Chapter 72
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Chapter 72
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HEL SCANS
[Translator – Zain]
[Proofreader – Demon God]
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“Whatever... don’t think anyone’s getting out of here alive.”
As the scroll unfolded, a mana barrier shot up, sealing off the entrance to the banquet hall. Ronan gripped his sword and charged towards the vampires.
The distance closed in an instant. A vampire acting as the vice-captain shouted in a bewildered voice.
“Jegiral, kill him!”
Some vampires, regaining their senses, raised their arms, targeting Ronan. It was an attempt to use magic to restrain him. Just then, a vampire attempting to cast a spell vomited blood and collapsed.
“Blood Erosion... Urgh!”
One by one, other vampires also convulsed and spasmed, failing in their spellcasting. The vice-captain shook the fallen vampire’s shoulders and asked in frustration.
“What’s happening, everyone?!”
“Our... our mana isn’t gathering...”
The vice-captain’s eyes widened. Indeed, the mana in the banquet hall was dispersing or flowing backward before taking concrete magical form. He belatedly realized the existence of devices that disrupted mana, which had been prepared to confront Jhordin. The vice-captain cursed under his breath.
“Damn it, someone go and get rid of those damn things!”
It was a complete reversal of roles, as he fell into his own trap. Several vampires who were positioned at the rear rushed into the banquet hall. The moment he turned his head again, with a swoosh! Ronan, who had approached unnoticed, thrust his rapier into the vice-captain’s mouth.
“Aaargh!”
The vice-captain screamed, but instead of retreating, he lunged at Ronan, chewing on the rapier as if it were a mere toothpick. At the tip of the sword that pierced through the back of his head, blood and brain matter splattered. Ronan furrowed his brow.
“You sure do fight like a bastard.”
“Human!!”
The vampire vice-captain swung his arm. His claw-like fingernails were deadly weapons on their own. Ronan dodged by lowering his head and lifted his sword diagonally. The rapier sliced through the vice-captain’s cheekbone and skull, exiting outside. The vice-captain let out a scream.
“With wounds like these, I won’t die!”
“Oh, really?”
Ronan spun the rapier once, readjusting his grip. He inserted the rapier fifteen times into various parts of the vice-captain’s face, each strike in a different direction. The mangled face was now covered in red lines. With one swift kick, Ronan knocked the vice-captain’s body, which had collapsed like a deflated balloon, away.
“Guah...!”
The convulsing body slumped.
Crack!
Ronan stomped on a bone fragment of unknown origin with his heel and commented.
“Looks like he’s dead.”
The six parts that made up the head continued to twitch but showed no signs of regenerating. It was one of the techniques he had learned from a past life. If regeneration was troublesome, simply slice them up beyond recovery.
“Commander!”
After the leader, now the vice-captain had fallen as well. The eyes of the vampires around widened. Without delay, Ronan rushed at a female vampire who happened to be nearby. In times of chaos and fear, he needed to minimize the number of enemies.
Swoosh!
In an instant, Ronan’s strike sent the woman’s arms flying into the air.
“Kyaaaah!”
Blood splattered, and her once beautiful face contorted like a demon. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to make her convulse like the vice-captain, but unfortunately, that was too troublesome.
Ronan reached for a stake at his waist. Just as he was about to thrust it into the woman’s chest, two handsome vampires blocked his path.
“Attacking a lady, are you ignorant of chivalry, sir knight?”
“Then why don’t you step aside?”
Ronan twisted his body. With his left hand, he pushed the stake he was holding into the vampire’s chest.
Thud!
The stake pierced the vampire’s heart, and his white eyes turned pitch black.
“How dare you—!”
“Why is a filthy monster’s offspring talking about chivalry...”
The impaled vampire on the wooden stake contorted in agony. It was an instant death sentence. Suddenly, a chilling breeze rustled through, echoing in Ronan’s ears. Ronan twisted his head, and
Swish!
An ominous strike narrowly grazed his cheek.
“Did you just dodge that?”
