Reincarnated With The Van Helsing System
chapter-165-3

While demon light was slowly burning the two black robed figures, Daimon ignored them and focused his attention on the smiling ghoul in front of him.

A smiling ghoul can be considered an endangered species among the undead, they have a really annoying innate ability called "empty bones", it's an ability that allows the ghoul to hide a certain number of things inside its own body.

The number of things was limited to the realm of the ghoul, according to the information secretly kept in the private library of the Revy family, an Arch ranked smiling ghoul could hide up to 10 objects inside his body, hiding them from the eyes and mana sense of others.

Don't let the fact that storage rings exist lessen the importance of the "empty bones" ability, when representatives of races in conflict meet, their storage rings are confiscated as a sign of "goodwill", of course that is an excuse just to prevent someone bringing something that could put others in danger.

In the previous war between the Revy family and the undead there was a moment where some elders tried to negotiate a truce, following the custom everyone left their rings at home, but an Arch ranked smiling ghoul brought the weapons of the other undead representatives.

At higher levels even the smallest difference can decide the winner, so in a fight where one side doesn't have a magic weapon and the other has them, the result is pretty obvious, a one-sided slaughter.

Of course, there are exceptions, like Daimon whose monstrous body is a weapon itself, anyway after that insult the Revy family got back at the smiling ghoul race, killing them as soon as they were discovered, placing rewards in their head and the like.

So, during the number of smiling ghouls decreased, all the Arch ranks of their race were exterminated leaving behind only a few spread child's ghouls which hid for the rest of the war.

Since they are an "original" race of undead they can't be produced in a laboratory or through experimentation, luckily for them a couple of females were preserved or the race would have extinguished.

Nowadays smiling ghouls are still hard to come by, the rumors say they often work as contrabandists, since they can hide precious objects in their bodies, so even if the guards of a city inspect them, they won't find anything, of course their true appearance will give them away as undead, but there are disguising treasures for that.

From a certain point of view, they had something similar to the "inventory" granted to Daimon by the system, that's why Daimon was slightly interested in Falco, or more accurately he wanted to see if killing him will give him a skill similar to the inventory or maybe improve his inventory.

Although Falco couldn't discern the expression behind the mask of the hollow suit, the cold indifference light in Daimon's eyes made him tremble in fear, his disproportioned mouth opened as he shouted.

"Your excellency is a demon right, why are you attacking me!!!".

"Ohh?", Daimon raised an eyebrow, this was the second time he was confused as a demon from the point of view of an undead, well the past time it was a hybrid between an undead and a demon, so he had no doubt for some reason undead confused him as a demon when he was using demon light.

"Your name is Daimon and you are pervert, I guess you can be considered a demon from a certain point of view", mumbled Evangeline.

Daimon inwardly chuckled.

"Just wait until I take you out of the place you are hiding, I will spank your ass until its red, while I gently caress Narasha".

While Narasha smiled thinking that sooner or later, she will also be able to experience living like a human, inside of the space designated to her by the system to live, Evangeline couldn't help but cover her butt imagining the scene Daimon described, she pouted without answering.

Seeing that Daimon was completely ignoring him, Falco gritted his teeth.

"Fucking narcissist demon bastard", he thought before adopting a humble attitude.

"Your excellency may I know who is your sponsor, we might be allies which fell in a misunderstanding… my backer is lord Krag'rz the mad alchemist, among the many demon lords and ladies, he has a decent relationship with the ancestors of the clans, Arashiel, Fallcrest and Nidorath".

The lack of response from Daimon made Falco nearly lost it, demons are known for being arrogant, narcissist and scheming, they tend to consider themselves above others, but he is an Arch ranked for the love of all the impure.

The only reason as to why he was acting so humble was because he thought he was dealing with a demon prince from one of the big families that was bored and just wanted to wander around, since demons always hide everything, he didn't find weird the fact that he has never seen or heard about Daimon.

Daimon suddenly got an interesting idea, he didn't plan to make himself pass as a demon, but since the opportunity presented why not try to find out why this ghoul thought he was one, and also plant some dissension between undead and demons while doing so.

Still, he couldn't just directly ask it or his cover would be blown away so instead of that he adopted the classic "arrogant young master" attitude.

"Humph, a mere flesh eater dares to stain the honorable names of the noble families with its rotten mouth, whatever if you tell me how did you discover my noble status, I shall spare your worthless life if I feel happy with your answer".

Listening Daimon's answer, far from being angry by the insults Falco inwardly let out a sigh of relief, ultimately, he is a business man, so if he managed to stablish a connection with a demon prince, he will be rewarded by his superior.

Falco thought about how to answer in the most possible flattering way before saying.

"Pardon my lack of manners, if I were able to move my body, I would of course use the proper etiquette while speaking with your excellency".

"Although I'm only an early stage Archmage, due to my special ability I have come in contact with a couple respectable demon lords from afar of course, that's why I could recognize the extremely destructive devil fire aura coming from your excellency's noble self".

"Such a remarkable feat can only be possessed by a first or second generation offspring of a demon lord, which combined with the fact that my bodyguards are no match for the respectable senior that is travelling with your excellency, convinced me of being in the presence of a noble prince".

Daimon was satisfied with the explanation, leaving aside the flattering words, he now understood why undead thought he was a demon, the oldest lineages of demon lords had fire affinity, and just like humans have their corrosive light, demons have developed a spell called "devil fire" which is exclusive of the ten bigger forces or the clans of the respective ten demon lord.

And apparently demon light gave off a similar feeling to that devil fire, something Daimon didn't know since he hasn't fought against a noble demon up to this day, they always act under the table after all.

Seeing Daimon slightly smiling, Falco finally relaxed, but then his now calm expression froze, he looked downwards just to see a silver broadsword stabbing his chest.

Before he could scream due to the pain caused by being wounded by a light oriented sword like Gram, his body exploded in white flames killing him in the spot, then the sweet sound of a notification ringed in Daimon's ears.

[Ding]

[You have successfully slayed "smiling ghoul", do you wish to absorb it Y/N]

Daimon of nodded and both Falco's body and the message disappeared before a new one took its place in his field of vision.

[New skills unlocked]

[Undead series: Dull Nerves, Flesh Conversion]

[The inventory will be updated in 24 hours]

Daimon had the sudden urge to laugh out loud, but he decided to keep the celebration for later, his eyes moved downwards and he saw a few items laying on the floor where Falco was earlier.

With a wave of his hand, he kept them in his inventory to check them later, there was a storage ring among the items, which probably contained some good things.

Feeling like a kid in Christmas, Daimon forgot about the guys covered in black robes which were still slowly being tortured by demon light, until he heard Aisha speaking to him inside his mind.

"Ahem, darling, of you don't hurry up then there won't be anything left of those two, to be controlled".

Daimon came out of his daze, with a snap of his fingers the white flames which were covering the bodies of the two black robed figures immediately dispersed.

Their hoarse screams stopped and then two new messages appeared in front of his eyes.

[Bone General "Horals" has offered its loyalty, do you wish to accept it Y/N]

[Bone Sorcerer "Rita" has offered its loyalty, do you wish to accept it Y/N]

Although Daimon felt a bit disappointed seeing the name of the race to which his new servants belonged, he still accepted them, more Arch ranks are always welcomed after all.

With a thought the two black robed figures also disappeared from the still shocked eyes of Ernest and the others.

Daimon then focused his attention on Ernest which made him tremble in fear.