The Nameless Crown
Chapter 12 - Oz, the Demon Hunter

[You.].

Ryan gasped and searched for the origin of the sound. He could see nothing because there was darkness around him.

“Who are you? Show yourself?”

The resulting sound again resounded like in an empty passageway.

[I? Huh .. don't joke you're a lowly man]

“Your hanky?”

[Yes. lowly, just look at you. You're not using anything but covering that sensitive part with your hand!]

“You think this is because of who, stupid!”

[Uhmm ..mm .. ah!]

The voice sounded like it was realizing that it was his own fault.

“You are aware now?”

The tone and intensity of the sound that is released. The voice is like the voice of a man.

“Are you human!?”

[I told you I'm not as low as your race!]

“Ahhh... Then you are as low as ants, “ Ryan said in a sarcasm tone.

[Grghhhhh! You don't know yourself!]

Suddenly a creature that looked like a bird appeared.

[You'll understand after seeing this figure of mine, you're lowa—]

“Not much to say, just explain who you are!”

Because his figure was already visible, Ryan squeezed it like a tennis ball.

[Big! Argha! Argha! Stop it or—]

“Or what!? You want to feel even more pain?”

His face that had resembled a devil figure shrunk the guts of the mysterious bird figure in his grip, so he began to obey and not say arrogantly anymore.

[Uhmm. anu.. alright, I give up].

Ryan sighed softly and then released his grip.

“You better explain the current condition or not I will squeeze you even tighter!”

[All ..].

After that Ryan was brought to a memory piece that he did not know at all.

“What...”

Right in front of him right now, he was standing right in the middle of the crowd of people. However, strangely again they did not realize at all that he was in their midst.

[My name is Azra Vin Theos D. Vlad. You can call me Vlad].

His figure may be petite like a stocky bird, but his name is rogue like a street thug.

“Did I not hear wrong? Vlad.... with your body like that?”

[Damahh!!]

Vlad suddenly attacked Ryan's head with a small, sharp beak.

“Aw! Aw! Aw!.. alright I pulled my words”

[You shouldn't say that, young man]

“Young people? So you...”.

Vlad flew off with Ryan's back.

[Yes. you can see in my present form. I'm dead and I'm far from what you're imagining]

“How can that happen? Don't-don't-don't place us now!?”

[You're sharp as well in analyzing your situation, young man]

Vlad flew low and landed on Ryan's right shoulder.

[It was 300 years ago, before this world changed. Precisely before the Vampire King was defeated by mankind]

“Is that you, Vlad?”

[Hahahaha .. As you might expect, it was myself]

“Then why are you showing your past?”

[I want you to know the truth of the cruelty of this world.  I don't know what your name is yet?]

In silence, but he smiled slightly, his eyes began to close and re-open. Sighing and taking it out again, his mouth opened slowly.

“Ryan Angga Baskara.

[Hmm. good name. Then Ryan, are you ready to see the dark times?]

“Like the Dark Age that occurred in mid-Europe?”

[Maybe. I don't know what Europe you mean?]

“Ah... uhmm.. definitely.”.

How foolish he was to ask the obvious thing Vlad did not know.

“Then I'm ready”

[Good. Soon it will happen, I'm sure you'll love it]

“That's it?”

Ryan's body that had absolutely no impact on the world created by Vlad began to feel cold. He also tried to stroke his body with his right hand while his left hand covered the most sensitive place.

[Why are you still covering that up? Open it, after all, right now only your upper body is visible]

“Really?”

Ryan opened it and sure enough, his lower body almost resembles a white mist.

He also breathed a sigh of relief.

“Then what do you mean will happen?”

[You'll see it soon]

Suddenly a bell rang and made all activities in the village stop. A howl rang out and made the villagers terrified to flee in disarray.

Then a very dark hairy creature appeared in the middle of the village.

“I-i-it's Werewolf!?”

[Truely it was a Werewolf]

Vlad led Ryan to take a closer look. He explained that the Werewolf would not be aware of their existence even though the two were very close to him.

However, the Werewolf suddenly turned his head and looked at Ryan with a bloodthirsty look. Mouth growling. When Ryan was startled, a footstep sound began to approach.

Ryan turned around and found a young man standing not far from him. He was holding a sword in his right hand while his head was covered in a hoodie robe.

When he opened his hoodie. His figure can be said to be an attractive man, he also has black hair with blue light stripes.

However, what shocked Ryan was when he found out that the young man was himself.

“A-a-aku!?”

The young man smiled wryly by looking at the Werewolf with a cold gaze.

The young man quickly ran to face the Werewolf before him.

The sword he was carrying had been removed from the belt. The werewolf did not stay still, he immediately lunged at the young man with his fangs and sharp fingernails.

The werewolf crashed far enough away, its body drifting and smashing into an old well that was right in the middle of the village square.

[How does he look like you, Ryan?]

(I can't believe he looks like me)

[Do you want to know who he is?]

Ryan was silent for a moment, then he looked around. Even though his body was invisible to the people of that world. However, he could feel a real sensation while he was there.

Simple houses, with old water sources. The pulleys are a little rusty, the straw carts are visible in the right corner there. Complete with horses that are neighing in fear.

Finally it wasn't long before the horse calmed down as the young man who looked like Ryan stroked her slowly.

“Already ... don't be afraid,” he said with a small smile.

The werewolf got back up as he howled and his howl again made the horse beside the bluish-black haired young man again frightened.

