I Just want a Peaceful life

*Splarrt* One of the Altras women on the stage fell down from a high platform and died. Some of the blood and her body pieces even spread across the area.

Despite the gruesome scene, all the surrounding people barely react except for the non-Altras race. Some Altras even cheer or clap in excitement.

“This is so fuck up.” muttered Angus in a low voice.

“Language, kid. You don’t want the little monster to pick up your foul mouth?” chimed Aunt Extalia in a strict tone.

“Does this scene not bother you?” asked Angus back.

“Of course, it bothers me. If something like this happens in one of our kingdom’s cities, I will burn the whole town with my own hand. But, this is not our kingdom or our business.” said Aunt Extalia.

Despite the absurd natural regeneration in Altras, they could feel the Altras woman who fell on the stage was dead, not just part of the play. They also realize that most people in the audience know about this but are not saying or doing anything.

‘It is as if the others already know that the woman will die in their play. Well, like Aunt Extalia said, it is not our business.’ thought Angus.

At the same time, he was relieved that Jayna and Anna, busy on their own, didn’t bother about the dead woman. The last thing he wants to do is get involved in this kingdom’s mess.

In the meantime, three drunkards gather together, surrounded by many barrels. They clutch their heads and get a terrible headache from the special liquor.

“Urgh.. I am sure this liquor is not strong, but it somehow still gives me a hangover state.” said the monster overlord Alder.

“Yeah.. It’s been a long time since I felt like this.” replied the old man Baldur.

“And whose fault is that?! I already told you that it could make you drunk. Tch… Here, drink this. It will help a lot.” said Nabe while giving her two cups of hot drink.

“What is this?” snarked Baldur.

Baldur may be easygoing, but his headache puts him in a terrible mood. Moreover, the identity of the red-skinned woman makes it worse.

If he had no control over his power, he might level up the whole place and fight the two people in front of him just to lessen his headache.

“It’s poison. Of course not, old fool. It is some kind of remedy I got from that unknown vampire. Also, the two of you owe me for emptying all of my special liquor supply.” replied Nabe sternly.

“Tch.. It’s just liquor. Why should I owe you? I am a monster overlo….” said Alder while receiving the hot drink.

Before Alder could finish his sentence, he stopped as Nabe gave him a murderous glare.

“You better payback.” said Nabe coldly.

“Alright.. Alright.. No need to get angry. I owe you.” said Alder meekly.

After getting sober from their drunkenness, Nabe and Alder’s personalities completely change. The proud Alder becomes less prideful while Nabe changes from a horrible mess crying adult to a strict independent woman.

“Ohh.. this stuff is really good. It seems he is not an ordinary vampire king.” said old man Baldur.

“Not just him. All of them are not ordinary, especially the silver-haired and black-haired girl.” replied Nabe.

“In my opinion, the black-haired boy is more dangerous. He reminds me of my sleeping old man.” said Alder.

“Your old man?! Seriously?” replied Nabe.

“Well, not exactly as strong as him. But, he gives a similar vibe.” said Alder.

“Tch… Whatever. Not like it is my problem.” said Nabe.

“Hmm… Aren’t you worried they will harm Nirvas? If I am not wrong, old man Makar will not do anything to them unless they do something related to the Ancient Vault.” said Baldur.

“Humph… Like I care about those rotten people. They are already beyond help.” said Nabe.

“Huh?? I never thought the Brain of Altras actually did not care about her own race.” commented Alder.

“That means you know nothing about me.” said Nabe.

“Well… If you say so. Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be with your people now? If I am not wrong, your people should do some kind of festival, right?” said Alder.

“Festival? What festival?” asked Baldur in interest.

As a person who likes to party, Baldur certainly has a fondness for celebration parties and festivals. His Mocan Kingdom even has many feast days because of his whim.

“If I am not wrong, those Altras called it Maroon Eternity or something. During this time, some fools will try to hunt me down.” said Alder.

“That’s just a stupid festival made by rotten people.” said Nabe.

