People die
When a superior suddenly has to go to work, what is the first thing to do to avoid blushing? It’s nothing else, it’s announcing that you’ve come. It’s hard because we don’t know each other.
Some rulers with a perverted bad taste hide their identity and enjoy the reaction of others in the shadows, and then reveal their identity later to feel catharsis. Fortunately, Tyr had no bad taste in putting his men in trouble. In a way, that was caring. If he did something embarrassing to the ancestor of the vampires, it would be difficult for him to survive.
In the first place, before he had a heart, Tyr was insensitive to such catharsis. Tyr announced his return before setting foot in his principality.
And the effect was obvious.
You can see a huge castle in the distance. Darkness shimmers ominously at the bright red steel door. The tightly closed door looked magnificent, as if it would not move even if a meteorite fell.
The Fortress of Twilight. An impregnable castle that several brave kings came to exterminate the vampires, but none of them were able to open it.
All foggy places are the land of the principality, but you have to cross that fortress to find the land of the principality, where vampires truly live. The story behind it is not told. The Twilight Fortress also serves to protect the duchy from invasion by foreign enemies… At the same time, it was also a cage to prevent livestock from escaping under the control of vampires.
That’s why the door, which became a symbol of fear, opened with a dull sound as Tyr approached.
Beyond the arched door, a bright red carpet lay on the ground. As if not daring to stand in the way of the progenitor, there was nothing on the carpet that stretched out in a straight line. Instead, hundreds or thousands of people on both sides were kneeling and worshiping the founder. Vampires and even humans were mixed there.
It is a grandiose welcome ceremony that is burdensome. It doesn’t suit me. Unlike Tyr, I have perverted bad taste and like to hide my identity.
As I sighed and passed the fort’s main gate, I heard a loud voice next to me.
“My father-in-law! I looked forward to your return!”
Knee hits the ground with a thump. The first to kneel was a martial artist wearing a uniform. The skinny figure seen through the coating was like an ashes, and looked as if it would break if touched.
However, how useless the appearance is. There is tremendous strength and skill in that skinny body. It was like that before becoming a vampire, but even more so after becoming a vampire.
Blood Vessels Dogo. Corrupted martial artist. Elder, who once almost became a freshman, chose to remain in the world as a vampire instead of dying in the name of Deungseon.
And beside him, a lady with an innocent look was wearing a rich dress with a deep cut in her chest. The lady grabbed the hem of her skirt with a strange eye smile even though it was sunny. As if he was accustomed to it, he bowed and greeted with impeccable manners even for the most strict chief of staff.
“How are you? It is perfect for Socheop to be able to greet the ancestors like this.”
A being who was the founder’s patron, handmaid, and teacher. Countess Erzebuth, a noble lady who covered the court of a country with blood.
There were many counts before her, but now she is only one. Because of her terrible atrocities, it was taboo for her to give the title of Countess to anyone.
Each elder changed her history. Five of them were seated. Only in order to have an audience with the founder.
Sijo responded briefly for them.
“It’s been a while. It’s nice to see a face that’s no different from what it used to be.”
Then, a brief wave of agitation passed across the faces of several of them, but Tyr didn’t notice it because he just happened to be looking at a familiar shadow behind them.
“Ralion. You were here beforehand.”
Purr. Ralion approached her lightly brushing her body. Tyr stroked her Lalion’s mane with her benevolent smile.
She sent Lalion in the direction of the principality to deceive the eyes of the military. At that time, she did not ask Tyr to come back for nothing, but ordered her to head to the principality. Ralion, who broke up at that time, seems to have been waiting for Tyr to come from the principality.
Countess Erzebuth said proudly.
“Blood Demon Ralion has announced the return of the progenitor. After Ralion appeared in the principality, all creatures in the principality were preparing for this day.”
“Good work, Erzebuth.”
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“Your last name is indescribable.”
It’s been a while since I sent Lalion, but you’re saying that Tyr knew when he would come and continued her preparations? Well, since they were sure that Tyr would come, Valdamir, Lunken, and Kabil also came to Claudia as soon as possible.
“Would you like to get rid of her poison, or would you like to see her government affairs? Please name me. I will follow you.”
“First, the story of the past… Before you listen to, for a moment.”
Tyr glanced at me and took my hand to lead me. I, who had been watching from behind, suddenly stepped forward. Tyr stood beside him as if he wanted to show off in front of everyone.
A human brought by the founder Tyrkanjaka. In an instant, everyone’s eyes were fixed on my face. Everyone was rushing me into their heads. Erzé Butt, in particular, was busy evaluating me while covering his mouth with his hand.
‘Human? The ancestors, who had never kept humans close to them, had a concubine?’
Oops, all the faces are sold. It was too late to pass quietly.
Tyr, who deliberately put me on the same line, gave the order.
“There is an injured tooth. I want to treat her right away, so hurry up and bring Ruskinia.”
It means that she will call Ruskinia, the elder of the founder and the most outstanding member of the council, just for the sake of her beloved concubine. When he was mentioned in Tyr’s mouth, all the elders hesitated without making eye contact.
“Uh… That is. I apologize.”
It was obviously a strange reaction. No matter how surprised they were by the appearance of their concubines, the Elders, who would even offer their hearts if Tyr commanded them, couldn’t help but hesitate. Not only Dogo and Erzebuth, but even Lunken and Kabila secretly looked at each other.
Tir felt a strange atmosphere after seeing the elders who couldn’t bear to open their mouths.
“What is the problem? You will do as I command.”
“Sir, Progenitor. I have a report to do first.”
There was only one Elder who could speak directly to the founder here. Valdamir on behalf of all the Elders, or on behalf of the reluctant vampires. He told Sijo the sad news.
