[Blood] Shura's Castle

[3] Blood races become adults at 100 years old, and their 60 years old is equivalent to our age of less than 11 years old.

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Judging from McGee's mentality, he is not as good as his younger brother.A ruler who is too easily defeated by setbacks is ultimately unqualified.

☆、Episode8 Crown of Thorns (Part [-])

(Note: This chapter is the self-report of Auston No.1.)

When it comes to the so-called "unfortunate fate", maybe I am on par with the Rose Duke of the Vanjo family.However, I am luckier than her uncle Proseus, at least I am pure blood, the pinnacle of power in the vampire world, even the so-called son of a sinner.

I have no doubt about it - history is written by the victors.My father is not the heinous sinner that everyone in the family has heard, but he was a loser in the political struggle. He lost to his brother, the Duke of Biya, and became a prisoner.And my mother, funny to say, actually fell in love with my father when Duke Biya took her to show off his power in front of my father, showing off his fighting wisdom.Perhaps it was because, even after becoming a prisoner, my father still maintained his aristocratic demeanor, neither pleased with things nor sad with himself.

What happened afterwards is also very simple, because of their love, I was born, and my mother became the target of public criticism in the family because of her relationship with the "sinner".Soon she withdrew from the political arena and lived in seclusion in an unknown place, leaving me to grow up alone in the family.

But I don't hate her, what she did was justifiable when she was attacked like that.I don't hate my half-brother McGee either, because he's an egomaniac with blood and spiritual power but no brains, and he's not worth my time.Not only that, he was too dependent on his father.Although it is a blessing to have the blessing of my father, it is also my unattainable desire. However, we will eventually grow up and be independent. In the blood family world, family affection is weak, and no one can protect you for the rest of your life.

It's just that in my childhood, I suffered a lot because there was no one to protect me.My cruel elder brother's favorite thing to do is to hang me up and beat me hard with a whip. It's not that I dare not resist, but I know that even if I beat him, he can still find his father to support him.Moreover, as the first heir of the Paxester family, he has much more than me, so why should I ask for trouble?But in all fairness, he is indeed a genius. He created his spiritual weapon "Dragon Yin" at the age of 60, but I created my spiritual weapon "Shadow" at the age of 50, but I never showed it to others. .

Without anyone's teaching, whether it is the use of speed and strength, or the control of spiritual power, I have learned it by myself.Today, I am the youngest and most promising prince in the family, but no one knows how many times I have been backlashed by uncontrollable powerful spiritual power, scarred and horrific, just like Duke Rose of the Vatican family.

I have to admit that I only got to know Duke Rose because she killed Duke Biya.In a sense, she avenged my father.And later, since the Battle of Orbis, she has been victorious, invincible and invincible, and has become the nightmare of all clan generals except Fanzhuo.How many times, she came to the city and defeated Le Senbai's army.Even if I were a member of Le Senba, even of the noblest House of Pytheste, I do not hate her, but am awed by her incomparable wit.She did not defeat Le Senbai with spiritual power or soldiers, but with wisdom, an unrivaled war talent.

We didn't know each other when we first met, it was just because I accidentally came to her territory... It can't be regarded as a territory. At that time, she couldn't control the too powerful spiritual power brought by the mixed blood of the clan, and she often had spiritual riots , each eruption can destroy an entire city.For the safety of other blood races, her father, the Sun Prince Apollo, placed her in a secret uninhabited territory, and only a few servants regularly supplied her with blood to survive, so one can imagine what kind of difficulty it was. endured loneliness.

She grew up alone in the desolate city, trying her best to control the terrifying spiritual power.When I saw her, she had just accidentally killed the servant who gave her blood because of a burst of spiritual power, and her whole body was soaked in scalding blood.Even so, she is still more beautiful than I imagined, just like a delicate doll, with flowing brilliance in her sapphire eyes, and her long silver hair is more moving than moonlight.I stood in front of her blankly, barely able to take my eyes away.At this moment, another powerful wave hit me...