“For an Altras, you certainly hate your kind, huh?” said Alder.

“So what if I hate my own kind? Not that it has anything to do with you. Besides, we have already reached the level where we don’t care about those people.” replied Nabe.

“True. Then, why return here, Nabe? With your strength, you could be anywhere rather than just stay at this secluded place.” said Alder.

“The old man called me and I couldn’t refuse him. He just told me to stay on here without further explanation.” said Nabe.

“Old man Makar?! Well, I never expected that. I thought you only miss your kind like the others when I hear your return from outside.” replied Alder.

“True. I thought you just went home and retired when I heard the Red Queen return to Nirvas.” said Baldur.

“Huft… As much as I hate my own people, I couldn’t disobey the old man. For us Altras, he is not just our spiritual leader but a sort of fatherly figure. It is ingrained in our nature and we can’t fight it nor want to get rid of it.” said Nabe.

“Hahaha… No wonder you are always looking meek in front of him.” laughed Alder.

“Alright, enough about me. What about you? Why would a strong monster overlord like you stay here? With your strength, you could even conquer a large monster habitat in Firuman. Moreover, you are too civilized for a monster overlord.” said Nabe.

“Hey, I am still a monster overlord. I just don’t like to have unnecessary fights like those brainless monsters. Besides, I like freedom. If I go outside, I will be forced to follow [Fate] even though my old man is helpless against this [Fate], much less me.” said Alder.

“Now, that’s interesting. You mentioned your old man a few times already. Just who is he?” asked Baldur in curiosity.

“Will you believe me if I say my old man is a dragon?” said Alder.

“A dragon like those elf guardians?” asked Baldur.

“Not really. Although their appearance and aura are slightly similar, they are vastly different. My old man is many times stronger though I never see his true power. It is like comparing a gradeless goblin or gremlin to an Ogre king.” explained Alder.

“Hoo… I never expect you to be descendants of a strong dragon. I thought you were some humanoid basilisk or scaled monster.” chimed Nabe.

“Oii… What do you mean by that?!” replied Alder while glaring at the woman Altras.

“Nothing. If you are a dragon descendant, can I have your blood?” asked Nabe.

“Blood? For what?” asked Alder.

“For research purposes.” said Nabe.

“Hahaha… Of course, what did I expect from you? Alright, take it as much as you want.” loudly Alder.

“Really? Just like that? Aren’t dragon blood supposed to be sacred or something?” said Nabe.

“Of course, it is. Even those half-blood descendants of dragons will never give their blood casually. Some of them even rather die than give their blood.” said Alder.

“Then, why are you giving me your blood?” asked Nabe.

“Because I find you qualified to research my blood, Nabe. I may not know the outside since I stay here all the time. But, I still keep track of the power level of the outsider who comes here.”

“I know you are one of the strongest people even outside. This is enough to let me trust you with my blood.” said Alder.

“Are you not afraid I will do something from your blood?” asked Nabe.

“Will you do it?!” asked Alder while looking at the red-skinned woman intently.

“Huff… No.” said Nabe while shaking her head.

While Nabe and Alder were talking, ‘Hmm… Did Alder not know this woman’s infamy outside? Nabe, the Red Queen, is not only a smart researcher but also a mad scientist expert in biology. She is one of the people responsible for the Plargos’ plague.’ thought Baldur.

‘Who knows what kind of crazy thing she will create from the blood of a dragon’s descendant.’ thought Baldur as he glared at Alder as if trying to warn him.

Noticing the sign, “Enough, Baldur. Whatever you say, I will not change my mind. I don’t care what she did outside, nor do I care about her past deeds. The Nabe that I know is enough to entrust my blood.” said Alder.

“Besides, I am a monster overlord. I don’t care if she somehow creates something dangerous to destroy this world. She might even help us monster overlords.” added Alder.

“Fufufu… This is the first time I have gotten this much trust from someone. Don’t worry. I promise I will not waste a single drop of your precious blood.” said Nabe as she took out a few medical tools.