Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint chapter 426

Elder, Ain, Yeiling, and Human – Conclusion

Usually, a suspect in a murder case will deny his identity when discovered. Matter of course. Murder was taboo in every country and civilization, and even when there was no civilization, it was not recommended. A person who proudly boasts that he killed someone will probably have a few loose screws rolling around if he looks behind him.

In comparison, Valdamir’s response was cold. I asked the reason without denying or confirming it.

“What is the basis?”

“No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find it. “It’s a simple feeling.”

“Even if she is the founder’s mistress, you can’t just blame her.”

“But let’s think about it. No matter how talented he is, how can a mere Yeiling kill an Elder? It’s impossible. “Consider only what is possible, not what you want to see.”

The one who killed was the Elder. There is no other possibility than this reasoning to penetrate all questions.

However, among the Elders, is there anyone who cares enough about others to kill other Elders? Everyone protects their own area and neglects other areas, saying it is none of their business.

Only one person. Except for Valdamir, the red-blooded prince who rules the entire duchy. You won’t even know what other Elders are doing. Vampires are too far away from each other to kill out of spite.

“In this principality, is there an Elder who can kill an Elder without your attention? Is there any vampire who knows more about the powers and clans of other Elders than you? “Only you, who know all the vampires in the principality, can kill Ruskinia and hand over his true blood to Liir.”

“It means there is no evidence that I killed him.”

“The only person who can bring evidence of a murder case from 10 years ago is the person who killed it or the saint. “I just wrote the most likely scenario.”

And even I, a mind reader. 10 Years buries everything. Valdamir was not a fool and would not have left behind any evidence or witnesses.

Only in the realm of heartache. There is no longer any need for evidence there. The red blood ball coolly admitted.

“That’s right. “I killed him.”

“You readily admit it.”

“If you go outside, you will be unclean. “I can’t prove it because I don’t have any evidence.”

“What if Tyr orders you to tell the truth?”

Refusal is disloyalty, and acceptance is confession. Loyalty test. In this trap, Valdamir answered without much hesitation.

“No orders have been received yet.”

There is no meaning to family. I like it.

Let’s ask more questions. It was the truth that could only be heard because there was no evidence. There will be nothing left of this conversation. Confirming each other’s will is probably the only outcome that can be achieved from this conversation.

“Aren’t I thankful? I broke the bloody bondage.”

When asked if this was what you had hoped for, the Red Blood Ball answered harshly.

“Because it wasn’t the way I expected. I don’t know what variables will arise, so I’ll postpone judgment. Aren’t you anxious? “If the founder had lost control, your position as his beloved concubine would have been shaken.”

“I can’t help it because I am the king of humans. And, isn’t that what a mistress is supposed to be? “She can easily disappear due to someone’s change of mind.”

“Realistic.”

“Like you.”

Me and Valdamir looked at each other and smiled like mirrors. Since Valdamir is a vampire, that smile is fake. But is my laughter natural? That’s not true. It’s the same thing made up.

Asked Valdamir.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to want something. “I don’t want that wish to disappear just because I am part of a family.”

“That must have included me.”

“Yes. You are human too. They are my people. Now, please spread your will. All the Elders in this country are now out of bondage.”

I will do it even if you don’t say it. The Red Blood Ball had too much work to do. The red blood worker looked at me and asked.

“Only Elder is free from the influence of the founder. Are Ain and Yaling still left?”

“Yes. Yet.”

When I answered with a smile, Valdamir let out a sound of exclamation or lamentation.

The meaning of yet is that it will come true someday.

“As expected….”

Without making up the slightest bit, Valdamir spoke from the heart.

“You are dangerous.”

“But you were hoping for this too, right? “You need me, right?”

Silence is positivity. Valdamir said nothing.

We fully confirmed each other’s will. The conversation that took place here will be gone. As if Ruskinia’s death had disappeared in the span of 10 years.

I got up from my seat and left a few words just in case.

“Leave Count Erte behind. I was curious to see how he would behave after breaking the bridle.”

“I will appoint you as your personal attendant. Erte. Follow his orders.”

“Yes. Majesty.”

You’re asking me to personally check if I’m alive or dead? I didn’t expect you to react like this.

“Is this really surveillance?”

“If you don’t like it, kill it.”