"Go away!" she yelled at me, "I'm going to kill you!"

I crossed my hands to release a large amount of spiritual resistance, and then I flew upside down.Fortunately, I didn't suffer much injuries, except that my robe was cut to pieces, and a few jewels inlaid in the crown on the eagle's head were also missing—even though my origin was criticized, I was still a pure-blooded nobleman , is a member of the Paxester family, and of course is eligible to wear the clothing of the ruler family at the top of the Le Senbai pyramid.

The eagle wearing the crown is the emblem of the Pythester family.

I got up in a panic and adjusted my robe.Even if it gets tattered, I want to maintain my elegant aristocratic image.I walked up to her and carefully wiped the blood off her face with a silk handkerchief.

"Thank you."

She whispered, looking guiltily at the servant she had killed.

"It's nothing."

I continued to wipe the blood on her body with a silk handkerchief. She seemed to be afraid of strangers and wanted to avoid me.

"I won't hurt you," I assured her.

"No..." She flinched, her voice even choked up a little, "I'm afraid I will kill you, and everyone who gets close to me will be killed by me..."

"No, I am the most powerful four-generation pure blood, no one can kill me."

I finally couldn't control the longing in my heart and stretched out my hand to hold her in my arms.Her body was colder than normal vampires, and she was still shaking.

"I'm also a fourth-generation pureblood, but my parents are not from the same family..." She whispered, without struggling anymore.

"May I know your name?" I let go and looked into her beautiful eyes.

"I don't have a name." She lowered her head sadly and hugged herself tightly.

At this moment, I saw that she was wearing a black robe embroidered with the family crest of the scepter, but most of it was stained red with blood, and the delicate family crest of the scepter was blurred.

She is a child of the Vanjo family!

"I am Auston of Le Senbai."

I kept my family a secret, but her powers of observation were first-rate.

"You belong to the Pythester family, and I saw the eagle with the crown."

She returned Sipa to me, stood up slowly, controlled her spiritual power and started digging.

"What is this?" I looked at her in surprise.

"Bury him." She pointed to the servant at her feet and continued her movements.Soon, a deep pothole appeared. She bent down, combed the servant's hair and clothes, and tried to drag him towards the pothole.

I was going to help her, but she refused: "I'm fine by myself."

So I stood by in silence, watching her do everything by herself.

After burying the servant, she took off her blood-stained robe and left for a moment.

When she reappeared, I saw that she was wearing a brand-new cloak and robe, with a haughty and awe-inspiring look on her immature face.She said to me, "Thank you very much, what should I call you?"

"Auston is fine."

"Well, Auston."

Just when I wanted to ask her why all this happened, I felt a familiar wave of spiritual energy.

My abusive older brother is trying to track down my psychic powers, and I think he's up to his whipping game again.

"I'm leaving...my brother came to see me."

In a panic, I mobilized my spiritual power, and I disappeared in front of her eyes.If my horrible brother finds out about her, maybe she'll be bullied by him too.My elder brother is proud of being the first to create a spiritual weapon, and there are not many nobles who have not endured his whip.

In this way, I had to give up the conversation with her.I didn't see her for the second time until almost 100 years later.

"Brother..." I purposely flinched and looked at him, looking pitiful.

"Auston, where did you bastard go again? Huh? Did you want to escape the punishment you deserve?" He was much taller than me at that time, covering all the light.My elder brother drew out a long golden whip and slapped my face fiercely, a bloodstain appeared immediately.I felt a burning pain, but I didn't say a word.

"Say it!" He whipped me again, this time on the neck.I continued to grit my teeth and endure, but refused to make a sound.

Seeing that I stopped talking, he became even more angry, and the whip fell on my body one after another, and it was soon stained with blood.He didn't leave until he was tired from the beating, leaving me to continue hanging by the cold chains.It was a full day before I was put down.

At this moment, in front of me was McGee who was seriously injured, with deep-seated hatred on his face.

"You planned all of this..."

