[Blood] Shura's Castle

In fact, it is saying that her memories are all sealed and tampered with, and they are all fake.

The title of this big chapter is [Dream]. The first half of the chapter is about a part of the Duke's recovered memory, and the second half is about Leng Xing's dream.The reason for choosing this title is to say that the life of the Duke for so many years is as unreal as a dream, and her memory also gives her a feeling of "dreaming".As for Leng Xing's dream... no spoilers here, this is the second part.

It is often said that life is like a dream, and it is true and false, and this is the true meaning that this chapter wants to express.The next chapter is an interlude, telling the story of Proseus.

I've been too busy recently, and I've fallen into the feeling of being on all fours at the New Year's Eve party again, and I haven't slept in for half a month. These days, I'm so frantic that I get up at six o'clock every day. The point... I'll go!

☆、Episode4 Game of Thrones (Part [-])

Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be princes.

——Zhuangzi

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

I am redundant.

Almost every day I can hear people around me talking about my brother being brilliant and me being underappreciated.

My father, the famous prince of the Vanjo family, is also a radical purist, and my mother is a human woman whose name is unknown.

I'm like a shadow, like a beast lurking in the dark, no one cares, no one cares.I never knew who my mother was, where she was, what she looked like, whether she was gentle or irritable, beautiful or ordinary.And my father, as I said, he is a radical pure-blood, my existence is like a mockery, a shady wound, always reminding him as a pure-blood that there is such a mixed blood Son, the scum of Vanjo, the disgrace of the family.

He said it to me so many times, it was like drinking blood when I heard it, and my strong pureblood brother often shielded me from his words.

My brother the sun god, I always call him that, because he has the same name as the sun god in Greek mythology-Apollo.

But in fact, I know that he has never read Greek mythology. At that time, like his father, he looked down on anyone except pure-blood nobles, and naturally he would not be interested in appreciating human literature.It was strange why his father would have named him that, after a mythical deity from a human they despised.Perhaps, I was the only mixed race he didn't reject, at least, in our childhood.

I have seen it, I have been to the human world countless times, and I was even hated by my father and looked down upon by my brother’s mother for a certain period of time, so I was forced to live in exile in the human world for 30 years.

My name is Proseus, which is only slightly different from Prometheus, brother of Zeus in Greek mythology.

I am a mixed blood of four generations of Vatican blood and human beings, Apollo's half-brother, once a shame in his father's heart, and now the prince of the Vatican family, the supreme controller of military power.Nobody knew I was a mixed race.

I have always had mixed feelings about my brother.On the one hand, he was the only one who paid attention to me, talked to me, and taught me to use spiritual power in my lonely childhood. I love him; on the other hand, he was deeply loved by his father and even the whole family. For me, his existence is undoubtedly a satire to me.So, whenever I see him surrounded by crowds, like a proud emperor, and I can only hide silently in the corner like an invisible man, I hate him.

Sometimes, when I see his lonely look, I will be happy for a while, because he is finally as lonely as me.

My loneliness is that I am the shame of my father, a half-breed.In that era, even though the mixed blood race had stronger spiritual power than the human blood race, their status was much lower.Why?Because of the persecution of the blood race by human beings, and the contempt of the blood race by the blood race.We are caught in the middle, not human inside and out.For the vampires, we have low bloodlines, but for humans, we are blood-sucking devils.Yes, I know, humans call us vampires, after all, when I was born, the glorious war between humans and vampires was in full swing.

His loneliness lies in... It's ridiculous to say that it is actually his god-given supernatural ability - not afraid of the sun, and will be stronger in the sun, which is why I call him my "Brother Sun God".

Most blood races are afraid of the sun, only pure blood races are not afraid of the sun.Noble blood has a certain amount of spiritual power to resist, but their physical functions will be greatly reduced if they are exposed to the sun for a long time. Before I became a prince, I was the same.

My identity is doomed that I can only be a Level B, no matter how hard I try to climb up.For this, I am not reconciled.

But he is different.He is not afraid of the sun by nature, and even stronger in the sun, and can burst out an astonishing amount of spiritual power.Regarding this point, the attitude of other blood races can be summed up in five words, that is, envy, jealousy and hatred.

Therefore, with his natural abilities, he became a different kind in the blood clan, and others were afraid of him, just as mice were afraid of cats and avoided him.Because those people know very well how powerful Apollo is.