The expression on the other vampires’ faces turned to bewilderment. In his hand was a sharp saber. It was unnecessarily ornate, but it looked like a good sword.
It made Ronan wonder, did mosquitoes use any form of swordplay? Out of curiosity, Ronan decided to employ the Imperial Swordsmanship’s first form.
Swish!
A vertical slash intersected with the vampire’s saber.
“Ugh!”
The vampire’s stance instantly faltered. It was evident that, despite their superior physical abilities, they had never wielded a blade before. Grinning with disdain, Ronan swiftly severed the vampire’s neck and impaled the crumbling body on a stake.
“Ah, what a waste of a good blade.”
“Who... who are you...?”The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
A female vampire quivered in fear as she muttered. She was still regenerating below her elbow. Instead of responding, Ronan swung his arm, and
Thud!
A silver streak pierced through the air, penetrating her heart. The approaching vampires froze in their tracks.
“Drina!”
“Those aren’t the moves of a mage...!”
“Damn it, is it still far from complete?”
In less than five minutes, over half of them were incapacitated. It was the first time such a thing had happened since the foundation of the Blood Hook. Ronan corrected his stance and aimed his blade at them.
Thud!
A chilling scream filled the banquet hall as the stake pierced deeply into the vampire’s flesh.
“Kuuaaargh!”
“Extract the Essence of Pure blood.”
The wounds darkened as they healed. Zwei didn’t respond. Ronan sighed and drove the stake into Zwei’s left eye. Zwei’s limbless body writhed like a fish out of water.
“Ugh... Ah... Aaargh!”
“Extract the Essence of Pure blood.”
The pain was excruciating, and Zwei’s screams echoed through the hall as his essence was slowly drained.
“Aaaargh! Kriiieeek!”
“Extract the Essence of Pure blood.”
“What...What have you done until it’s come to this point?!”
“What?”
“Dammit! You clearly said you’d help capture Jhordin Stonesong! But why... why...”
Out of nowhere, Zwei began babbling incomprehensible words. Ronan raised an eyebrow. Had the stake pierced his brain or something? It was the moment Ronan pulled out the stake that had been impaled in his eye.
“Damn it.”
An overwhelming surge of energy, unlike anything before, washed over Ronan. He noticed that Zwei’s gaze was directed not at him but behind him.
Ronan slowly turned his head. Except for the scattered blood, organs, and the corpses of mosquito bastards, there was nothing else to be seen. The only people left lying on the table, who had been the vampires’ meal, were three individuals, groaning in agony. Suddenly, Cita’s feathers fluttered with agitation.
“Wh-what...?”
The blood spread across the banquet hall was being absorbed into Cita’s body. Its four wings vibrated rapidly, as if preparing for something. Ronan’s eyes widened.
“Cita?”
“Aaaargh!”
A magical circle appeared in front of Cita. Without any warning, a projectile shot out towards the stone table.
Kwaang!
The compressed blood exploded, creating a crimson cloud.
“What the hell are you doing all of a sudden...”
Ronan was about to say something when the thick blood cloud cleared, revealing a human figure within. A man, wearing a flipped hood, was sitting on the stone table. His ominous voice echoed through the banquet hall.
“Disappointing.”
Unconsciously, Ronan clenched the stake. He immediately realized that the one emitting that ominous presence was this man. Ronan steadied his breath and spoke.
“Who are you?”
“Who... am I?”
He was clearly one of the people brought here as prey. The man slowly turned towards Ronan. Behind his thin hood, crimson eyes glowed ominously. His voice resonated once more.
“That’s the question I’d like to ask you, Impostor. Where is Jhordin?”
Ronan remained silent. The man stood up, and the restraints that had bound his hands and feet had somehow come undone. Zwei, in a bewildered voice, stammered.
“I-Is he... an impostor?”
“I expected more from you. I was curious, so I followed when you said you’d make Jhordin one of your own...”
“Damn it, answer me! Is that creature an impostor?!”