"No. You have brought it all upon yourself, His Royal Highness Prince McGee Perceister Le Senbain, my dear brother."

If he didn't humiliate me in every possible way, I wouldn't have to kill him.However, no matter what, I am a high-ranking pure-blood noble after all, and I cannot be trampled on by others.If I don't give him the corresponding punishment, no one will recognize my majesty again.I don't hate him, because he is not worthy to be my opponent at all.Wisdom, talent, and strength, there is only one person who can be my opponent, and that is my favorite woman, Qian Xiyue, the Duke of Rose of Vanjo.It's just that I will never be an enemy of her.

"From the start, you shouldn't have treated me that way."

I stated lightly, looking at his blood-stained chest.

"Shouldn't you be treated like that? Huh! You are a bastard, a child of a sinner, and I am the first heir of the noble Pythester family! The most dazzling jewel in the crown of Le Senbai!"

McGee roared hoarsely, seeming a little crazy.After shouting, he began to cough and his voice was hoarse.

I snapped my fingers, and a blood servant appeared in front of me, offering a cup of blood.I waved and he left again.

"Please drink some, brother, I'm really afraid you won't be able to survive our conversation and subsequent trial."

I handed him the cup, and as expected, he frowned: "I don't need pity from you bastard!"

"Then please go ahead, brother. I'm not like you. It's not my style to abuse the enemy. I don't need to rely on this method to get pleasure."

A true nobleman would not do something that is out of style.For example, Duke Rose, she has always respected her opponent, of course, the premise is that the opponent is qualified to be her opponent.

"Hmph, hypocrisy!"

"That's only because you don't know what the true spirit of Le Senbain is. You have only cruelty, but no grace."

I slowly stretched out my hand, the cyan light gathered at my fingertips, and then——

Condensed into a golden long whip, it is McGee's spiritual weapon "Dragon Cry".

"How could you... that's my spiritual weapon!"

McGee growled angrily, I lightly raised my wrist, slapped his face with a whip, and replied flatly: "It used to be, but it's not anymore."

"How can you use my spiritual weapon!"

He glared at me viciously, it seemed that the humiliation of being whipped was not comparable to the resentment of having the spiritual weapon taken away from me.

"Anyway, you're going to bid farewell to this world soon, so I might as well tell you, my dear brother." I whipped him on the neck again, "My ability is the homologation of spiritual weapons, don't you know? See it? At the engagement ceremony between you and His Royal Highness Duke Rose, the man in black was me."

I stretched out my other hand, and the blue light bloomed again, this time it was a silver spear.Yes, that is the spiritual weapon "Streamer" of Prince Proseus of Vanjo, and it matches my "Shadow" very well.

"Look, the spiritual weapon of Prince Proseus is also here. In order to return everything you have done, I went to the scene of the fight between you and Prince Proseus. You must hold on, brother, don't dishonor the honor of the Pythester family."

I moved the corners of my lips and pulled out a cold smile.Raising my hand, I swiped his whip for the third time and hit him with the same force that he used to whip me.It was more inexcusable than anything that his playing games interrupted my chances of talking to her.

"Well……"

He groaned/groaned in pain.

"How about it, brother, do you still insist on not drinking?"

I handed the blood to him, but he had a backbone, turned his head away, and refused to submit.

"Sure enough, like our surname, you are a very persistent person."[1]

I continued to hit him, then slowly told him all the truth.If he died without knowing anything, he must die with regret.

"When you sent me to assassinate the Duke of Rose, I didn't fight her head-on. I didn't want to kill her, but I didn't want to get hurt because of it. In fact, I know that no matter who among us dies, you are the biggest beneficiary .So sorry to disappoint you, brother. We all survived."

He seemed weak and speechless, but he glared at me with hatred, his gray eyes gleaming like metal.

"Later, I have been investigating the cause of your father's death. It's not to please you, brother. After all, I'm also a pure blood of the Piscester family, but I know that he was not killed by the Duke of Rose. At the engagement ceremony , I revealed all the truth just to let all the nobles know what a hypocrite you are. You obviously don’t like her, want to kill her, and even try to get her.”