Apollo, my elder brother, was tormented by a gift that no one else wanted.When he confides all this to his parents, he gets a nonchalant, even proud answer——

"Apollo, you were born noble, this is the glory of pure blood."

Father's voice, as always, has no temperature, just like our cold body, different from human warmth.When he said this, he glanced at me, and as if he was looking at a lowly servant, he pulled a contemptuous and contemptuous sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then looked away.Without speaking or responding to his apparent contempt, I walked away in silence.At the end of the scene, Apollo bit his lip and bowed deeply to his father: "Your Highness, I understand."

At that time, he was underage, and he was not the Prince of Vanjoy and the chief of the Presbyterian Church who would call the wind and rain in the future. He was just an ordinary boy who was very talented but also worried and worried.

It's just... His Royal Highness doesn't care about these things. Since he can do this to his own pure-blooded son, let alone another son with a shady identity.

Even though they were father and son, Apollo still respectfully called him His Royal Highness, not father.

Later, I often saw that in no man's land, above the desolate ocean, my brother vented wantonly like a lunatic, using monstrous spiritual power to stir up violent storms and waves, turning everything around him into nothingness.

When he did all this, he continued to let out chilling howls and roars, his eyes were as red as the blood we depend on for survival, with tyrannical and terrifying madness, without any noble elegance of pure blood.How calm, how gentle, how understanding he is on the surface, how much he fits the image of a darling in the social field, how irritable, how lonely, and how depressed he is, like a wild animal trapped in a cage.

I know his pain. It should be said that I understand this feeling better than him.At least, he still has an enviable identity and outstanding talent, while I have nothing.

Less than ten years after my elder brother became an adult, I was abandoned by my family and forced to live in exile in the human world for 30 years because I accidentally offended my elder brother's mother.

The cause of the incident was just that one day when my father was talking in front of everyone, I stepped out and spoke for the mixed race, because I must fight for myself, or I will have nothing.

In this way, I offended my so-called "mother" who admired pure bloodism even more than my father. She was furious and accused me of spreading rumors, being insane, betraying the family, trying to subvert pure blood, and subverting the Vatican. Zhuo great aristocratic rule should be expelled from the blood clan.

In particular, she adds at the end, I'm showing pro-enemy politics, maybe a human spy.

All the crimes she wove touched the nerves of the elders.Besides, my father always looked down on me, so naturally under the control of my "mother", I was ruthlessly exiled.Sealing spiritual power and drawing a lot of blood, I was treated like a political prisoner, and I am not yet an adult!

However, even then, no one except my brother and his parents knew I was mixed.Maybe it’s because I grew up in darkness and loneliness—my father didn’t let me touch anyone, because that would expose his mark of shame. Apollo said that I always had a very cold breath on me, so that no one dared to near.As for my brother's mother, I guess, she didn't want to talk about it, but His Royal Highness will never allow this matter to be leaked.

Others are afraid of our two brothers, his talent, and my breath.

If you don't look carefully, you can't even tell the difference between me and Apollo.We both inherited exactly what my father looked like, blond hair and blue eyes, so I had no idea what my mother looked like - because there was no trace of it.

In this way, I was expelled from the blood race and lived a hard life in the human world.At that time, human beings were still in the stage of aristocratic politics, so a "person" like me with unknown origin and powerless was naturally not taken seriously.Groom, servant, craftsman...these occupations that ordinary vampires may not necessarily engage in, but as a descendant of four generations of vampires, I have to do it in such a humiliating way, and do my best to survive!

I will never want to recall that pain again!

That taste, I never want to try again!

Standing on the cold streets of Paris, I clenched my fists and swore to myself that I must obtain supreme power!

The sage Zhuang Zhou from the ancient oriental country once said this sentence: "Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be princes."

How ironic and ridiculous, stealing small things is a criminal, but stealing so much that the country will become a prince and general who will go down in history.

Just like murder, if you kill one person, you are a murderer; if you kill countless people, you become a war hero.

Therefore, the essence of the problem is not what you have done, but what position you are in.

So, toward this goal, I have been enduring and working hard, climbing up step by step.The world belongs to those elders, and it also belongs to those humans, but in the end it will be mine!

All I need is to keep working hard and keep waiting.I have always believed that my time will come.

Just when I was exiled from the human world, the irony is that the son of the noble pure-blooded woman who exiled me—my brother Sun God actually came to look for me.

I think, maybe he is really too lonely, or he has a brotherly feeling towards my so-called younger brother - we are equally lonely, different, and need care.Although, for different reasons.