Ignoring Zwei, the man took a step forward. Ronan gripped the hilt of his blade. It felt like facing a force of nature rather than a living being.
“Guess I’ve got no luck...”
Ronan gritted his teeth. It was a sensation similar to when he faced Brighia. At that moment, a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
“Step back. He’s not an opponent we can handle.”
“What?”
Shaaak!
In an instant, a bluish hemisphere engulfed the approaching man. Blood and shadows from all directions turned into blades and pinned the man inside the hemisphere. Finally, a massive maw made of shadows swallowed the hemisphere whole.
“...Ophelia?”
All of this had happened in less than two seconds. Ronan turned his head. Ophelia, whom he had clearly said couldn’t come, was standing beside him. She had her eyes narrowed, and there was no trace of her usual gentleness. She stared down at the spot where the man had been.
“Yep.”
“Why are you here? When did you start following us?”
“I was worried, so I’ve been following you from the beginning. But more importantly, hurry and get the Essence of Pure blood and let’s get out of here.”
Her tone was completely different from usual. There was no trace of the usual softness in Ophelia’s face. She chewed her lip and muttered.
“Why is that man here...”
“Who is he?”
“Valzac von Warsaw. The younger brother of the Shadow duke.”
“Shadow Duke?”
He had heard that name before, probably when Cita was being trained. Ophelia compared Cita’s talents to the Shadow Duke’s childhood.
“Yes. He’s the one who rules the world of the night...”
Ophelia was about to continue speaking when,
Kwaang!
Suddenly, the ground exploded, and a black shadow burst into the air. There was no time to react. The man with the flipped hood landed in front of the two of them.
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Chapter 72
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HEL SCANS
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“Whatever... don’t think anyone’s getting out of here alive.”
As the scroll unfolded, a mana barrier shot up, sealing off the entrance to the banquet hall. Ronan gripped his sword and charged towards the vampires.
The distance closed in an instant. A vampire acting as the vice-captain shouted in a bewildered voice.
“Jegiral, kill him!”
Some vampires, regaining their senses, raised their arms, targeting Ronan. It was an attempt to use magic to restrain him. Just then, a vampire attempting to cast a spell vomited blood and collapsed.
“Blood Erosion... Urgh!”
One by one, other vampires also convulsed and spasmed, failing in their spellcasting. The vice-captain shook the fallen vampire’s shoulders and asked in frustration.
“What’s happening, everyone?!”
“Our... our mana isn’t gathering...”
The vice-captain’s eyes widened. Indeed, the mana in the banquet hall was dispersing or flowing backward before taking concrete magical form. He belatedly realized the existence of devices that disrupted mana, which had been prepared to confront Jhordin. The vice-captain cursed under his breath.
“Damn it, someone go and get rid of those damn things!”
It was a complete reversal of roles, as he fell into his own trap. Several vampires who were positioned at the rear rushed into the banquet hall. The moment he turned his head again, with a swoosh! Ronan, who had approached unnoticed, thrust his rapier into the vice-captain’s mouth.
“Aaargh!”
The vice-captain screamed, but instead of retreating, he lunged at Ronan, chewing on the rapier as if it were a mere toothpick. At the tip of the sword that pierced through the back of his head, blood and brain matter splattered. Ronan furrowed his brow.
“You sure do fight like a bastard.”
“Human!!”
The vampire vice-captain swung his arm. His claw-like fingernails were deadly weapons on their own. Ronan dodged by lowering his head and lifted his sword diagonally. The rapier sliced through the vice-captain’s cheekbone and skull, exiting outside. The vice-captain let out a scream.
“With wounds like these, I won’t die!”
“Oh, really?”
Ronan spun the rapier once, readjusting his grip. He inserted the rapier fifteen times into various parts of the vice-captain’s face, each strike in a different direction. The mangled face was now covered in red lines. With one swift kick, Ronan knocked the vice-captain’s body, which had collapsed like a deflated balloon, away.
“Guah...!”
The convulsing body slumped.
Crack!
Ronan stomped on a bone fragment of unknown origin with his heel and commented.