"You...not...yes...also...the same...is..." he said with difficulty, his voice hoarse. [2]

"Of course, the damage to your reputation is also beneficial for me to get the seat of Chief Elder and Sabbat Speaker. After all, you still can't hold back, you don't want to manipulate the puppet anymore, but choose to stand in front of the stage. After all, I'm 'dead', No one can compete with you. Cynthia just wants to live her own life, she is not like us, constantly fighting for power. But in the end, I only fight for power because I am more qualified to rule Lesen than you Ba, also rule Sabat. I can bring Sabat a brighter future."

Cynthia was our sister, and she never took part in any struggle between us, nor did she seek to contend for supremacy.The Paxester family is the only remaining four-generation pure-blood family of Le Senbai, so the ruler is either McGee or me, and it will no longer be anyone else.After all, what the blood clan society advocates is strength, and we are the strongest.But now, whether it is spiritual power or strategy, I am superior to McGee, so... I am qualified to be the ruler, he is just a product of failure.

"I just told you that my ability is the homology of spiritual weapons, so I can manipulate Cole's chain without any damage. I am not afraid of being exposed, because no one knows my ability. You are the first to know The person involved in this matter will be the last one. If it wasn’t for your deal with Mars, I would not have gotten the truth so easily. Mars is Proseus’s most trusted captain of the Imperial Guard, so he witnessed the death of Duke Bia The truth is not surprising. I am very glad that Proseus did not mention him from the beginning to the end, otherwise you may find that the owner of the memory is Mars, so you may doubt me. I know that you have always wanted to avenge your father, before You were still sane when you assassinated the Duke of Rose, and you would not fight to the death. Now that you know the truth, and Proseus is your trader, you will definitely go crazy and out of control. Forget about the Emerald City Agreement. Brother, you are too impulsive to be the king of Sabat.”[3]

I held the glass to his lips and forced him to take a few sips.

"However, I've always wondered, why did you go to bribe Mars and wait for an opportunity to assassinate Proseus? Could it be that something went wrong with your deal with him?"

"Don't you want to know."

He drank the blood and regained some strength.

"Could it be the corner of the robe you tore off? It has the coat of arms of the Proseus Guards on it."

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Sure enough, I guessed it right. In fact, Prince Prosius did not betray your deal. The man in black who assassinated you is my subordinate."

"You did it!"

"That's right." I nodded and admitted, "I didn't expect it to be successful. I thought it was because you hated Fanzhuo so much that you tried to kill Proseus. After all, Proseus is her only relative. And, although Proseus Hughes saw that memory, but he still didn't kill the Duke of Rose, you may be very dissatisfied."

"Hmph! Proseus hates her so much, why should I bother?!"

There was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"That's right, I was thinking too much. The Mars incident was revealed later, so Proseus hated you very much, so he fought you to the death. As for the arrow that the Duke of Rose shot at you—do you think it's the same as yours?" Is it similar to the moment when my father was shot? Of course, none of us know the specific scene at that time. I just heard a nobleman mention that Duke Biya fell to the ground on the spot, bleeding like a river, and continued to twitch..." Auston was satisfied to see McGee's expression as if he was so angry that he wanted to kill him, "After all, her vengeance is well-known in the blood race world. You murdered her so many times, and if she doesn't return it to you, she won't return it to you." It's not her anymore.

"As for the nobles who went with you, they have long surrendered to me. They are already very dissatisfied with your rule, so they voted for me unanimously. Please don't blame them, you know, blood is power in the blood race world, and power That is power. Your 4 million spiritual power equivalent is really not worthy of being the king of Sabat.”[[-]]

I finally had enough and didn't want to see him again.Slowly putting away the whip, I turned and walked out of the cell.

"Don't let him die," I told the servants. "Treat him well. Remember, he is a member of the Pythester family after all."

