Online game: Confession of love to a noble daughter at the beginning

Victor sat on an old wooden chair, leaning lazily on the back of the chair.

One leg was leisurely raised, and he was immersed in reading a heavy magic book in his hand.

Beside him, Priss stood quietly, her bright eyes staring at Victor's serious profile with curiosity.

The fishy smell that had not been cleaned for a long time was pervasive around him, but Victor was still so focused on the book.

Whenever he turned the pages of the book, the rustling sound was particularly clear in the silent room.

Sensing Priss's gaze, Victor raised his eyes, tilted his head slightly and asked:

"What are you looking at?"

Priss shrank her body, seeming a little scared:

"You... look good."

What a straightforward girl.

Hearing this, Victor didn't say anything more.

But Priss was still secretly watching him from the side.

After a long time, she finally managed to say:

"My mother... is she really unsalvageable?"

Hearing the voice, Victor put away the book, raised his head, and stared at Priss.

After he finished those words, Priss, who couldn't accept it, burst into tears.

It was hard for anyone to accept the fact that she had accidentally killed her mother with her own hands.

But Victor also told Priss that it was the result of her unconscious mistake as a blood race.

So, this was not her mistake.

After this comfort, Priss got much better.

Victor continued:

"Your mother no longer has a body that can accommodate her survival in this world."

"If you want to revive her, then as a price, you have to die for her."

"Then I will die for her!"

Priss's voice without hesitation sounded.

She put one hand on her chest, and her resolute eyes told Victor her determination.

Hearing Priscilla's words, Victor suddenly turned his head, looked in the direction of the curtains, and suddenly said:

"The blood moon is coming."

Pricilla shrank aside, not yet able to understand what it meant.

Suddenly, the strong wind rushed into the house like a ferocious beast that squeezed into the mansion.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the influence of magic, the curtains swung rapidly in the air, bursting out bursts of whirring sounds.

The frenzied wind made Priscilla raise her hand to cover her messy hair, and the other hand pressed down her black dress to prevent her from exposing herself.

The wind blew open the window, and she turned her head and looked out the window.

A blood-colored moonlight shone in through the broken window and fell on Priscilla's face.

She stood there in a daze, looking at the blood moon that appeared in the sky.

But she didn't feel anything.

Because she was just a ghost, the instincts that existed in the flesh and blood body did not affect her.

But the corresponding is.

The monster in her body reacted.

The red blood moon illuminated the whole room, and the scarlet light covered the blood-born.

Its almost twisted head looked along the scarlet light, and its eyes passed through the window and fell on the blood moon hanging in the sky.

In an instant, the scarlet pupils seemed to be filled with an obsession, and a strong desire overflowed from the eyes, gradually devouring its entire body.

The crystal-clear pupils like two rubies reflected a frenzied picture.

Under the high-hanging blood moon, countless blood slaves danced wildly on the scarlet formation.

They pulled their bodies, twisted in weird postures, and hissed low wails.

It seemed to be calling something to the deep space or the heretical space.

Under some mysterious guidance, the blood-born monster slowly dragged the twisted body, trying to stretch out its blurred limbs to touch the blood moon that illuminated the night sky.

As if craving for her own power.

The scarlet moonlight continued to expand in its eyes, and its already twisted limbs curled up more convulsively.

The broken bones made a chilling click.

Its back, bathed in blood, began to wriggle, and its clothes were pushed outward by the bulging flesh.

Silla——

The clothes on its back were torn open with a huge crack, and its pale skin was exposed under the faint scarlet, which looked so weird.

But then, a pair of bat wings grew out from behind it.

Seeing this, Priss was shocked.

Is this...herself?

The blood-red bat wings followed the body, as if absorbing all the moonlight.

Sharp teeth stretched out from its mouth, and its twisted and broken body was also roughly corrected in an extremely uncoordinated way.

Under the influence of the blood moon, everything about the blood race changed, as if it was being forced.Just like accepting the changes brought by the blood moon.

Priss was stunned, and at this time, Victor's voice slowly sounded:

"You said, you can die for your mother?"

"Even if she lives as you forever, right?"

Priss reacted, looked back at Victor, nodded fiercely, and her eyes were full of determination.

Victor said:

"Well, next, I want to see how much you can do for your mother."

Priss was very nervous and asked Victor:

"Can you really save my mother..."

Victor smiled gently:

"I came here to treat your mother's mania."

"Come with me."

He stood up, and the crow flew over his shoulder.

Seeing this, Priss followed Victor closely.

When leaving, Vega's deep single eye suddenly stared at the blood moon hanging high in the sky.

It was as if he wanted to completely lock the blood moon in his eyes.

…

The blood moon that penetrated the heavy clouds hung high in the sky, like a heart beating in the chest with boiling blood.

The blood slaves on the earth were like puppets manipulated by strings, mechanically repeating a kind of curse dance.