“Looks like he’s dead.”
The six parts that made up the head continued to twitch but showed no signs of regenerating. It was one of the techniques he had learned from a past life. If regeneration was troublesome, simply slice them up beyond recovery.
“Commander!”
After the leader, now the vice-captain had fallen as well. The eyes of the vampires around widened. Without delay, Ronan rushed at a female vampire who happened to be nearby. In times of chaos and fear, he needed to minimize the number of enemies.
Swoosh!
In an instant, Ronan’s strike sent the woman’s arms flying into the air.
“Kyaaaah!”
Blood splattered, and her once beautiful face contorted like a demon. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to make her convulse like the vice-captain, but unfortunately, that was too troublesome.
Ronan reached for a stake at his waist. Just as he was about to thrust it into the woman’s chest, two handsome vampires blocked his path.
“Attacking a lady, are you ignorant of chivalry, sir knight?”
“Then why don’t you step aside?”
Ronan twisted his body. With his left hand, he pushed the stake he was holding into the vampire’s chest.
Thud!
The stake pierced the vampire’s heart, and his white eyes turned pitch black.
“How dare you—!”
“Why is a filthy monster’s offspring talking about chivalry...”
The impaled vampire on the wooden stake contorted in agony. It was an instant death sentence. Suddenly, a chilling breeze rustled through, echoing in Ronan’s ears. Ronan twisted his head, and
Swish!
An ominous strike narrowly grazed his cheek.
“Did you just dodge that?”
The expression on the other vampires’ faces turned to bewilderment. In his hand was a sharp saber. It was unnecessarily ornate, but it looked like a good sword.
It made Ronan wonder, did mosquitoes use any form of swordplay? Out of curiosity, Ronan decided to employ the Imperial Swordsmanship’s first form.
Swish!
A vertical slash intersected with the vampire’s saber.
“Ugh!”
The vampire’s stance instantly faltered. It was evident that, despite their superior physical abilities, they had never wielded a blade before. Grinning with disdain, Ronan swiftly severed the vampire’s neck and impaled the crumbling body on a stake.
“Ah, what a waste of a good blade.”
“Who... who are you...?”The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
A female vampire quivered in fear as she muttered. She was still regenerating below her elbow. Instead of responding, Ronan swung his arm, and
Thud!
A silver streak pierced through the air, penetrating her heart. The approaching vampires froze in their tracks.
“Drina!”
“Those aren’t the moves of a mage...!”
“Damn it, is it still far from complete?”
In less than five minutes, over half of them were incapacitated. It was the first time such a thing had happened since the foundation of the Blood Hook. Ronan corrected his stance and aimed his blade at them.
Thud!
A chilling scream filled the banquet hall as the stake pierced deeply into the vampire’s flesh.
“Kuuaaargh!”
“Extract the Essence of Pure blood.”
The wounds darkened as they healed. Zwei didn’t respond. Ronan sighed and drove the stake into Zwei’s left eye. Zwei’s limbless body writhed like a fish out of water.
“Ugh... Ah... Aaargh!”
“Extract the Essence of Pure blood.”
The pain was excruciating, and Zwei’s screams echoed through the hall as his essence was slowly drained.
“Aaaargh! Kriiieeek!”
“Extract the Essence of Pure blood.”
“What...What have you done until it’s come to this point?!”
“What?”
“Dammit! You clearly said you’d help capture Jhordin Stonesong! But why... why...”
Out of nowhere, Zwei began babbling incomprehensible words. Ronan raised an eyebrow. Had the stake pierced his brain or something? It was the moment Ronan pulled out the stake that had been impaled in his eye.
“Damn it.”
An overwhelming surge of energy, unlike anything before, washed over Ronan. He noticed that Zwei’s gaze was directed not at him but behind him.
Ronan slowly turned his head. Except for the scattered blood, organs, and the corpses of mosquito bastards, there was nothing else to be seen. The only people left lying on the table, who had been the vampires’ meal, were three individuals, groaning in agony. Suddenly, Cita’s feathers fluttered with agitation.