Despite being a loyal and competent subordinate, Valdamir spoke as if it was not a waste.

I took a hit. Well, it would be better to have an attendant than burdensomely asking someone to take you there every day.

I got up from my seat. Count Erte followed me out following Valdamir’s orders. As I was about to head outside, I received a belated greeting from Valdamir.

“Welcome to the principality. King of men. Your existence is poison, but… “To move a stopped heart, you need poison.”

Same thing. I’m in danger too.

He looks like me. We all know in our bones that we are dangerous to each other. However, because the direction we are moving in is the same, we tolerate each other despite the risk.

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I walked down the dark street that emerged from the alley. I was a celebrity in the principality, but the foggy streets hid my appearance well enough. I thought to myself in the fog that made my clothes get slightly wet even if I just went a little faster.

Tyr’s power is extremely close to that of a demon god. Long ago, even in Seonghwangcheong, as soon as they encountered it, they called it the seed of a demon god.

So, the Holy Emperor killed Tyr to eradicate the seed, and Tyr became a vampire and wandered the world. Tyr’s power, which had not yet made sense, was not scattered to the world but contained in her blood. Because the law of ‘blood’ that Tyr knows is limited only to her body.

Those who are already dead lose perspective. The boundaries between her outside and inside became blurred and Tyr became a phenomenon herself, sharing her true blood with everyone. Thus, the Elder and the Vampire were born.

It’s almost a demonic move that single-handedly changed history… Just one step. I was one step short of becoming a demon god. Because her power still resided in her blood.

If Tyr were still alive and understood the bodies of her others. It is not a limited being called a vampire.

“Whew?”

The main gate of the Full Moon Castle. As I was about to enter, I ran into Tyr, who was returning with Kabila. Tyr, who was opening her door at that moment, was about to approach her to greet her, but he remembered what happened last night and stopped, blushing slightly. Kabila’s gaze was burning as if he was displeased with something.

Did you go to Kabila and share Girl Stalk? It’s no wonder that he’s called the ancestor of vampires now. If the two are combined, it’s the 23rd century, so even if you use up the calendar for the first year, you won’t be able to fill it.

“Are you coming back from going out? “It’s a coincidence.”

“Ah, uh, um. I see Phew, okay. Have you eaten? “Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m pretty tired. Maybe it’s because I didn’t sleep well last night and even went out two days in a row.”

“Really? “I guess I should go quickly and get some rest.”

Maybe it’s because I’ve never felt fatigue. She says she’s tired, so she takes it seriously and comes over. Even after getting the heart back, there is still no caution. Even if you meet a man with a bad character, he may be used and abandoned to your heart’s content.

Huh? Is it me?

“Okay… Haam. “Shall we rest for a bit?”

Tuk, I casually put my hand on Tyr’s shoulder. Tyr flinched as he suddenly closed the distance, and sparks flew from Kabila’s eyes.

“Don’t touch her sister’s body! It’s shameful, even if it’s your favorite concubine, get permission and touch it!”

“Kabila. Stop. “I have already given permission to Hugh.”

“Chiit… !”

A fierce gaze is directed at me. I waved her hand proudly in front of the glaring Kabila. From Kabila’s point of view, I’m a real bummer… They will see her as a mistress who shakes up the country.

Tyr, who stopped Kabila, slightly reprimanded me.

“Phew, you’re being mischievous too. You haven’t even set foot in the castle yet, but you feel free to put your hand on it, even though I say I care for you, it’s a story when you cross the threshold.”

“Once you cross the threshold, you mean you can touch it as much as you want?”

“That’s not what you meant!”

Tyr, who quickly denied it, looked at me slightly and continued her words.

“… Moo, moo. “If necessary, I might have to touch her.”

“I see. “I finished the dress yesterday, so let’s touch up the face.”

“Let’s go in and do it, go in! I won. Embarrassed in front of everyone… !”

Tyr is a special vampire. Of course, since she is her ancestor, but unlike her other vampires, Tyr only managed to delay her death through his own power. The Homunculus Dilemma is a story that only applies to other vampires. If I, having recovered her Tyr’s heart, restores her senses, Tyr will gain her life and her stopped clock will start again.

If Tyr, thus resurrected, takes a step forward based on her 12th century experience… I will become a demon.

I am. Beyond finding the demon god.

Even the dead demons will be revived.