Crimson Servant

"Really? Is this a joke? Didn't you hear what I said just now?"

"Don't trust the gods you once relied on! Don't do stupid things that harm yourself and others!"

"You want to stay here and become the savior?! Wear the shackles given to you by the gods?!"

"Why? For a group of fake people? Stay rational, Vivian! The feelings you experience in this world are unreal. Don't let illusions touch your sincerity."

John grabbed Vivian's wrist and held it forcefully in front of the two of them.

"I hope the mind flayer didn't leave more damage in your brain and take away your ability to experience reality. Like this, Vivian, we are real. It's time for us to go back together, back to our world."

John let go of his hand, and then he realized that the force he used was too brutal, and obvious bruises appeared on the female vampire's wrist.

"Feel sorry."

Vivian shook her head from side to side, rubbed her wrists, raised her eyebrows, and had a surprised expression on her face.

"Does it hurt?" John's apology deepened.

"This is the first time you take the initiative to hold my hand." Vivian laughed.

"...Poor changing of the subject technique." John's apology disappeared.

But John had to admit that this was very effective, because the awkward atmosphere caused by his impulse was effectively alleviated. The Warlock continues to try to convince Vivian to give up her impulsive idea.

"If you can't go back, there will be people over there who will always care about you."

Vivian's smile faded a little.

"This reminds me of something." Vivian stroked the back of her hand.

"I missed my sister's funeral. She was my last relative and the last person there who still remembered me."

The warlock immediately wanted to activate the shadow of Seclonfas to replace the mirror image, but unfortunately, the feeling of wanting to die did not count as mental damage.

"When I was nineteen years old, I was abducted by a vampire. After I was transformed into a vampire, I spent a long time in isolation from the world. After I took revenge on the madwoman and regained my freedom, my brain was already blurry. I traced my memory back to my hometown, and all I saw was my sister’s tombstone.”

"I didn't shed a single tear. My vampire physique made me lose most of my emotional abilities. It was like putting my heart in a sealed bottle."

"When I touched her name, all I felt was the coldness on the stone tablet."

"I'm alone in that world, too, John."

The warlock put his clenched fists behind his back and stared into Vivian's calm eyes, as if there were flames burning in his pupils.

John made a difficult decision.

"You can come back to Dark City with me and I will introduce you to my family."

"Introducing to Mariana?" The vampire's emotions rose rapidly.

John answered matter-of-factly.

"Mariana is my family."

Vivian was a little disappointed when she didn't see the expression she wanted to see on the warlock's face. She stood on tiptoes, keeping her gaze roughly level with John, and looked directly into his eyes.

"For what purpose did you stop me? John. In what capacity and with what emotion did you say this to me?" Vivian's gaze was too pure, making the warlock feel that he could not say anything. Nothing you say will cause fluctuations in the other party.

John looked away.

"I brought you into this world, and I have the obligation to take you back. You, Raven, and Barnes, we must go back together. This is my responsibility as a partner."

John didn't know whether Vivian accepted this explanation, nor did he know what kind of emotions she would have in her heart when she heard this answer.

He couldn't tell. Vivian is the same type of person as him. They wear masks to disguise their feelings. In a world not created with lies, they are also used to using lies to cover up the truth.

"I told you once that I did not abandon my beliefs after transforming into a vampire. And my goddess also responded to my prayers. She gave me blessings, allowing me to break through the vampire's physique and experience the world."

"Suddenly, the colorful world impacted my senses, and there was a clear sense of tearing with my previous self-perception. I distinguished the two Vivian. Because my experience as a slave and my thirst for blood were regarded by me as Flaws, I have always believed that Vivian, who can ignore other people’s eyes and sing and dance freely, is the better version of herself.”

"I have always felt that I was a loser. The goddess's blessing is like Cinderella's glass slipper, which is the key to my enjoyment of life. So after entering this different world and the blessing was cancelled, I gave up on myself. Because I knew that I had lost With the magic, he returned to his cold and dangerous self."

"This world has taken off my mask, but your tolerance has given me a new feeling in my heart, fresh and warm... This is just a description, not aftertaste of the taste of blood-sucking. Well, the pleasure it brings is actually Almost the same."

"Then I saw Morgan. Morgan's perverseness made me realize that I was not that bad. Compared to the intense happiness I felt under the blessing of the goddess in that world, the feelings of frustration in this country felt more real to me. "

"With Mordred's selfless assistance and Merlin's careful teachings, while climbing up from the bottom, I can feel the mission calling me to perform the things I should accomplish. I will win my life for this, what I have been pursuing. Answer."

"I used that blessing as a reward for my mission, but for me, the real reward is this adventure of pursuing my mission and meeting you."

"John, it's not the truth that matters, it's the feeling, and that's precious to me."

"and……"

Vivian put her hands behind her back.

"I am always a substitute. Whether it is to you or to the gods, I am a suitable substitute that can be lost."

"John, how much of your heart is based on the psychological effects of special scenes, how much of it is the attraction created by spells on the spiritual level, and how much of it comes from the heart. No matter what, the gods got the results they wanted. Wei Wei'an received the crimson corruption from the Crimson Beloved, becoming the only vessel capable of carrying blasphemous divine power."

"And how much of my inexplicable throbbing for you is from my heart, not mixed with the influence of blessings, not mixed with blood-sucking impulses. I don't know, these feelings are twisted together and I can't tell them clearly. Many accidents have brought Our destinies are intertwined, and it’s all about ‘I do’.”

"I would like to avoid consequences that the gods would not tolerate."

"I'm willing to inherit the parts of John that aren't willing to accept."

Vivian leaned over, and she bit John's lips, turning into a stinging kiss.

The smell of rust flowed into his mouth from the corners of his mouth, and John Camp looked at the woman in front of him who silenced him.

"Don't do stupid things that harm yourself and others."

"Don't let false illusions touch your true heart."

Vivian licked the corners of her lips, smiled and responded to him with the words of a warlock.

Divine power enveloped the female vampire, and her long hair floated, glowing a flaming red under the guidance of the divine power.

Vivian Ordiz fell into the blood-red abyss, answering Mordred's prayers.

The new god was born in the crimson. Before being sent out of the crystal wall of the bridged world, John Camp heard the message from the mistress of the Kingdom of Lies.

"Don't think too much, I don't like you."

"I don't like it at all."

John Kemp recalled Vivian's last appearance, and an idea came to his mind.

It turns out that Vivian Ordiz’s god of faith is Suni.

God of love and beauty, fire-haired, passionate princess.

Believers of Suni pursue beauty and elegance and have the courage to face impossible love.