“Wh-what...?”
The blood spread across the banquet hall was being absorbed into Cita’s body. Its four wings vibrated rapidly, as if preparing for something. Ronan’s eyes widened.
“Cita?”
“Aaaargh!”
A magical circle appeared in front of Cita. Without any warning, a projectile shot out towards the stone table.
Kwaang!
The compressed blood exploded, creating a crimson cloud.
“What the hell are you doing all of a sudden...”
Ronan was about to say something when the thick blood cloud cleared, revealing a human figure within. A man, wearing a flipped hood, was sitting on the stone table. His ominous voice echoed through the banquet hall.
“Disappointing.”
Unconsciously, Ronan clenched the stake. He immediately realized that the one emitting that ominous presence was this man. Ronan steadied his breath and spoke.
“Who are you?”
“Who... am I?”
He was clearly one of the people brought here as prey. The man slowly turned towards Ronan. Behind his thin hood, crimson eyes glowed ominously. His voice resonated once more.
“That’s the question I’d like to ask you, Impostor. Where is Jhordin?”
Ronan remained silent. The man stood up, and the restraints that had bound his hands and feet had somehow come undone. Zwei, in a bewildered voice, stammered.
“I-Is he... an impostor?”
“I expected more from you. I was curious, so I followed when you said you’d make Jhordin one of your own...”
“Damn it, answer me! Is that creature an impostor?!”
Ignoring Zwei, the man took a step forward. Ronan gripped the hilt of his blade. It felt like facing a force of nature rather than a living being.
“Guess I’ve got no luck...”
Ronan gritted his teeth. It was a sensation similar to when he faced Brighia. At that moment, a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
“Step back. He’s not an opponent we can handle.”
“What?”
Shaaak!
In an instant, a bluish hemisphere engulfed the approaching man. Blood and shadows from all directions turned into blades and pinned the man inside the hemisphere. Finally, a massive maw made of shadows swallowed the hemisphere whole.
“...Ophelia?”
All of this had happened in less than two seconds. Ronan turned his head. Ophelia, whom he had clearly said couldn’t come, was standing beside him. She had her eyes narrowed, and there was no trace of her usual gentleness. She stared down at the spot where the man had been.
“Yep.”
“Why are you here? When did you start following us?”
“I was worried, so I’ve been following you from the beginning. But more importantly, hurry and get the Essence of Pure blood and let’s get out of here.”
Her tone was completely different from usual. There was no trace of the usual softness in Ophelia’s face. She chewed her lip and muttered.
“Why is that man here...”
“Who is he?”
“Valzac von Warsaw. The younger brother of the Shadow duke.”
“Shadow Duke?”
He had heard that name before, probably when Cita was being trained. Ophelia compared Cita’s talents to the Shadow Duke’s childhood.
“Yes. He’s the one who rules the world of the night...”
Ophelia was about to continue speaking when,
Kwaang!
Suddenly, the ground exploded, and a black shadow burst into the air. There was no time to react. The man with the flipped hood landed in front of the two of them.