Even if he is depraved, the pure-bloods will not allow these people to blaspheme.

"Yes, Your Highness."

I walked towards the outside of the castle step by step, with the clear sky above my head.

The author has something to say: Note:

[1] The surname of Auston and McKee is "Passester", which is Latin for persist, which means "persist".People in this family have indomitable willpower, which is one of the reasons why they are the ruling family of Lesamba.

[2] What McKee means by this sentence is that Auston is also a hypocrite, which is indeed true.

[3] The Emerald City Agreement is an armistice agreement at the end of the first millennium jihad of the thirteen blood clans. The most important one is that no blood clan can kill other blood clans without justifiable reasons, whether it is their own clan or other clans.

[4] Without that blow, McGee's potential would not have been suppressed.Auston's spiritual power is equivalent to [-] million. As his brother, McGee cannot be much worse.However, McGee's father is not as talented as Auston's father, so even if Duke Bia did not die unexpectedly, McGee's spiritual power equivalent cannot surpass Auston.

The fourth level is too cheating!

Chapter63 Variables (Part [-])

The author has something to say:

No one can predict the future, and neither can God.

- Leng Xing

The next day, after the Duke came back from the military department to deal with the official documents, he heard a piece of news that shocked her.

Prince Proseus, who was so arrogant that he even reached the point of being invincible, would choose to commit suicide.

This incident was indeed beyond the Duke's expectation. After all, she and Proseus were noblemen of the Innis family, even if Proseus was not pure blood.And the blood race has always been proud, so naturally they don't want to choose to commit suicide to end their lives.In their view, it was an act of cowardice.The more noble you are, the more you value dignity more than anything else, so if Proseus is playing tricks, the Duke believes that Proseus killed his brother, the Duke also believes, but he committed suicide...

It just didn't work out.Although Proseus was seriously injured by the backlashing spiritual power, he miraculously stayed alive.

And Proseus, who was seriously injured and confused, murmured in his mouth, and there was only one word in his mouth——

"Your Highness, Prince Proseus committed suicide in prison."

The Duke's hand holding the edge of the table trembled, and then she calmly looked at the subordinate who reported to her: "Is he dead?"

"No... I still have one breath left."

The blood soldier kneeling in front of her had a strange voice.

"but……"

"what?"

"Prince Proseus has been muttering."

The Duke couldn't help but frowned: "What did he say?"

"Just one word. He keeps saying it—the devil."

"Hmph." The Duke snorted disdainfully, "Don't let him die."

"As ordered, Your Highness."

The kneeling soldier stood up and disappeared like the wind.

"coward."

No matter how smart Duke Ren is, he never thought why Proseus suddenly changed his temperament. A few hours ago, he satirized her arrogantly and drove her almost crazy, but not long after he left, he activated his spiritual power and almost lost his mind. It died together with the huge spiritual power that suppressed the magic circle.

When the Duke walked into the bedroom, what he saw was a cold star typing on the computer.

"Write what?"

"It's nothing."

Leng Xing saved the document extremely quickly and then closed it. He clicked on a webpage and said to the Duke, "I can't take it anymore."

"What's the matter, baby?"

"Look here." Leng Xing's face was extremely gloomy.

The Duke looked in the direction where she was pointing, and saw a number behind the section of physical education: 60.

Leng Xing frowned, and his whole body twitched with anger.

"What about her? What a crazy woman!"

The Duke was silent, scanning her other grades quickly.Well, except that the sports are near perfect.Whether it is the main courses such as department solution, chemistry, advanced mathematics, English, oral English, etc., or the sub-courses such as thinking, military science, situation policy and social practice, the grades are all above 90, only physical education...

She can fully understand Leng Xing's anger, because she is also a perfectionist.It's like - delicious blood being poured into sewage, it's unbearable!

"What did she do to you?"

"Even if I fail the 800 meters! Even if I fail the switchback run! Even if I miss the shot, but my movement is perfect! How dare she!"