“Ruskinia has been annihilated.”
Tyr’s face hardened at the news of Elder’s death.
The ‘preparation’ of the principality for the founder who returned to his country after a long absence was perfect. Tyr’s place to stay for a while was also decorated so luxuriously that it was hard to believe that it was temporary, and the warehouse was full of supplies that could respond to any situation.
There are a total of five types of wagons and palanquins in the backyard. Whatever Tyr’s whim, he has prepared a suitable mount for him.
I didn’t know that Tyr would bring an injured human, so I didn’t prepare a doctor.
Anyway, I entered the residence as an honored guest and asked Tyr.
“Does the elder ever die?”
“… Okay. However, when I was inexperienced, it was only when I was fighting the Seonghwangcheong, but after establishing the principality, no Elder has ever experienced death.”
Tyr replied, lost in her thoughts.
The death of the elder must have been quite shocking to Tyr as well. Well, it has to be. It would be disconcerting to hear that a subordinate who had been with you for hundreds of years died. Even more so if it was an Elder who, like Lungken from before, would come back in a few minutes even if he was crushed by a juggernaut, struck by lightning, and pierced by a spear. Do you know how hard it is to die?
“It’s been more than 20 years, and all of Luskinia’s relatives are still there, so it seems like something happened… You can’t even guess until you hear the circumstances.”
I’m curious too. What kind of accident would have to happen for that Elder to die? I asked Tyr.
“You said there were thirteen elders in total, right?”
“Yes. However, it will be difficult to see all thirteen. Among the Elders, there are people like me who fall into a long sleep or drift away from the world. Except for Ralion, who is with me, they are usually only half awake and active in the principality.”
“So, except for Ralion, are there six, no, five elders now?”
“… Probably, still six.”
“Yes?”
I worked on meat subtraction, so why is it still meat? Is this vampire miracle math?
Tir continued his explanation while pondering something.
“Ruskinia died, and she told him that there was a vampire who inherited her true blood from him. I can’t call you an Elder yet because I haven’t been recognized directly by me, but I’m sure you’re ruling your family with the same power as an Elder. Perhaps it was an unprecedented situation, and it seemed that Valdamir had left it as it was and watched.”
“In short, there is a guy who became a nobleman without Tyr’s permission, right? Be cheeky. The founder is alive with both eyes open….”
“Yes. If it wasn’t for you, the place could have been yours.”
“But, of course, a vampire who used to play Elder would do well, right? Rather than using a parachute, someone who climbed up step by step from the bottom would be more suitable. That’s a good job!”
Successful evasion. Tyr replied as if he was a little sorry for my euphemistic refusal.
“Anyway, it’s embarrassing, so I’ll have to deal with that first. I was going to ask Ruskinia to look at your condition….”
I skipped it because it was sudden, but the death of the elder is not unusual. Elder, Reverse Puncher Ruskinia. Because he also left a big mark that will be recorded in history.
Ruskinia is a blood engineer and martial artist. She was a practitioner who researched blood flow and the body to create and train qigong. It is said that she then volunteered to become a vampire herself for deeper and darker research. It is said that among the qigong that has been handed down to this day, there is nothing that his hand has not touched.
She was going to use such a historical elder as a councillor. Is this the right of those who carry the progenitor on their backs….
The problem is that he is dead now.
“Without Lu Skinia, she must find another clinic….”
“I’m fine. He’s still young and has good recovery. I might have to take a break though.”
“If you are a good member of parliament, there are probably a few in his household. Let me single out a few of them.”
“No. I don’t know if it’s right after the injury, but if it’s been a while since I’ve been in the middle of a long time, post treatment is more important than first aid. If you touch it again, it will put a strain on your body.”
It is a body whose stomach was pierced and only the hole was filled with first aid. If you’re a vampire who likes to reveal your heart, you won’t mind taking an open stomach. How could such a major operation be entrusted to Ain or Yaling-class? You should be the elder, cancer.
Ouch, my stomach hurts again from being conscious.
I groaned and sat down on the sofa. She seemed too sick, so Tyr sat at her bedside, looking at me anxiously. Instead of a dark and unfamiliar ceiling, a beautiful vampire with glowing red eyes is blocking my vision. Tyr muttered as he stroked my sweaty forehead.
“… If you were a vampire, that wouldn’t hurt.”
Are you secretly shocked by the news of Ruskinia’s death? Tyr’s switch seems to be turning a bit. In the past, I would have recommended a proposal, but now he is even trying to convince me. It’s because I’m in pain as well as feeling pain, and I’m worried about what will happen if I die.
Originally, I wouldn’t have been so sentimental. Could this also be due to the recovery of the heart? My heart is grateful
“Elder dies too, right? Like this time.”
It was refuted with a single word. Tyr’s hand twitched as he stroked her hair.
“There must have been an accident. Neither Ruskinia nor Elder die for no reason.”
“Similarly, humans do not die for no reason. In that sense, Elders are no different from humans.”
The meaning of the rejection was conveyed clearly. Tyr tousled my hair in displeasure. It was messed up from the beginning, so not much has changed.
After fiddling with it for quite some time, Tyr stood up from the sofa. As he prepared to go out, Tyr spoke to me.
“They say they have something to tell you about Ruskinia’s death. Phew, I’ll be sure to ask for anything you want. Herzebuth’s attendants will treat you without any shortage.”
“Thank you. I’m a little more bloated now, so I don’t think I’ll be able to digest it, so I’ll eat it later.”
“Yes. Be at ease.”
Wearing a black parasol over his shoulder, Tyr quietly left a message before leaving his VIP room.
“… If you change your mind, tell me anytime.”
… I can feel the intention to keep driving stakes into the principality.