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Chapter 72HEL SCANSTranslator ZainProofreader Demon GodWhatever... don't think anyone's getting out of here alive.As the scroll unfolded, a mana barrier shot up, sealing off the entrance to the banquet hall. Ronan gripped his sword and charged towards the vampires.The distance closed in an instant. A vampire acting as the vice-captain shouted in a bewildered voice.Jegiral, kill him!Some vampires, regaining their senses, raised their arms, targeting Ronan. It was an attempt to use magic to restrain him. Just then, a vampire attempting to cast a spell vomited blood and collapsed.Blood Erosion... Urgh!One by one, other vampires also convulsed and spasmed, failing in their spellcasting. The vice-captain shook the fallen vampire's shoulders and asked in frustration.What's happening, everyone?!Our... our mana isn't gathering...The vice-captain's eyes widened. Indeed, the mana in the banquet hall was dispersing or flowing backward before taking concrete magical form. He belatedly realized the existence of devices that disrupted mana, which had been prepared to confront Jhordin. The vice-captain cursed under his breath.Damn it, someone go and get rid of those damn things!It was a complete reversal of roles, as he fell into his own trap. Several vampires who were positioned at the rear rushed into the banquet hall. The moment he turned his head again, with a swoosh! Ronan, who had approached unnoticed, thrust his rapier into the vice-captain's mouth.Aaargh!The vice-captain screamed, but instead of retreating, he lunged at Ronan, chewing on the rapier as if it were a mere toothpick. At the tip of the sword that pierced through the back of his head, blood and brain matter splattered. Ronan furrowed his brow.You sure do fight like a bastard.Human!!The vampire vice-captain swung his arm. His claw-like fingernails were deadly weapons on their own. Ronan dodged by lowering his head and lifted his sword diagonally. The rapier sliced through the vice-captain's cheekbone and skull, exiting outside. The vice-captain let out a scream.With wounds like these, I won't die!Oh, really?Ronan spun the rapier once, readjusting his grip. He inserted the rapier fifteen times into various parts of the vice-captain's face, each strike in a different direction. The mangled face was now covered in red lines. With one swift kick, Ronan knocked the vice-captain's body, which had collapsed like a deflated balloon, away.Guah...!The convulsing body slumped. Crack! Ronan stomped on a bone fragment of unknown origin with his heel and commented.Looks like he's dead.The six parts that made up the head continued to twitch but showed no signs of regenerating. It was one of the techniques he had learned from a past life. If regeneration was troublesome, simply slice them up beyond recovery.Commander!After the leader, now the vice-captain had fallen as well. The eyes of the vampires around widened. Without delay, Ronan rushed at a female vampire who happened to be nearby. In times of chaos and fear, he needed to minimize the number of enemies. Swoosh! In an instant, Ronan's strike sent the woman's arms flying into the air.Kyaaaah!Blood splattered, and her once beautiful face contorted like a demon. It wouldn't be a bad idea to make her convulse like the vice-captain, but unfortunately, that was too troublesome.Ronan reached for a stake at his waist. Just as he was about to thrust it into the woman's chest, two handsome vampires blocked his path.Attacking a lady, are you ignorant of chivalry, sir knight?Then why don't you step aside?Ronan twisted his body. With his left hand, he pushed the stake he was holding into the vampire's chest. Thud! The stake pierced the vampire's heart, and his white eyes turned pitch black.How dare you!Why is a filthy monster's offspring talking about chivalry...The impaled vampire on the wooden stake contorted in agony. It was an instant death sentence. Suddenly, a chilling breeze rustled through, echoing in Ronan's ears. Ronan twisted his head, and Swish! An ominous strike narrowly grazed his cheek.Did you just dodge that?The expression on the other vampires' faces turned to bewilderment. In his hand was a sharp saber. It was unnecessarily ornate, but it looked like a good sword.It made Ronan wonder, did mosquitoes use any form of swordplay? Out of curiosity, Ronan decided to employ the Imperial Swordsmanship's first form. Swish! A vertical slash intersected with the vampire's saber.Ugh!The vampire's stance instantly faltered. It was evident that, despite their superior physical abilities, they had never wielded a blade before. Grinning with disdain, Ronan swiftly severed the vampire's neck and impaled the crumbling body on a stake.Ah, what a waste of a good blade.Who... who are you...?The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Nvl1n.A female vampire quivered in fear as she muttered. She was still regenerating below her elbow. Instead of responding, Ronan