The physical education class has a full score of 100 points, 800 points each for the 10-meter and back-and-forth running, 30 points for class performance, and 50 points for the tennis test, of which half is for action and half for batting. . The "big miss" is only compared to her previous perfect record of hitting every shot.

So how could she score more than 70 points?

Leng Xing closed the computer with a snap, roaring furiously.The computer screen was almost separated from the keyboard and motherboard because of her violent behavior.

Anyway, she used to be a rich lady. Even though she was not very good at sports because of her physical fitness, she had learned tennis, golf, bowling, snooker...the so-called "sports that upper class should know", and her grades were quite good. good.

What she cared about was that her perfect movements were ignored by the teacher because of her inaccurate shots!

"You said you failed the 800 meters and the switchback?"

the Duke asked cautiously.

"So what! I'm the first in the 800-meter class! I'm the one who runs back and forth for at least 50 seconds! So what! You know why!"

Leng Xing said angrily, pointing his finger at his heart.

The Duke instantly understood that it was the gunshot wound that compromised her physique.

"Don't be angry, baby." The Duke coaxed her into his arms, "It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter if you still mention it!"

Leng Xing was poked at the sore spot, and his anger still persisted.

The Duke just held her quietly, without saying a word.

"I'm sorry... I'm just... If I just run 100 meters or something, I have no problem, because my speed is much faster than ordinary people, but my physical strength is so weak that I can't even run 400 meters, so... I To be able to run 800 meters is a miracle."

Leng Xing recalled the scene on the day of the exam.When she ran to about 200 meters, her eyes began to blur, and her knees were so weak that she would kneel down at any time.Seeing that the initial advantage was broken by people running past her one by one, she gritted her teeth and continued, but the discomfort became more and more intense.She basically finished the last 400 meters. As soon as she reached the finish line, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground, almost out of breath. It was her friend who carried her back to school.

"But isn't it nice when you roller skate?"

"Maybe it was because I was too excited that day...Actually, you were the one who was skating most of the time, and then used me as a speed reducer..." Leng Xing basically stopped to rest after skating for about ten minutes, "Besides, roller skating and Can running be compared? Running uses sliding friction to do work, and it needs to increase speed, but roller skating uses wheels, so the rolling friction is only one-tenth of the sliding friction, okay? Huh?"

There was an almost "provocative" gleam in her eyes.

"Hmm... Doctor Leng is very knowledgeable."

The Duke licked his lips and smiled.

"You teased me again!"

Her words were sealed by the Duke's lips.

When the Duke raised his head, Leng Xing's lips were already bright red.

The Duke restrained his teasing expression and became extremely serious.

"Cold star."

"Ok?"

"Proseus killed himself."

"Oh."

Leng Xing suddenly became more succinct and concise than the duke, she responded with "Oh" and continued to look at her notebook, as if the news had no effect on her at all.

"But he's not dead."

"Pity."

Leng Xing pointed at the mouse with a calm tone, not at all like the Leng Xing the Duke knew.

"What a pity?" The Duke's voice rose in surprise.

"Didn't you always want him dead?"

Otherwise, what am I doing all this for?I just hope you don't know that I'm not pure white.

Hearing Leng Xing's nonchalant voice, the Duke felt an unusually deep sense of disobedience.

Is this the angel-like girl who likes the pure white lily that I love so much?

"That's right...but why did he commit suicide?"

"How could I know. I'm not a god."

Leng Xing's tone became impatient. It was obvious that she didn't want the Duke to know the truth behind this matter.

"I don't think you will know... It's just that blood races don't commit suicide."

Leng Xing stopped what he was doing, and turned to look at her: "Why?"

"In our opinion, suicide is the most cowardly act and an insult to the dignity of nobility. We will not choose to commit suicide no matter what."

"That's because you don't understand despair at all."

So it wasn't a surprise to her that Proseus would kill himself, because she caught his weakness, she hit him where he was most vulnerable.Standing in front of the cold prince, she always had a sunny smile on her face, but what she uttered were words that brought Proseus to the brink of collapse.