But what he didn't know was that after all these years of suffering and pain, I simply wouldn't trust any emotion.Because, for a person like me who is not tolerated by the blood race society and not accepted by the human society, even if he is alive, he needs to struggle hard, endure humiliation, taste loneliness, and experience darkness.Even though he is as lonely as I am, he is the ruler surrounded by thousands of people, a high-ranking pure-blood, while I am a shadow with nowhere to go, a half-blood who is trampled by others.My status is not even as good as those human vampires who had no vampire blood before.Even though my father is a powerful and noble prince, I also have the equivalent of spiritual power that commoners and even lords can't match, and I have the same handsome face as my brother, but I am still a stain on that big man, just like the illegitimate child of the royal family generally.I would rather, would rather be just an ordinary blood race, even an ordinary human being, at least I can still get a little warmth and care.

However, I no longer need it.Even if it is given to me, I dare not accept it anymore.

Although Apollo has strong spiritual power and extraordinary talent, he is restricted by the taboos within the blood clan—he cannot reveal his identity as a blood clan at will.Therefore, he cannot use spiritual power as he pleases, at least in the human world.In particular, the Glorious War was raging all over Europa, and humans had the upper hand. The blood race was retreating steadily due to the small number of people and the internal strife in the family, so he naturally did not dare to reveal his identity.Therefore, there is a vast crowd, and since he grew up in a wealthy family, he has little contact with the lower blood race, let alone human beings?Naturally, finding me became a difficult matter of finding a needle in a haystack.I know that he also suffered a lot in the human world, because looking for me is a secret, and he can't use any power that belongs to his parents.

It was during the process of searching for me that he met that woman, with silver hair and emerald green eyes, her face was not perfect, and her spiritual power was not outstanding, but she was very accomplished in controlling spiritual power and she was extremely rich. The charming Zmixi pureblood Daphne.Since then, the curtain of fate between the two of us, the power game, has also opened.

You chase after me, the love of the person you yearn for, and the pinnacle of power are all what our hearts desire.Who will win?At that time, none of us had an answer.

The author has something to say: Proseus, I honestly don't know how to put it, when you see your friend, your brother or sister shines brightly and you live in his/her shadow, naturally You can understand the heart of Proseus.Moreover, this happened not only once, but all the time. No matter how hard Proseus tried, he couldn't change these things. One can imagine his mood.

☆、Eposide5 Game of Thrones (Middle)

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

Early spring of 1233.

A carriage drove through the cold streets of Paris. The flames of the oil lamps were flickering in the wind. The orange light was not bright, but flickered like the breath of an animal.With the wind brought by the carriage passing by, the flames shook violently, just like my mood at the moment.

I saw Apollo. This was the second time I saw Apollo after the farewell at Niflheim.

Three years after I left the family, Apollo finally came looking for me.He used to think that I would come back after only going out for two or three years, but as time went by, he felt more and more that this idea was absurd.Yeah, as long as his mother lives one day, there's no way I'm going back, isn't it?

Because I am a sinner of Vanjo, a political prisoner who tried to subvert aristocratic politics.Originally, my fate was death, I was tied to a burning bamboo and burned to death.There is no doubt that this cruel punishment was learned from humans, because the death penalty for blood races before was only draining blood or spiritual power.However, since Prince Douglas of the Zmich family executed his opponents by burning at the stake, this punishment, which is widely used to execute religious prisoners in human society, was introduced into blood clans and became the exclusive punishment for political prisoners.Ironically, the name Douglas comes from Scottish Gaelic, meaning "deep water", but it was this prince who had a name that meant "deep water" as opposed to raging flames, who introduced the torture of blood into the blood.When the first blood race was tied to the stake and burned alive, and kept screaming, the flames burned all over the land of the blood race, just like Europe in the Middle Ages. The look of despair on the face illuminated by the flames.

Of course, I didn't know this at the time.All I know is that at the instigation of the so-called "mother", the elders unanimously agreed to exile me.Until later, when my father was dying, under the shining swords of the guards I led who betrayed him, he said angrily: "If I knew that you, a bastard, would be like this, I shouldn't have listened to Apollo." The only thing I want is to drive you out of the blood race, and you should be tied to the stake and burned to death!"