swung his arm, and Thud! A silver streak pierced through the air, penetrating her heart. The approaching vampires froze in their tracks.Drina!Those aren't the moves of a mage...!Damn it, is it still far from complete?In less than five minutes, over half of them were incapacitated. It was the first time such a thing had happened since the foundation of the Blood Hook. Ronan corrected his stance and aimed his blade at them.Thud!A chilling scream filled the banquet hall as the stake pierced deeply into the vampire's flesh.Kuuaaargh!Extract the Essence of Pure blood.The wounds darkened as they healed. Zwei didn't respond. Ronan sighed and drove the stake into Zwei's left eye. Zwei's limbless body writhed like a fish out of water.Ugh... Ah... Aaargh!Extract the Essence of Pure blood.The pain was excruciating, and Zwei's screams echoed through the hall as his essence was slowly drained.Aaaargh! Kriiieeek!Extract the Essence of Pure blood.What...What have you done until it's come to this point?!What?Dammit! You clearly said you'd help capture Jhordin Stonesong! But why... why...Out of nowhere, Zwei began babbling incomprehensible words. Ronan raised an eyebrow. Had the stake pierced his brain or something? It was the moment Ronan pulled out the stake that had been impaled in his eye.Damn it.An overwhelming surge of energy, unlike anything before, washed over Ronan. He noticed that Zwei's gaze was directed not at him but behind him.Ronan slowly turned his head. Except for the scattered blood, organs, and the corpses of mosquito bastards, there was nothing else to be seen. The only people left lying on the table, who had been the vampires' meal, were three individuals, groaning in agony. Suddenly, Cita's feathers fluttered with agitation.Wh-what...?The blood spread across the banquet hall was being absorbed into Cita's body. Its four wings vibrated rapidly, as if preparing for something. Ronan's eyes widened.Cita?Aaaargh!A magical circle appeared in front of Cita. Without any warning, a projectile shot out towards the stone table. Kwaang! The compressed blood exploded, creating a crimson cloud.What the hell are you doing all of a sudden...Ronan was about to say something when the thick blood cloud cleared, revealing a human figure within. A man, wearing a flipped hood, was sitting on the stone table. His ominous voice echoed through the banquet hall.Disappointing.Unconsciously, Ronan clenched the stake. He immediately realized that the one emitting that ominous presence was this man. Ronan steadied his breath and spoke.Who are you?Who... am I?He was clearly one of the people brought here as prey. The man slowly turned towards Ronan. Behind his thin hood, crimson eyes glowed ominously. His voice resonated once more.That's the question I'd like to ask you, Impostor. Where is Jhordin?Ronan remained silent. The man stood up, and the restraints that had bound his hands and feet had somehow come undone. Zwei, in a bewildered voice, stammered.I-Is he... an impostor?I expected more from you. I was curious, so I followed when you said you'd make Jhordin one of your own...Damn it, answer me! Is that creature an impostor?!Ignoring Zwei, the man took a step forward. Ronan gripped the hilt of his blade. It felt like facing a force of nature rather than a living being.Guess I've got no luck...Ronan gritted his teeth. It was a sensation similar to when he faced Brighia. At that moment, a familiar voice whispered in his ear.Step back. He's not an opponent we can handle.What?Shaaak! In an instant, a bluish hemisphere engulfed the approaching man. Blood and shadows from all directions turned into blades and pinned the man inside the hemisphere. Finally, a massive maw made of shadows swallowed the hemisphere whole....Ophelia?All of this had happened in less than two seconds. Ronan turned his head. Ophelia, whom he had clearly said couldn't come, was standing beside him. She had her eyes narrowed, and there was no trace of her usual gentleness. She stared down at the spot where the man had been.Yep.Why are you here? When did you start following us?I was worried, so I've been following you from the beginning. But more importantly, hurry and get the Essence of Pure blood and let's get out of here.Her tone was completely different from usual. There was no trace of the usual softness in Ophelia's face. She chewed her lip and muttered.Why is that man here...Who is he?Valzac von Warsaw. The younger brother of the Shadow duke.Shadow Duke?He had heard that name before, probably when Cita was being trained. Ophelia compared Cita's talents to the Shadow Duke's childhood.Yes. He's the one who rules the world of the night...Ophelia was about to continue speaking when, Kwaang! Suddenly, the ground exploded, and a black shadow burst into the air. There was no time to react. The man with the flipped hood landed in front of the two of them.HEL SCANSTranslator ZainProofreader Demon GodJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2