--who I am?I am an avenger.

—I know everything.

——Everything in your heart cannot escape my eyes.I know the secret that the Rose Duke doesn't know.

—You loved her mother Daphne dearly.

—so whatever she does, you know you won't kill her, because you dare not kill her.

——You dare not let Daphne's eyes disappear in this world, because she is her only living blood.

——Everything you ask for will not be available, she will always belong to Apollo, not to you.

—No matter how hard you try, you just can't get her, ever.

Seemingly ordinary words, in the ears of Proseus, they are deadly sharp arrows and poison.

Including the line about him not killing the Duke, all true.Yes, Leng Xing had guessed the truth. He knew most of what the Duke had done. He really wanted to kill her, but...he couldn't.

How many times, just one thought would kill the weak duke whose spiritual power was sealed, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Because she has the same eyes as Daphne, he dare not kill the owner of those eyes.

He has always been unwilling to admit that he is no match for his brother, whether it is spiritual power, blood, or even... love.

Obviously they fell in love with the same woman, but that woman didn't even look him in the eye, he only received attention because he was Apollo's younger brother.

Is her lover's brother.

His mind finally collapsed in front of the girl with the sapphire ring in the shape of a lily shining on her finger and the girl wearing the unique flame cloak of the Ines family.He was too familiar with that ring, it was a gift from Apollo to Daphne, and it was a token of their love.Later, before Daphne challenged him, she put the ring on the hand of the just grown-up Duke Rose.

At that time, the ring was still in the shape of a rose flower.

And now it has become a lily.

He understood who that girl was.It is the lover of the Duke of Rose, no, it should be said that she is the most cherished person, otherwise she would not give her such a precious ring.The ring is not only a token of love, but also a container for storing spiritual power, a miracle created by the lost materialized magic circle.It looks like a sapphire, but...it's not!It is extremely pure spiritual power, and it can also carry spiritual power, which is unique in this world!

The girl's slender fingers dangled in front of him, and there was a lazy smile on her lips, but her eyes were completely opposite to the ones he was most familiar with—the Duke of Rose had the same eyes as his beloved Daphne, except for the color , their pupils all had a radiant glow, and the girl in front of her... seemed to be able to suck all the light into the bottomless black hole.

Every time she flicked her finger, the ring radiated a dazzling light, stinging his eyes, reminding him all the time——

This is the love story of Apollo and Daphne.

You can't get in, you can't ask for it, you're always an outsider.

Of course Leng Xing understood this. The Duke had told her that it was the ring her father proposed to her mother.

Whether it is the words that seem plain but point to the heart, or the small movements of shaking fingers unintentionally, they are all part of the psychological warfare.In this way, Proseus was completely defeated.

Because in front of Proseus, she has no weakness.Her only weakness is the Duke, her most important lover, but Proseus can't do anything to her anymore.

At that moment, it was not Leng Xing who stood in front of Proseus.

It was Sidra who was the lover of the Duke of Rose and took revenge on him instead of the Duke.

A cold-blooded devil more terrifying than the duke.

Proseus had a look of incomparable pain on his face, and Leng Xing smiled with satisfaction.

She turned and left without nostalgia, and behind her was Proseus's dreamy whisper: "The devil..."

Then—something that would never have happened happened, and the blood race chose to commit suicide.

Because you don't know what true despair is.

But, you get it now.

To get what you want, to have nothing to love, to have nothing, this is the real despair.

On the pure white lilies, there are large patches of scarlet spreading.

chapter64 variables (medium)

The Duke was stunned for a moment.

"I don't understand what despair is?"

She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Relatives left her one after another, and the only remaining uncle tried every means to kill her.

She grew up alone since she was a child, and finally at the most important moment in the blood clan's life - the coming-of-age ceremony, her father sacrificed in front of her in order to protect her.

Then she was involved in the chaotic political situation and ruthless war, and she was unable to control her own destiny.

She is an invincible commander, but who