Crimson Servant

Vivian opened her eyes. She couldn't remember how many sleepless nights she had spent, but she had never woken up and found herself tied to the edge of the saddle like she was now. Vivian's hands and feet were tied with ropes, and her body lay on the horse's back, close to the horse's butt. On the other side of her, the back of Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, looked like a mountain peak.

She was captured, but the rope wasn't very strong, for a vampire.

Vivian slowly moved the knot to her mouth, exposed her fangs, and bit the rope to the rhythm of the horse's hooves. Vivian carefully untied her hands. She did not dare to act rashly at this time. There was no chance of winning in a head-on conflict with Knight Gawain. Escape is even more impossible. No one with two legs can run with four legs, not even a vampire. Vivian continued to maintain her unconscious posture, while her right hand reached for the scabbard on her waist strap.

Thank goodness she had the habit of carrying her dagger with her, even when she was in the water.

Vivian's fingers touched the hilt of the sword, and she would make the knight in front of her pay for his carelessness.

"I will cut off your fingers." Gawain tilted his head so that Vivian could see his side face. His face seemed to be covered with frost. "I once swore not to embarrass the lady. Please don't let me." I’m embarrassed.”

Gawain had already discovered Vivian's sobriety. He waited for the vampire to untie the rope and speak before her attack intention turned into action.

The knight tightened the reins to stop the horse, then turned over and dismounted under Vivian's vigilant gaze. Gawain stood by the road, waiting for Vivian, who had her hands free, to turn around and sit on the horse, looking at him.

He grabbed Vivian's boots and cut the rope binding her feet.

In the process, Gawain sets rules for his captives.

"If you run away, I will burn you to ashes. If you attack, I will execute you. You are now my prisoner. Before arriving at the royal city, I will ensure your safety, but you must not leave me for half a step."

Gawain's chivalry made Vivian feel that she could use it to her advantage, so she did so, even taking it a step further. Vivian straightened her back, trying to despise Gawain from her momentum, and looked down at the knight.

"Where are my companions? What did you do to them?"

"I have no obligation to tell you."

He was just as difficult to communicate with as Raven, Vivian thought.

Gawain remounted the horse, but Vivian, who was rejected, did not take any drastic action. She honestly acted as a prisoner and remained silent.

The contact with Raven during the adventure has made Vivian understand his personality. Vivian has sufficient experience in how to contact a cold-faced killer.

"My queen is not interested in them."

Gawain's voice was drowned out by the sound of galloping horses' hooves.

After several days of riding, Gawain led Vivian into a magnificent city. The emblem of the Knights of the Round Table allowed the two to quickly pass through the city gate post. The guards did not even come forward to ask, and they must not know the identity of Vivian's prisoner.

Gawain led her towards the inner city. Before entering the tower, Gawain told Vivian: "Don't act without authorization and don't talk to anyone. This is not only good for you, but also good for them."

Vivian nodded perfunctorily and observed the environment around the royal city. She habitually looked for those hidden corners, always thinking that the red robe would pop out of a blind corner. Only then did Vivian realize that some changes had occurred in herself who was used to being alone. It must be the influence of blood-sucking impulses.

Gawain stopped his horse in the front courtyard, dismounted and offered his hand to Vivian, who was still sitting on the horse.

Vivian ignored Gawain's gentlemanly etiquette. She raised her thigh, turned over from the other side and dismounted. In the process of raising her leg, her boots inadvertently swiped across Gawain's head.

Gawain had no expression on his face, pulled out his sword, and stood in front of the vampire.

A heat wave spread from around the Doomsday Knight. Just as the vampire's body tensed up, he realized that the high temperature was not directed at him.

But someone else. The knights who noticed the two dropped their weapons and gathered in front of Gawain. Their faces showed joy, and the burning emotion in their eyes gave Vivian goosebumps.

They adore Vivian and her face.

Gawain seemed to have expected this. His long sword drew a wall of fire in front of the Knights of the Round Table. He stood in front of the female vampire and shouted sternly at his companions.

"Stop! If you lose your eyes to distinguish right from wrong, you should at least keep your ears that can understand commands."

Forced by the power of the Doomsday Knight, the Knights of the Round Table stopped outside the flames. They did not move. Several of them looked at the faces of Vivian and Gawain.

"Gawain!"

The Lord Knight turned his head and saw other Lord Knights with whom he was closely related. They noticed the commotion and were drawn over.

Gawain was glad that it was they who pronounced his name, and not some young challenger carried away by enthusiasm.

The crowd dispersed and the Lord Knight cleared the way for Gawain.

Despite this, when several knight lords saw Vivian following Gawain, their eyes widened, their heads lowered, and then they drew back their legs and bent their knees.

"Stop it, Agguivin."

The knight lord named Agguiwen stopped moving at Gawain's words, but looked puzzled, and his eyes glanced at Vivian's face from time to time.

"She is a stranger."

This sentence seemed to awaken Agguiwen's sanity, and he immediately ordered all the knights of the Round Table to turn back, turning their backs on Gawain and Vivian, and left all the work of leading Gawain into the inner city to a few knight lords.

Vivian was immediately surrounded by six knight lords, including Gawain, and was surrounded tightly.

"It seems that the other me is an important person." Vivian said.

The knight lord named Baos chuckled and quickly kept quiet under the eyes of his companions.

Under the escort of the Knight Lord, Vivian could only see the six gaps between the floor tiles under her feet and the knight's armor.

They moved slowly, not at the pace of a lady, and the whole process was like a pilgrimage.

Vivian felt them moving upwards, passing several stairs.

This line seems to be endless, and Vivian's heart also rises and falls to the bottom.

Her premonition became stronger and stronger, and the Lord Knight took her to a luxurious room, where Vivian heard another breathing sound.

As the knights knelt down collectively, Vivian, who was surrounded by tall and strong men, stood out and became the only one standing.

Vivian saw her reverse body.

She sat on a high-backed chair, supporting the side of her face with her right hand and her little finger against her lips. When she saw Vivian's face, she smiled. For a moment, it was like flowers blooming. Vivian covered her heart, and a sweet and happy feeling arose in her heart.

No, this isn't normal, she's not the kind of woman who looks in the mirror.

The vampire calmed her heartbeat, and she stared at herself sitting in the chair, feeling the horror of its charm.

"Morgan."