him with force in desperation, but a real knight knew how to utilize their opponentâs strength against them to skillfully counter. In the first place, Galfredik wasnât inferior to the beowulfs in strength as the vassal to an Origin.
A blow after tripping them, a blow to the back of their head after pretending to block their claws, a blow to the abdomen after avoiding an attack.
Three minutes later, twelve beowulf warriors whimpered on the ground with broken claws and fangs. They could recover fast, but they werenât immune to pain.
âPhewâŠâ Galfredik took a big breath after taking off his helmet. He seemed quite exhausted, perhaps because he had fought without restraining himself.
Clap!
But Galfredik slapped himself hard to refresh himself, then gave a vicious smile toward the other beowulfs. The beowulfs were fixated in place, staring at the incredulous scene with disbelief. âDisobedient mutts. Stick is the solution. I can beat you all day.â
Wolfganâs pack and the other beowulfs shuddered after hearing Galfredikâs words. The race born to battle had been overwhelmed in a battle.
***
âWolfganâs pack. Thirty in all, right?â Eugene asked.
âT-thatâs right. Small fang. No, Dark Lord.â The oldest of the packs nodded. They had already reverted their transformation, and they were glancing at Eugene and Galfredik with unsettled gazes.
âGood. Then the basic contract will be for three months. Until then, no pay. Afterward, they will be treated as knights. We will share spoils. Objection?â Eugene stated.
âNone.â
âGood. Then we will leave.â
A total of thirty warriors, a mixture of male and female, followed behind Eugene, including some of the beowulfs who had been beaten like dogs by Galfredik, as well as some of the strongest warriors of each pack. Since their clothes would rip when they transformed, the beowulfs were dressed in ragged clothes. They looked quite pitiful. However, the remaining members of the Perseus Beowulfs could not say anything as they watched their siblings and children depart.
âNo wonder Wolfganâs pack was destroyed. I have never seen a little fang that fights so well.â
âIsnât he stronger than the king?â
âIâm not sure. Iâve never seen the king.â
âAt least they wonât die with such strong little fangs by their sides.â
âThen thatâs fine. Even if a warrior is killed in a battle, itâs fate.â
The strong would survive, and the weak would die. It was the fate of struggle carved into the souls of the beowulfs, so the remaining members of the packs waved goodbye after forgetting about the events from a little while ago.
âHave a good fight!â
âMake lots of money!â
âBring beef when you return!â
Ten days later, every large group of roamers between the Perseus Mountains and the Crawlmarine territories was destroyed and scattered.