420. Transylvania Travel Notes Volume Two: Annals of the Black Disaster Grand Opening

The soldier who had been too brave and fierce and had leapt into the trap did not ultimately perish.

Although his current situation, strung up as he was, meant death either way, it did not affect the instinct to survive that always managed to conjure some odd form of life in the face of utter despair.

When he shakily took the "gun of slaughter" that would surely kill someone once the trigger was pulled, in full view of everyone, he rolled his eyes back and, foaming at the mouth, "fainted" away.

Alright then.

That act was too crudely done.

Even a Wolf Person, who knew nothing but consuming flesh, would probably not believe such an overly frank "performance," but amidst the deadly quiet, Maxim did not press further.

This Vampire General merely chuckled coldly, shifting his gaze from the foolish coward who had "fainted" to the others. The previously aggressive rabble all lowered their heads under that gaze.

Their momentum was lost, their courage gone.