What answered him was my cold smile, empty pupils and the sound of the guards who betrayed him slashing at him one after another.Under my design, he was poisoned and couldn't use spiritual power at all.He will just watch me, the son of a bastard whom he has always looked down upon, how the shame of Vatican led his most trusted and loyal guards to cut him into pieces with a steel sword—that is not an ordinary sword , is a weapon with spiritual power for his subordinates.Although they are not as sharp as spiritual weapons, they do not affect the use effect at all.I even wished those swords were blunter, so that his death would be more painful.

He cried out as the swords swung by the soldiers fell one after another, writhing on the ground in pain, stains staining his gorgeous black robes.Wearing the red and black military uniform of Vanjoy, I watched him quietly.It turned out that it was Apollo, my brother who saved me.

Suddenly, the resentment in my heart that the one I love was taken away by him was less.Without him, I wouldn't even be able to stand here and kill my nominal father, my real enemy.Of course, this is all for later.

At this moment, I am sitting in a carriage with a French nobleman, Charles, later King of Sicily.His elder brother, who is now the king of France, the ninth king of the Capetian dynasty, Louis IX, is nicknamed the "perfect monster".

"Andre, what are you looking at?" Charlie saw me staring at the figures on the street in a daze, and patted me on the shoulder.

Charlie was only seven years old at the time, and I was like a big brother to him.

Andre is my name in the human world.Since I was exiled to the human world in 1206, I have traveled to many places, whether it is the rich and beautiful Milan, or the always rainy London, I have traveled all over Europa. In the human world, the name of this land means eternity of glory.I was thrilled to see the newly completed London Bridge, but only because I finally got paid and had a place to live.As a mixed race, I can either choose to suck blood to survive, or eat human food to replenish energy, maybe this is the benefit of mixed blood.It's just that food requires money, but blood doesn't, so I've always lived on human blood.But because in the human world, I have to be careful everywhere. After all, before being expelled, the elders sealed my spiritual power. Apart from being stronger than ordinary people in speed and strength, and immortal, I am no different from humans.

"It's just a stranger." I patted his head.Although I am his bodyguard, we are actually more like friends, and he likes me very much.Strange to say, among the blood races, even though I am very capable, I have always lived cautiously, walking on thin ice, for fear that anyone would discover my mixed blood identity, so many people said that I was very cold.But... I'm just a juvenile who hasn't grown up yet, how can I be so cold, it's just for self-protection.But in the human world, I am very popular because of my appearance, my style of conversation, and my abilities.

"But...you seem to know him..." Charlie looked at me puzzled. "Stop!" he yelled.

"Your Highness?" came the coachman's doubtful voice.

"Andre seems to see someone he knows."

"No, my lord."

I looked at the two figures on the side of the street, one tall, with sunny blond hair and blue eyes—just like me.The other person was a woman, with long silver hair hanging down to her waist, her appearance was not peerless, but her emerald green eyes were shining brightly.I even had the illusion that the light from every oil lamp on the street was reflected in her eyes.

"But that man looks exactly like Andre..." Charlie stretched out his little finger and pointed at Apollo who was chatting and laughing with a woman on the street, "That sister's eyes look so beautiful~"

I nodded in agreement, the woman did have talking eyes.

The two talking figures suddenly raised their heads and looked at our carriage.

"Proseus..." He looked in astonishment, and I quickly lowered the curtain.

"Your Highness, let's go." I said to Charlie, not wanting Apollo to recognize me at all.

Just let me stay in the human world for a while, and when I have my own power, I will naturally take revenge on those who raped me.I can't live under his wing forever.What's more, what's the point of him coming to look for me now?When I was exiled, he just pursed his lips and said nothing, never said a word for me.

Seeing him withdrawing from other affairs, my heart was colder than ever, so I accepted my fate indifferently.

At that time, I had no idea what he had done for me.

"Drive—" the coachman lashed the horse with a whip, and the rolling wheels drove past the eyes of the two, leaving Apollo and the silver-haired woman who were stunned in place.Until a long time later, when Apollo and I met again, I didn't know that her name was Daphne.

Daphne, the woman Apollo pursued hard in Greek mythology, the daughter of the river god who turned into a laurel tree, is also the Zmixi blood that I fell in love with at first sight.However, when I first saw her, I only thought she was human.

After all, this is the human world.If there is no other unavoidable reason, the blood race will definitely not wander in the human world. After all, the two sides are at war, and the so-called Crusades, in the name of eliminating heresy and protecting pilgrims, are actually against the blood race.Later, the war intensified, and everything became a tacit secret among people, but the Human Church still insisted that they were destroying the devil.However, even though the church is so dark and hypocritical, deceiving the people, and even disregarding their life and death, I still choose to join the human army.

