Volume 1 Prologue  

To: Kusumi Chiharu.

Congratulations. You have been selected to be part of the seventh generation of monster tamers.

Please choose one of the monsters from list below; you should remember that it will not only be your first partner, but will also help with your daily training, so please take good care of it.

Dragon tribe: red dragon.

Level: 1.

Physical strenght: B.

Power: B.

Speed: A.

An all-round monster.

Can breathe out fire from the mouth.

Be careful thet it doesn't burn your house.

Serial number: 001.

Giant tribe: Nephilim.

Level: 5.

Physical strenght: B.

Power: A.

Speed: C.

A monster with incredible strenght.

Can even throw a heavy trusk with a single hand.

If not careful, can spuash you flat.

Serial number: 036

Undead tribe: Ghoul.

Level: 9.

Physical strenght: A.

Power: C.

Speed: C.

A very resilient monster.

Professes a total obedience to its master.

Not very popular.

Serial number: 042.

Though in truth, in my opinion, I feel you have the talent and grounding to become a 'demon king' in the future.

Having said that, Chiharu-sama, I wish you good luck from the bottom of my heart.

From: Luka (International Monster Association).

"Ding Ding"

Early in the morning, on a certain day.

My phone received an advertising mail.

Checking the contents, it ended up being a total load of bull.

Initially believing it to be a new type of scam, I was about to immediately press the "delete" button, but, for some reason, the message's format puzzled me.

"This...it doesn't seem like a scam mail..."

Among those teasing sentences in a round font, neither a 'Payment link' nor a 'Homepage address' were written anywhere.

If that's the case, then who is behind this? What is his objective?

That being said, there aren't any monsters like that...

Although I didn't believe in the genuineness of the mail, I wondered why they didn't prepare better content.

In the end, I half-consciously deleted the mail, promptly adding it to the spam list.

...With this, I won't be bothered for a while.

Once again ducking myself into the bed, I soon felt my consciousness drifting away.

Perhaps the next time I wake up, I will have already forgotten about everything that happened this morning.

But I would never have thought...

...that such a trifling impulsive action would later end up causing open mayhem between three monsters...