My name is Elsa Gramsilt, and if you are a scholar of Asian history or a veteran of the Asian War forty years ago, you can probably guess my identity by my last name. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Syrt, a blood-sucking surname of the sub-human race, played an important role in the protracted war as a race known for its high nobility and ancient traditions. Although, in the end, the battle ended in a crushing defeat.

The tribes that had to flee from the kingdom of Luganica for refuge scattered like stars around the kingdom of Gustic in the process of escaping. My father, who grew up in such an environment since childhood, is a timid man who is overly obsessed with survival.

Even after falling in love with his human mother, he has been living in fear. Because of the alliance with the Kingdom of Luganica, Gustic has always maintained a keen attitude towards the capture of the subhumans, and this situation has greatly affected the living situation of our family.

My father always changed his home address from time to time, and we wandered from city to city, although some of us had no fixed home, but everything was okay. I used to think that such days would last until I became an adult. Until the moment the accident happened, I always believed in this.

As a pure blood-sucking father, he needs to draw human blood regularly, which may be part of the reason why we need to constantly change places of residence. But during his last outing to hunt humans, he missed.

Chased by the guards, he ran home in a panic and fled from the house in a hurry with his mother, who was not yet asleep. Yes, only mothers. I woke up because of their quarrel, and I could only hide behind the door and hear my father's words.

"What are you doing with Elsa, the child will only slow us down, Luca, we can have another child. ”

At the age of seven, I was discarded.

That night, I hid under my bed and avoided the guards' collection, and when the morning light shone through the window, I ran out of the house and could no longer find my parents.

With muddy water and garbage thrown away by others, I lived in that city for three years. They didn't come back to me, and I didn't feel any sad when I realized that.

Since it's something that can be replaced, you can't blame anyone even if it's discarded, can you?

It's just that winter is getting colder, Mom.

In order to survive, I learned to steal, even though you taught me as a child that I shouldn't have learned this.

In order to live one more day, I learned to snatch food from other people, even though you always told me that it was not right to fight with people.

But why didn't you, who taught me all this, tell me how to live alone in this world, why did you leave me so easily?

I started wandering from city to city, not in search of my parents, of course. Just because I couldn't stand the more and more coveted stares of the homeless people on the street, the passage of time seemed to bring bad changes to my body.

Completely unnecessary organs, growing in ways I couldn't understand, feeling the more and more obvious malice towards me from the people around me. I had to change my residence constantly so that I wouldn't be noticed and disappear into some dark alley.

But there will always be all kinds of chaos in a person's life, and in the process of stealing together, I missed. The shopkeeper who spotted the thief surprisingly didn't shout out to the guards, he just closed the door and stared at me with the same gaze as a homeless man on the street.

Having guessed what was going to happen next, I began to struggle to escape from the house. I hated all this I had suffered, why I was born, why I was left behind, why I was a girl, why why ......

Forced into a corner, I fell to the ground because of the other party's slap, and the shards of glass scattered around me because of the previous resistance clearly reflected my frightened face.

I was really scared, and only for this reason would I let myself at that time shout out the word mother. But no one appeared, the clothes on my body were stripped off one by one, and the cold air stimulated my skin to produce a rash.

Realizing that I had to save myself, I picked up the glass slag at hand and slit his stomach before he smiled and was about to press it on his body. Maybe I made a big cut in his stomach because I was pushing too hard.

Blood and intestines, in that moment instead of each other, embraced my body. I unexpectedly felt so warm, like the temperature of being held in my mother's arms when I was a child, and it turned out that this was the taste of blood.

Mom, you see, I've learned to kill. This time, you didn't teach me!

There is a thin invisible line between man and beast, and once it is cut, there is not much difference between man and beast. I don't know why I became interested in intestines, but I seemed to have awakened the talent hidden in my body.

I ran faster, outperformed many grown men, and became more skilled at cutting open my bowels. I was already able to make a living by killing people, and I gradually gained my own reputation.

People started calling me 'gut hunter' in awe, whatever they wanted, even if they called me 'gut breaker' or 'gut eater'.

I'm just interested in the heat of blood, and I'm just interested in watching the intestines fall out of the human body.

Like a beast running alone in the dark, I enjoyed the joy of my talent before being killed by someone, and it was a very pleasant time.

But today, on this ordinary evening, everything finally came to an end. Maybe when I meet this white-haired man again, I will guess my own end. But it doesn't matter, I don't have any pursuit of life anyway. It's more fun to die before even this interest in hunting intestines is lost.

I just wish his sword would be faster, because if I didn't cut it thoroughly, I would have been resurrected.

"Alcosupor. "The moment the curse struck, the body let out an untimely tremor.

"This woman is a bloodsucker of Gustik in the northern kingdom, physical death can't completely kill her, clearing the blood reunion and resurrection is the means of survival for subhumans like them. ”

It's enough to hear such gossip before I die, but am I already a Gustic in their eyes?

"When you close your eyes, you feel less pain. ”

It was the white-haired man's voice, and it seemed that he was ready to give me a good time.

I really want to see your intestines, what will it look like? It must be beautiful! )