Because, I hate the blood clan, I hate the high prince of Vanjo, my father, I hate everything about them!

Therefore, I tried every means to win people's hearts and gain my own power; thus, I did not hesitate to do anything, even participating in the human army to deal with the blood race.However, what I didn't expect was that the trajectory of my life would be changed because of the glimpse of being exiled to the human world. I was crazy about the woman with the radiant eyes, and even, even...

Until that day, a fateful day, the entanglement between the three of us kicked off.

The author has something to say: Apollo was born in 1096, the time when the Crusades began.And Proseus was exiled in 1206, and it has been almost 28 years since Apollo found him. At that time, Proseus was an adult, but he still did not accept the first embrace, so it is obvious that Apollo is the elder brother, but look Looks younger than Proseus.

☆、Episode6 Game of Thrones (Part [-])

The author has something to say: Note:

[1] Apollo had not yet become a prince when he was awarded the title of "Honorary Prince". At this time, he only had the spiritual power of the grand duke, and he became a prince of blood clans later.The "you are also a prince" that Proseus said here refers to his title of "Honorary Prince".

I have to admit, it was the last part of the Proseus story that I never wanted to write.It's not that I'm lazy, it's that I'm uninspired.

However, when the text was drawing to a close, I had a bold idea.

Here, the truth about the Duke's "engagement" is also revealed at the beginning.Everything was a deal. The reason why Proseus betrayed the Duke was that memory, the truth about Daphne's death.

And this truth will be left to the second part to reveal.In fact, dear friends, you should be able to guess what the truth is, the unexpected darkness~

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

However, all this is a later story.At that time, I only thought about how to make contributions to Louis IX and have my own army and power, so that one day, I would lead my troops back to the world of blood to seize power, or just live in the human world like this.Although this place is not as familiar to me as the blood race world, at least, I can live without too much discrimination and insult.

I'm just an ordinary teenager who hasn't grown up.

Even if you hate, even if you want revenge, the most important thing is to survive.Without life, everything is out of the question.

But as early as 1228, when King Henry III of England landed in Brittany, Louis IX, who was only 14 years old, had already personally led the army.After that, Henry III attacked the European continent in 1230 and 1242, but returned without success.The first time I became a soldier was in the war between Louis IX and Henry III in 1228. The young Louis led the army himself, and I accompanied him as the most powerful warrior, and defeated countless enemies—because the blood race Blood gives me speed and strength far beyond human.Henry III retreated in disgrace and was defeated thereafter, and I became one of the most trusted men in St. Louis, the bodyguard of his favorite brother Charles.

However, fate did not allow me to live peacefully in human society.After the glimpse of the carriage passing by that night in 1233, Apollo locked his target and began to search for me frantically in Paris. own power.

I told St. Louis part of the truth, except, of course, that I didn't want to be found by my brother because I hated my family and didn't want to go back.I made up that I came from a noble family in England, but I was abused by my brother and mother, so I escaped and drifted to France.I hope that I can continue to be loyal to him and fulfill the great dream of conquering Jerusalem.St. Louis agreed.Undoubtedly, he is unwilling to lose a powerful warrior like me. However, Apollo is a pure-blooded noble after all. Even with the help of St. Louis, he still found my trail.

"Proseus, come back to Vanjo with me."

Just one day, after Charlie fell asleep, Apollo appeared in front of me quietly like a ghost, and held out his hand to me.

He was wearing the unique Fire Emblem cloak of the Aenys family, with a pair of blue eyes shining in the dark night, looking straight at me.

"I have been expelled from the blood race."

I answered him without attachment, not looking into his eyes.

"I can tell His Royal Highness..."

He never called that person his father from the beginning to the end, and always called him His Royal Highness respectfully.

"You are already His Royal Highness, brother."

I looked at the dark golden pattern on his skirt, which was the symbol of being an honorary prince.

In the earliest days, the prince of the blood clan was not a level of spiritual power, but a title, equivalent to the lord of a city.However, most of the blood clans who can serve as city lords have relatively high levels of spiritual power.Over time, at some point, the prince has become a level in the spiritual power system.As long as he has more than 2 million equivalent spiritual power, he can be called a prince.The previous title of prince was abolished and changed to "Lord".Now there will also be a ceremony of conferring princes, but it is an honor awarded to blood clans with extremely outstanding military exploits and spiritual power levels that have not yet reached the prince level, called "Honorary Princes".

