My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

The young hellhound extended his hand, offering the invitation directly to the girl. He didn't care about her complaint or the behaviour that he was showing.

His father might care about these people, but he was different. He could never care about the politics, as long as it wasn't something that might lead to complete annihilation of his family.

"We are done here." After forcefully handing over the invitation, he turned around, telling his men to return with him.

The young dragon looked at the arrogant Hellhound, frowning. "I finally understand why you killed them. They are truly annoying."

He handed over the invitation to Eren. "Do you want to attend?"

Normally, she wouldn't care about it. She would have simply left the city, but it was a different case now. Eren had killed a few Hellhounds. If they left, it was going to make them look suspicious.

Thanks to this incident, it was also established that she had some conflict with the Hellhounds. She couldn't give them any opportunity to put the blame on them.

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"I see no region to reject." Eren looked at the invitation, his left hand rubbing his belly where he was punched.

At that time, he couldn't react since he was supposed to be a slave that could be killed. Now, he was related to the family of the second primordial.

As long as he didn't openly kill the Hellhounds, he could go much farther. It was also the perfect place to test his demon seed growth.

He had already killed a few Hellhounds. It was clear that the killer was in the city. There was nothing to stop him from going all out, now that he had an alibi.

Moreover, he also had a feeling that a familiar face might show up soon. The Necromancers were in the Nightwing Clan Territory, where a primordial was going crazy.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

They definitely couldn't pass through that territory. If they had to go towards the center of hell, the only other route that they could take was through Hellhound City.

If they were still alive, and hadn't been caught by the Primordial, it was only a matter of time before they came this way. When that happened, he had another person scapegoat for the incidents taking place in the city.

...

While Eren was planning to screw over the Necromancers, the Necromancer Tower Master had appeared in front of the Hellhound City.

He was missing his left arm, his clothes stained in blood. He looked even more pale, and there was no one accompanying him anymore.

He didn't even know if the Right Guardian was killed or caught by the Primordial. He had barely managed to get away after all, noticing the situation turning unfavorable for him.

The Necromancer Tower Master had no idea about the things Eren was planning for them. If he knew, he might have coughed up some blood.

First, he was targeted by a Primordial because of Eren, which destroyed most of his forces that had accompanied him. And now, Eren was planning to send the Hellhounds after him.

Despite so much, he was completely unaware about why everything was going wrong. He took a deep breath, realizing that he had no other choice but to pass through the Hellhound Territory.

Although the Hellhounds were worse for a Necromancer, they couldn't compare to a Primordial. This was his only option.

He healed his left arm and changed his clothes. Using his Undead Magic, he also erased his otherworldly aura, making himself appear like one of the undead species that lived in this world.

His heart had almost stopped beating, something he did intentionally. He also rearranged some of his organs.

He selected a method much different from Eren. Instead of pretending to be a slave, he was pretending to be a person from hell.

After preparing everything, he quickly rushed inside the Hellhound City, feeling the presence of a Primordial drawing closer. Only the Hellhound City could protect him now.

....

"Why is this place so heavily guarded?" The moment Necromancer Tower Master appeared inside the city, he was left shocked.

He could see Hellhounds everywhere. They were clearly searching for someone. They were checking the identity of every person in the city.

Necromancer Tower Master even saw a person being burned alive in the flames of hell, simply because he was considered suspicious by the Hellhounds.

"Just what is happening here?" he wondered. His expressions twisted even more when a Hellhound suddenly pointed toward him.

"There he is!"

Before the Tower Master could understand anything, he was surrounded by the Hellhounds. His mind was in an absolute mess.

These people were pointed at him, as if they were certain about his identity. They clearly recognized him for some reason, but how? That was the question.

He hadn't changed his face. He only did a few minor adjustments to appear like an undead species of this world. But that shouldn't have given his identity away.

He made sure that everyone who saw him in hell, during his last trip to hell, had died. No one should have recognised his face, except the Primordial who had seen him before.

"Hmm? He's actually here?" Even Eren couldn't believe his luck, noticing the Tower Master while hiding in the shadows.

He had taken a risk. He killed even more Hellhounds throughout the day, only letting one escape. When he let that one Hellhound escape, he was disguised as the Necromancer Tower Master, placing cards for the future.

He didn't realize that his cards were going to start being effective so fast. The Necromancer Tower Master really had bad luck. In some ways, his luck was even worse than Eren.

He had escaped from one nightmare, only to end up in another nightmare. Moreover, he was also discovered by Eren, who had lost him before.

Eren had a trail now. Normally, he would have been worried about the trail being cut off when the person was killed, but he knew the Tower Master was much stronger.

Hellhounds couldn't kill him. Even if they could seriously hurt him, they couldn't stop him from escaping. The man was an Overlord after all.