The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

"Selene..."

Lor heard a leisurely sigh from behind him, and was surprised to find that the god in the image of a woman with wings on her back was standing next to him.

Together they looked outside through the gap in Neriel's scroll.

Nelliel seemed to quickly adapt to her identity as a spirit, and a blurry human face appeared on the surface of the mirror in Lor's hand.

The facial features of the person can be vaguely seen as that of a very pretty woman, but because it is in the gray mirror, it looks inexplicably strange.

The mouth in the mirror moved, as if it considered for a moment before speaking.

"Your Majesty, you, you called out that person's name in the blood clan's territory?"

"I am not here."

The Caretaker of Eternal Love answered gently, and He seemed to be looking at Ingrid who was being promoted, and said with some emotion.

"The children of Selene bear the sin of nature. They are a race created deliberately to prepare for the great war that will come in the future."

"You don't need to worry about their strength. Unless dusk falls, they can't leave this territory for too long."

Lor was somewhat frightened when he heard this. One of the rulers of this world was right next to him, and the plain words coming from his mouth were absolutely secrets that no mortal could be allowed to know.

And after being reincarnated as a mirror, Nellie seemed to have fewer worries, and her damn curiosity became even stronger.

She asked, eager to try like a cat ready to die.

“Is this something I can know…?”

"Is Dusk the honorific name of a certain god?"

The caregiver just smiled.

"You are already very knowledgeable. A little more won't hurt. He is the last offspring of the Earth Mother and is the eternal enemy of the eldest son Ouroboros."

"The last one, isn't that..."

The mouth in Nellie's mirror sucked in a breath of cold air, and Lor was a little anxious. Anyone who said half of a riddle like this should be dragged out and beaten to death!

Lor thought about it and took this rare opportunity to ask curiously.

"What exactly is the Holy Grail that the Blood Clan has been searching for? Can it really revive the True Ancestor?"

He paused and added.

"Does it have anything to do with me?"

"They are looking for a sacrifice that will revive Selene."

The woman with wings on her back was like the big sister next door, patiently answering Lor's questions.

It is no wonder that Neriel felt relieved about her safety after recognizing the other party. Amor's incarnation seems to have a special patience and gentleness in treating mortals.

"The true ancestor of the blood race is Selene's incarnation walking in the mortal world. Because he created the blood race, he also suffered the sin of heaven and fell into a deep sleep."

"Only by obtaining the Endymion in Themis' prophecy can He be awakened..."

The god smiled slightly, raised her hand and stroked the soft hair on Lor's head. Lor obediently let her stroke him and heard her continue.

“If you die now and are transformed into a vampire, the divinity of love in your body will spontaneously transform into the divinity of blood and the divinity of dreams.

You only need to reach the end of the road of dream divinity, and there is a certain probability that you will become the prophesied Endymion.

At that time, you will see Selene's true appearance in your dreams, but as the price of waking her up, you will fall into eternal sleep instead of her."

"Do you want to?"

Ah this...

"Never mind..."

Lor's face looked a little embarrassed. Regardless of whether he was willing or not, even if he became a vampire, he might not be able to cultivate his divinity to that level.

I didn’t see that Adriana spent so many years in slumber and still failed to become an ancient.

What's more, he didn't have a good impression of the entire vampire clan, and he also began to dislike this god in the sky.

"Then you have to leave quickly. His spokesperson is waking up. If you don't leave now, she might catch you."

The Queen of the Blood Clan is about to wake up? !

Lor's heart tightened and he asked anxiously.

"Then how do I leave?"

Nellie spoke at the right time.

"I can take you away."

Lor lowered his head, and all kinds of strange scenes kept flashing on the mirror in his hand.

Sometimes it is the meadow on the bank of a clear stream, sometimes it is in a narrow and quiet valley, and sometimes it is in a primitive jungle that blocks out the sky.

It was like a slide show constantly showing scenery taken from all over the world, which made Lor feel dizzy.

The final scene freezes, and the mirror reflects the entrance to an endless forest, with a path winding into the dark depths of the forest.

Some woodland?

Lor was first surprised by the scene in the mirror, and then he reacted belatedly.

When this mirror was in Tilithus's hands, it could open a portal to the ruins. Now, Nelliel has become a spirit attached to the mirror.

She can also open portals to other places, and she even knows more places than Tilithus.

She can teleport herself all over the Rose Continent!

"Come in, the door is open."

Nelliel's voice came from the mirror, the image in the mirror was distorted, and a deep passage appeared in front of Lor.

Lor was somewhat surprised by this familiar scene, but then the ground outside shook, and the tremors even spread to the world in the painting.

The illusory door in the blood-red full moon had been completely opened, and a figure shrouded in a pitch-black cloak walked out, with no trace of flesh and blood on his exposed arms.

But it was a hideous, pale bone hand.

As the figure stayed in mid-air and looked down at the imposing Ingrid, it did not make any movement but stood respectfully to one side.

Behind the illusory door in the blood moon, on a throne made of bones, a vague shadow seems to be gradually waking up.

The dark corona in the sky could no longer suppress the arrival of the Blood Clan Royal Court.

Lor knew it would be too late if he didn't leave now, so he spoke.

"I'm going to ask Sister Venus to go with us."

"..."

The smile on the Caretaker's face seemed to become a little subtle. He looked at the figure in the black corona in the sky and spoke.

"He is too dangerous for you."

"She has been shot by your arrow and will not hurt me." Lor said anxiously.

Because he felt that there seemed to be a gaze from the blood moon faintly falling on him.

But the winged god beside him just said it calmly.

"One arrow is not enough to control Him. He is just using you to anchor His humanity... Venus is not His real name. You should leave."

The voice was still gentle, but it carried a tone that said it was not to be disobeyed.

A thought suddenly came to Lor's mind.

He didn't want to see Miss Yasha acting with him, as this might affect his plans.

Lor knew that he could not disobey a god, so he could only nod obediently. He took one last look at the figure in the black corona, raised his hand and touched the portal in front of him that was constantly emitting faint light.

Miss Yasha sensed the departure of Lor's aura and looked down, just in time to see the woman with wings on her back in the torn scroll world.

The two sides looked at each other.

"Tsk."

She uttered a slight murmur of understanding, seemingly not surprised.

Amor's arrows would never choose a host easily, but because Amor had been silent for a long time, she did not associate him with the other party at the first time.

She was not very familiar with Amor, the goddess of love who was older than herself, but as one of the victors of the Great Hunt, she was not afraid of these gods who were older than her.

I just don’t know what purpose His long-awaited appearance is for, and what role Lor plays in it.

But since the boy has already left, there is no need for her to waste time with the vampires.

The sun disk collapsed from the center and turned into endless sticky black liquid dripping from the air.

"Holy Grail..."

The moment Lor walked into the portal, a hoarse roar sounded from the blood moon.

The dark night sky was instantly covered with blood.

Milora knelt on the ground trembling, and Ingrid, who finally got what she wanted, bowed and greeted her with a smile.

"You are welcome, my Lord."

Nellie's scroll was crushed into pieces by an invisible force, but there was nothing left inside.

"..."