And my elder brother Apollo, because of his massive spiritual power and outstanding achievements, became the first blood clan in the family to combine the "Prince" and "Honorary Prince".

"Proseus, you are my only brother anyway." Apollo looked at me sincerely, "I hope you come back."

"Yeah, it's just your wish." There was a sneer like floating ice on my lips, "Where's Flumine? Where's Dorothy? Will your parents want me to go back? Haven't they already exiled me?"

Obviously, my "outrageous" behavior of calling his pure-blood parents by their first names made him subconsciously frown, but for a moment he insisted: "I will convince them."

"That's just what you think." I contradicted him unceremoniously, "Brother, please go back, I don't want to live the days of being discriminated against, insulted and plotted against."

Apollo took a deep look at me for the last time, turned around helplessly, fluttered his silver wings, and flew into the sky.

In fact, all blood races have wings, but we call them wings.Ordinary blood races rarely use their wings to fly, but are used to using magic circles to soar freely in the sky. After all, the wings of most blood races are not pretty, they are the gray color.Only the lowest level of civilians, unable to control the magic circle freely, would choose wings to fly.

As for the nobles above the duke, their wings are all silver.

When the spiritual power equivalent exceeds 6 million and becomes the best among the princes, the wings will turn into a beautiful golden color.

Undoubtedly, Apollo did not have the habit of flying with wings, but this is the human world. If he wants to leave freely without wings, he must use spiritual power, and using spiritual power will be defeated by his omnipotent great prince father. Find the trace.

I stood there like that, watching him fly into the sky, and then left with a vampire with snow-white wings.

I was dumbfounded, snow-white wings!That was a miracle I had never seen before.

However, it just exists.It wasn't until I returned to the family that I met the owner of those wings——Daphne.

But at that time, I still persisted in staying in the human world, and I was ready for Apollo to persuade me to return again.

However, he never returned.

I went on with my life, fighting for St. Louis, and at the same time recruited a large number of human soldiers who were loyal to me.They were all impressed by my superb fighting skills and supreme speed and power.I am almost like a god of war in their minds.

Until half a year later, Apollo came to see me again.This time, he came with the blood clan's own soldiers, and brought me back to the clan in a way that was almost hostage.My so-called father was alone and no longer firmly opposed me.I pieced together the truth from the discussions of the servants and soldiers around me, about why he disappeared suddenly, but returned half a year later, forcefully bringing me back to the family.It turned out that Apollo's mother committed suicide for some reason, and his father suddenly aged overnight. He was not like the powerful and suave head of the Innis family, and the noble and incomparable blood prince of Vanjo.

I was extremely shocked, although I didn't like her, Dorothy, Apollo's mother, but never thought she would kill herself.She is also one of the few remaining pure-blooded families in the blood family. She is extremely arrogant and domineering, and looks at people with eyes that look down on all living beings.The vampires have always regarded suicide as the most cowardly act, a desecration of noble dignity, everyone despises it, and I am no exception.

It's just that I didn't expect that one day, I would follow in her footsteps.

That's just because I understand what is the deepest despair.I met a devil, a devil with the same eyes as the legendary "Golden Eyed Demon Lord" Guangyao Chenxing in the history books, except that her eyes are black, which is close to the most common dark brown of the blood race, instead of the golden pupil of the devil.

Dolo committed suicide, Flumine fell into a slump, and Apollo soon mastered most of the power of Vendro, and handed over the command of the army to me.And I, through the group of soldiers brought from the human world, who worshiped me and longed for wealth and eternal life, I was finally able to realize my long-cherished dream.Under my planning, Prince Flumine with high spiritual power was poisoned with "Daturastramonium", and his spiritual power was suppressed, making him helpless in front of me.

Yes, that's what I found from the human world. It only needs a small amount of deadly poison to deal with the vampires with powerful spiritual powers, and if the dose is more, it will - directly die!

I, on the other hand, condemned my enemy with a death sentence of [-] cuts, and avenged myself.

However, Apollo did not know all this.He always thought that his father's death was an accident, so he didn't investigate further.

He just climbed up step by step, and finally sat on the position of chief of the Presbyterian Church, and married Daphne, the blood woman I also love deeply.

Later, I hid the hatred in my heart and finally raised the banner of a coup against him one day.In order to protect his newly embraced daughter, he made a blood contract with me at the cost of his life and died.actually