With a slight jolt from the palm, he finally calmed down and it seemed that the horse had also regained its rhythm.

“You better not freak people out, wolves so-so happen!”

Sighing, he walked back slowly and his silver sword lightning was seen reflecting the pseudo shadows of the Werewolf before him.

The werewolf growled and started lunging at the bluish-black haired youth while drooling.

“Hahhh. Because of you, I have to face you like this, very and very troublesome tofu—”

When the Werewolf leaped up, the bluish-black haired youth twisted the silver sword in his right hand with ease.

He darted agilely and a sideways slash managed to split the Werewolf in half.

[He is Oz the Demon Hunter]

“—Although I am a Priest.”

And the Werewolf instantly turned into black dust that vanished for only a few seconds.

Instantly also the atmosphere in the village experienced a moment of silence.

(Oz!? She?)

[You don't believe it? Yeah .. It's up to you, Ryan. Whether you believe me or not]

Then the villagers came out of their hiding places when the werewolf was destroyed. Oz who stood firmly in the middle of the square immediately sheathed his sword back.

Enthusiastic cries sounded lively.

“Whooaa! Mr. Priest thank you for saving this village”

“Kyaaaa! Coolness.”

“You are the hero of this country.”

However, in response to all that Oz could only sigh . He approached an old man who appeared to be the head of the village.

“Master Priest, what can we give you to repay your kindness?”

“Uhmm. What if you tell me the location of this place?”

Oz showed a wide map of old chocolate. Just to his left is a picture of an ancient castle that has been marked. While on his right were some places he had visited before.

“Are you sure?”

There was a bit of unease from the village chief. However, Oz only gave a steady nod.

“Well then ...”

The village chief told Oz where he wanted to go. The castle is located to the west of the village where it is located. According to him, the road that Oz will go through there are several Monsters that will block him.

Moreover, they were the fruit of the Eternal King. But Oz ignored him and occasionally yawned from exhaustion. The village chief offered a place to stay and again Oz declined his offer.

Finally he left, before Oz gave a shiny silver and told the village head to immediately melt it and unite it with a water source that is not used for drinking.

When the village chief asked, Oz only answered him easily.

“To kill such a creature.”

Now he was outside the village and went back on his way.

[Do you understand now, Ryan?]

(I understand, but something hit my mind a little bit when I found out he was a Priest)

[Haha. Isn't that the same as not understanding]

(That's different. Not understanding and blocking is different words)

[You are weird]

The conversation went on with Vlad who kept laughing while Ryan could only be confused.

After a while, Oz had entered a cave to rest. He also carried a small, seedy gantel bag made of leather and had weathered hanging on his right hip.

From there he took out a candle. The lighter he took out of the left pocket of his black robe. Then he lit it and put it close to the candle. Finally the candle was lit and the dark cave became a little bright.

As the rain falls with great intensity. His voice rang out and echoed in the cave where Oz was resting. He also revealed his robe and clothes so as not to get wet because of the splash of rain from outside.

Placing all equipment and equipment below. After everything was released, he began to sharpen his sword slowly and carefully.

“Hmmm... nothing seems to crack.”

With his condition now wearing no clothes, he examined the sword closely.

A sword that was very different from other swords. The knife blade was silver, but the indentations of the lines were blood red. The handle resembles a square and has a hole in the middle.

While on the lower left of the sword lay a classic brown gun with a wood carving on the edge of the handle.

It was curved like a dagger.

“It looks like the current rain will not subside for quite a long period of time.”

Oz also returned to tidy up all the equipment and equipment. Put everything back where they were. The robe and also the clothes he took off, he used as a cushion.

“Again the weather has begun to darken, I should sleep now. Later that night I will hunt some Monsters and also Familliar who roam.”

Finally he fell asleep with his head resting on a pile of robes and clothes.

[Did you know that Oz is a half-vampire, Ryan?]

(You're expecting something no-no. After all, this is the first time I've seen someone who looks like me, even more so 300 years ago? Are you kidding me, huh?)

[Of course I'm not kidding, you'll see soon, why I brought you in this day and age. It's just a memory of hers left behind and I showed it to you]

(Lost?)

Vlad was silent and kept something from Ryan. However, all Ryan could do right now was watch, because right now his existence was only as a spectator.

The time was really not felt, the rain had stopped and the night with the full moon had appeared in the sky full of mystery. Oz woke up while yawning wide.

His slightly filled body with a field chest that had an incision wound was now clearly visible. While preparing everything, he returned to wearing his clothes.

A bright smile adorned his face at that time. Oz began to move his feet to get out of the cave. His head looked up, his two eyes that were starting to glow slightly stared at the full moon in astonishment.

“Hehhh... Very beautiful month.”

Apart from the gleeful smile, now the smile widened and showed a thirst for hunting.

Howls were heard all over the place where Oz was. Flaps of wings unknown where they came from roamed the night ceiling.

Some bats fly here and there in search of a prey.

Right in front of Oz lies a dead forest. The tree is black and has no leaves or fruit. The Eve she was exiting was very dark, white mist like sneaking from underneath.

As if trying to drag Oz's feet for them greedily.

However, Oz was only silent to see all that, the scenery in front of him was very often he saw. So that the disturbing feeling was not too he thought and he worried.

Now he took it and took it out again repeatedly. Until finally he was ready to explore the forest in front of him. The forest became a wall between him and his destination.

“According to the village chief, the location of my destination should be behind this forest.”

Oz finally entered the forest with a light step.