quicksilver blood

Chapter 488 Admirer and Admirer

"Lord Helga, Lord Helga..."

Amidst the maid's subtle reminder, the girl with pink curly hair frowned and slightly opened her eyes.

"Don't sleep here, Lord Helga," the maid said softly, "What if you catch a cold and get sick? Karal can't do without you now."

"Then don't sleep."

Helga reached out and rubbed her forehead, and responded nonchalantly: "Rapp, next time I fall asleep, wake me up."

"You haven't slept for half a month—"

"It doesn't matter. Under the protection of my mentor, I don't have to sleep anymore. The so-called sleep is just entertainment... I don't have time for entertainment now."

Helga's plain voice sounded.

Her face was full of determination.

She was completely different from a month ago, the bookish and gentle aura on her face was almost worn away by blood and iron.Even though her facial features are still gentle and graceful, anyone can still see the bloody aura between her eyebrows.

In the past half month, under her order, the black-clothed rebel army known as "Death Crow" has killed more than tens of thousands of people.Her hands were already stained with blood.

However, at this moment, the shadow under her feet twisted, and a black-haired red-clothed girl who could only be described as charming slowly floated out.

The moment she appeared, the time in the entire room seemed to freeze, and a dark red halo covered the entire room.The maid suddenly fell silent.

"huh huh huh huh……"

She chuckled maliciously, with a pleasant smile on her lips: "Helga, be prepared... A certain big shot is going to shamelessly take action himself."

"Ah... it will come sooner or later."

Helga didn't look back, but just rubbed her brows and sighed deeply: "But I think His Majesty Roland asked you to come here to help me solve this problem, right?"

"You guessed it right, my smart little sweetheart..."

The black-haired girl chuckled and stepped forward, staring at Helga with bright red pupils as bright as blood gemstones: "We haven't seen each other for a few days, and you have become even more attractive."

"...You have become more terrifying, Lord Elucard."

Helga sighed feebly, and gently pushed away Elcardo's fingers caressing her cheek: "What order did you bring this time?"

"Probably an order that will make you happy."

Elucado, who was pushed away by resistance, was not displeased at all, she just sat in mid-air with a smile, like a phantom without any weight: "His Majesty Roland will be back in a few days."

"Oh?"

Helga's eyes lit up immediately: "His Majesty Roland is coming? Should I make some preparations?"

"It's not necessary, sweetheart. Your Majesty's purpose is to deal with some things that make him feel at ease, and then let those little crows recognize the master, so that they don't beat their own masters together at the end of the fight."

Elcardo said lightly, looking at Helga with unclear meaning in his eyes.

Helga sighed deeply again: "...I have given my soul to the mentor, what else do you worry about, Master Elucado?"

"It's different. The mentor's belongs to the mentor, and Roland's belongs to Roland."

Elcardo shook his head, and said something that could be called heresy.

Her eyes were as red as blood, she stared at Helga almost obsessively, and murmured: "Then, if you choose..."

"I choose Your Majesty Roland."

Helga replied without hesitation.

"Tsk..."

Eluka smacked her lips in regret, stretched out her bright red tongue and licked her lips: "What a pity... I hope you are telling the truth."

"You can see that I'm telling the truth, too, can't you?"

Helga replied with a smile.

"Probably," Elucado replied vaguely, "Remember, my future grand duchess, future queen—there is always only one correct answer."

After saying this, her body immediately dissipated into countless blood energy, and then sank into Helga's shadow, and then the whole room returned to calm again.

Helga only felt a slight chill in her body, as if she had been marked by some predator.

She could only sigh helplessly again.

"Lady Helga, don't sigh too often, it will cause wrinkles."

The black-haired maid named Rapp said in a soft voice.

"Ha... I don't want to sigh, but the situation doesn't allow it." Helga almost laughed.

Afterwards, she stretched out her hand and rubbed her forehead that was aching due to the forcible interruption of her work and rest time, pondered for a while, and then said: "Rapp, go tell Kakarit, and say that His Majesty has new orders, There is no need to continue to create the Scarlet Knights, and send that Cardinal away quickly."

"Is that His Majesty..."

Rapp couldn't help puffing up his cheeks: "What's so good about that Majesty who has never even met? Even without him, Lord Helga would still be Lord Helga—you have brought us a Where's the new Caral?"

"Don't lie, Lapp Scott."

Helga's voice suddenly turned cold: "Everything I have belongs to His Majesty Roland. I dedicate my soul to my mentor, and everything else belongs to Your Majesty. The power of the entire Death Crow Army was given by Your Majesty. , My life was also given by His Majesty. To be called the savior of Kalal, he is more suitable for this title than me... I am just standing at the front, being the one who raises the flag and shouts His Majesty's name. "

"...What a powerful majesty."

Rapp was taken aback and was stunned for a long time before he lowered his head and said coyly, "I wish I could see what he looks like..."

"This wish can probably be granted to you, Rapp."

Helga smiled and said, "Your Majesty will be here in a few days. At that time, you can admire his brilliance."

"...A person like me, how can I have that kind of right?"

Lapu's fingers trembled slightly, a look of fear and uneasiness appeared in his eyes, and only a small voice that he could hear sounded unwillingly.

But at this moment, Helga's hand suddenly grasped Lapu's hand, and Lapu's body couldn't help but tremble.

"There's no need to worry. With His Majesty's mercy, I'm sure he won't discriminate against you." Helga looked at Lapu tenderly and reached out to touch the short black hair that she was ashamed of. "You are just a member of the devil's contractor." Descendants are not people who signed a contract with the devil. I swear to you, you will never be disliked by His Majesty."

After all, even the undead can have a place to live in His Majesty.

Helga murmured in her mind.

"Lady Helga..."

Rapp timidly raised his head, glanced at Helga with his black eyes, and lowered his head as if he was afraid of sucking her soul into the abyss.

But she was somewhat reassured.

"Okay, Rapp, let's go. Send the order and tell Lord Kakarit exactly what I said."

Helga's silvery blue eyes looked at Rapp tenderly and asked her to step back.

After that, Helga's expression became serious.

She pondered for a long time, and finally made up her mind.

"Lord Elucard, are you still there?"

"Of course, my sweetheart..."

A slightly hoarse and magnetic voice sounded, and the charming girl appeared silently behind Helga, hugging her into her arms.

This time Helga didn't resist.

She opened her mouth softly: "Master Elucado... tell me, who exactly does His Majesty want to kill when you come here in person?"

"Oh? What do you want to do?"

"Proof...or a sacrifice."

Helga raised her head, pale enthusiasm gradually ignited in her eyes: "As a loyal dog... you should always take the initiative to do something."

Hearing this, Elcardo finally showed a satisfied smile.

(End of this chapter)