August stood in the bloody moonlight, stretched out his arms, like the only conductor in this chaotic dance.

The nobles around stared at August, their faces were dull, but their eyes clearly showed deep fear and shock.

They were afraid, they were afraid, they were angry.

But more of them were puzzled.

Why did August become like this?

Perhaps this was not sudden, after all, this banquet was obviously a layout that August had arranged long ago.

The subhumans attacked the city, causing the destruction of the royal city, so the banquet had to be held at the home of Count Laurian.

At this moment, no one cared why August wanted to marry Count Laurian's dead daughter.

Everyone was just curious.

Why did August suddenly have a connection with the vampires?

The vampires were such a mysterious existence, and everyone in the field knew very little about them.

But they were destined not to be human.

However, as the king of a country, August actually colluded with the vampires.

This shocked and puzzled everyone present.

They instinctively wanted to rebuke August, but...

Everyone still remembered the lesson of Count Cody just now.

There was one thing August said was right.

To be able to become a king, his strength would never be weak.

Even now, August didn't know what was wrong.

He clearly took a sword from a fourth-level warrior, but he was unscathed.

But the next second, something even more terrifying happened.

The earl whose head fell to the ground before, his headless body suddenly twisted on the ground.

His body twisted on the ground, his legs firmly stepped into the ground, and his original body was pulled up.

The next second, he stood up suddenly, and like those blood slaves, he danced wildly and swung mechanical movements.

But he did not make a low roar.

Because this body has no head.

Seeing this, a noble suddenly felt extremely sad and angry, and shouted to the nobles present;

"Count Cody!"

"Even Count Cody..."

At this moment, everyone present was scared.

Under August's hands, even death would not bring peace.

August was not surprised by the emotions of the people present, and a joyful voice rang in everyone's ears:

"This is not death, this is dedication to the kingdom."

"So, what are you afraid of?"

Soon, he came back to his senses from the fanatical excitement and said calmly:

"Now, a large amount of gunpowder has been buried under all of us."

"At twelve o'clock midnight, everything will be gone."

"By then, the flesh and blood of all of you will become food for the queen's rebirth."

All the nobles present were frozen.

They looked at August and cursed:

"August, you are really crazy!"

"How dare you! How can you do this!"

He ignored the curses of the crowd.

August smiled again and said to Aurelian and the twelve foreign ministers beside him:

"I am so sorry, Your Highness and all the ministers, for making you attend such an unfriendly banquet."

"I will send someone to take you away safely before the gunpowder explodes."

Hearing this, they did not feel lucky that they had escaped the disaster, but insteadAnd they thought August was ridiculous.

They also trembled, and blood rushed into their faces.

A foreign minister finally couldn't help it, and said to August in a trembling voice:

"What...what do you want to do?"

"The Grand Duke won't allow you to do this!"

August gave him a cold look in return.

"To make the kingdom stronger."

"Isn't that reason enough?"

After the voice fell, the whole audience fell silent.

Soon, August turned around, his eyes wandering in every corner of the venue, as if he regarded the nobles present as the audience of this chaotic ball.

Looking at their terrified faces, August felt an extreme pleasure.

These people who usually only behaved submissively in front of the Grand Duke were now extremely afraid of him.

This made August more certain that everything he did was right.

August enjoyed it very much, and he was even a little intoxicated by the fear of the nobles.

"As for the Grand Duke? He won't care."

August squinted and chuckled.

The more you come into contact with life and death, the further you will be away from life and death.

Grand Duke Barro, who has long been accustomed to all life and death, is like an observer, a passive guardian of the kingdom.

He doesn't care about the future of the kingdom, nor does he care about the power change in the kingdom.

As long as the kingdom does not perish, he will not take action.

Suddenly, August felt something was wrong.

Because the blood slave of the earl who stood up just now was out of his control.

"What's going on..."

His eyes focused on the headless earl.

A dark green flame suddenly climbed up from its body to the top of its head.

The soul fire turned into a head and fell on the body of the earl.

The flame burned his body, and the dark green flame engulfed and peeled off his flesh and blood, revealing the eerie white bones.

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned, including August.

Because this emanating power was the undead magic that the people of the kingdom were very familiar with.

However, the only one who could use the magic of the dead, Grand Duke Barro, was not here.

Suddenly, a green light flashed before August's eyes, and he turned his head sharply.

Aurelian's body was burning with the same dark green flame.

At this moment, Aurelian's body was also wrapped in a layer of dark flames, and a layer of green light floated on the surface of her body.

The green light was reflected in her pupils, as if an invisible flame was burning in her eyes.

The white dress was also swallowed by the dark green flames and turned into a black ink.

Above the head, a dark green crown appeared, still emitting strange hot green flames.

At this moment, she seemed to have turned into a witch.

Carrying an ethereal and deep voice, it echoed in everyone's ears.

"I hate to pin my fate on others."

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"