My legendary class is Husband Of Deathwill Sisters?!

Chapter 74: Royalty

"It's not weird to be a masochist, though?" Schnee replied with a tease, "Good girls like it a little rough!"

"Shut up, Schnee. You are a virgin," Sara threw a strict glance, then turned toward Wolfen Demon, who had been preparing for his death.

She clenched her spear, then stepped forward. Seeing her going forward, Schnee dropped her fun and hopped off the tree. Schnee turned into her humanoid self during her fall, hitting the ground with her chest bouncing a few times.

Stella just used wind magic.

At last, four of them stood before Wolfen Demon.

While others remained silent, Schnee folded her arms beneath her chest, "You fuck better drop some good stuff for hard-working ladies and Alex."

"Why do you make it sound like I didn't work hard?" Alex rolled his eyes.

To their talk, Wolfen Demon let out his last howl.

Then, he lifted his paw and slammed it down against them.

The four-man party scattered in all directions, then their unique attacks rained down on Wolfen Demon's vast form.

With a body this big, no one had to aim.

The hungry demon's demise started.

It was not the first nor last death…

Wolfen Demon respawned in his den.

He closed his eyes and recalled the battle against the Deathwill Family. He remembered all, even the moments during his maddened state.

"I was too drunk with that power… But years of cultivation hadn't been wasted! If I were sane, I could've surely killed them all! If I continue cultivating at this pace, I will reach the unprecedented heights…" Wolfen Demon was quite optimistic.

Of course, he knew that no one had used their Ultimate Skills. However, his Ultimate Skill was deeply connected to the hungry demon energy.

Unlike other normal NPCs who had reset their level, he could cultivate that skill without leveling up. It was part of the hungry demons' practices that they had been deeply researching.

And his progress was fast, much faster than leveling up, which was arduous for all NPCs…

"That woman leveled up fast, but no way she can keep leveling up at this pace. It would make her be like a player… Suppose I continue cultivating this demonic energy and tame it. In that case, my Ultimate Skill will outclass them," Wolfen Demon sneered with pride.

He was also not the only one who had been cultivating this power…

As he thought about it, Wolfen Demon prepared himself for a talk.

But before he made any moves, Wolfen Demon stood up and stretched a little. He then called out a peculiar black wolf.

That black wolf looked like all black wolves in the vicinity.

However, as Wolfen Demon touched the black wolf's head and stroked it, a peculiar golden scar appeared on the wolf's head.

[Black Wolf Lv. 15 Grade: Epic]

Wolfen Demon didn't even care about that grade. He looked at the wolf with warm eyes, "Soon… I will receive a proper inheritance from you, father. Our big family will reunite… Right? I will be no longer… alone…"

As Wolfen Demon recalled his goal and mission, his heart grew colder. It was a mix of loneliness and hatred toward a certain race.

Wolfen Demon had been in this 'graveyard' for years now, even before the world changed and players arrived.

He was… "A lone survivor of the werewolf race. So this is where your race escaped, hmmm. Since you are so lonely, I guess everyone else has kicked the bucket already."

"Who?!" Wolfen Demon stood up and looked around vehemently.

Before Wolfen Demon, a man without a head stood. He was wrapped in black armor with a cape. On that cape, one could see the black helmet.

That helmet was the royal emblem of the dullahan's royalty.

Wolfen Demon knew about it from his inheritance. His whole body shivered like never before. He took a few steps back, nearly stumbling.

"W-What's the meaning of this? The Darkmana Empire is enemy with the Soul Grave-keeper!" Wolfen Demon blurted out what he knew from his inheritance and then what he was genuinely curious about, "How do you speak without a head?"

The dullahan royalty didn't care about Wolfen Demon's words, "You will work for me. Those lands have something that belongs to us, dullahans. You will help me retrieve it. This is an order."

Wolfen Demon's face scrunched uglily. He stared at the man without hiding his feelings. In his eyes, his unconcealable shame flared.

The dullahan royalty chuckled, "Since you've survived here, you must have some kind of a contract with the master of this place."

Wolfen Demon inwardly spoke, 'You don't even want to use his title? I wonder if he has seen the Soul Grave-keeper in person.'

The dullahan continued, "But you think he would protect an insignificant dog who struggles with his powers? Oppose me, and I will erase the last remnants of the werewolf race from our world."

Since Wolfen Demon was one of the hungry demons, his death would force him to respawn. However, for some reason, Wolfen Demon always had a feeling that the Soul Grave-keeper could kill him.

And now, as Wolfen Demon stared at the dullahan royalty, he had the same feeling.

"I will comply… Is it just for that one objective?" Wolfen Demon looked down while clenching his hands.

The dullahan replied, "I hold no interest in the Deathwill Castle or its powers. It was exactly that power that held him back."

He disappeared from the scene.

Left alone, Wolfen Demon let out a sigh. He felt so relieved that he immediately dropped to the ground.

"No interest? Then what was that anger behind your voice?" Wolfen Demon uttered while breathing roughly.

His wide chest puffed and deflated a few times.

Wolfen Demon then clutched his knees and let out a few awkward chuckles. He then laughed out loud.

Yes, he had to keep laughing, for people who had been waiting for him for years, "Haha! How the hell does he speak with no head?! I want to know! Ah! Damn it! Someone… reply to me!"

Woof!

"…"