943: 320.
Ellen’s “Family Gathering”_3 943: 320.
Ellen’s “Family Gathering”_3 It seems that he was definitely not the only one to have spotted the business opportunity presented by the impending Black Disaster, and there were surely more than just him and Wuioge who were secretly making preparations.
“Alright, half it is.
First, help secure the Northern Arsenal, then we can go back and get ready.
I’ll ask Valande for so ti off, and we’ll set out tonight!”
—
“Why is it so noisy outside?”
anwhile, in the inner city area of Westerburg, in the shattered courtyard of the Xikeier Family’s castle, Count Shuren frowned and asked the Valande Knight who was guarding him:
“Has sothing happened?”
The bear-like Colonel of the Winged Cavalry let out a loud whistle, and the next instant, a majestic eagle swooped down from the sky and landed steadily on his shoulder with a flap of its wings.
After communicating with his eagle in the animal language bestowed by the forest blessing, the Valande Knight told the Little Count:
“A group of new recruits were treasure hunting on Bank Street when they sparked an Undead uprising.
They suffered heavy casualties…
Damn it!
Their basic training wasn’t even complete yet!
Sunny was right, these guys have no organization or discipline, they’ll never make good Soldiers!”
“It’s no matter.”
Having already learned the inside story from Murphy, Count Shuren waved his hand and said:
“Their training won’t be interrupted because of this, you’ll see them again in three days.”
“Hm?”
The Valande Knight did not understand what the Little Count ant, and Shuren did not elaborate further.
Instead, she briskly crossed the castle garden that had withered due to the plague and stepped into the collapsed do of the living area.
She had intended to find her father’s remains here, but a ssage from Murphy made Shuren realize she might have an “unexpected find” in this place.
Indeed, when she circled the banquet hall and entered her father’s forr study, a familiar figure appeared before Shuren and Valande.
It was a tall man wearing the heavy armor of a Winged Cavalry.
His body was extrely robust.
He was even a head taller than the Valande Knight, like a true Giant.
But the once shiny grey armor had now turned pitch black, and it seed forbidding just from the look of it.
The study, which once held many trophies, also had drastically changed.
In shambles, there stood an “Iron Throne” fashioned from the twisted and dried remnants of Pioneer Army Soldiers’ armor.
Amidst hundreds of horrified faces, the dark-wrapped man sat on the throne, with both hands resting on a chilling Giant Armor-Breaking Hamr.
Below that black full-face helt, no face could be seen, just a pair of eyes emitting a ghostly blue light.
“Father…”
Little Sheron said with a trembling voice, and the Valande Knight instinctively moved to kneel before this man, but was rebuked with a hoarse and desiccated voice:
“Do not…
kneel!”
The once Count of West Ke Mail, the man who fought for this city and its people to the very last, said:
“I…
am no longer the man you knew…
Boren Sanders Xikeier is dead!
He died on the battlefield against foreign enemies, died from a despicable and shaless plague, died on the night when the city he protected went to Hell.
Before you is but a Ghost, struggling not to fall, wantonly wandering in a world it doesn’t belong to.
And you two, having escaped Hell, should not have returned!
Turn and leave.
I can pretend I have not seen you.”
“But you are right in front of !
Father.”
Little Sheron took a step forward and said:
“That night you didn’t even have ti to say goodbye.
We are children of the woods, our bonds are not severed by re death.
If you are here, then perhaps Mother also…
Is she here too?”
“Of course, my child.”
A whispery voice, ethereal as a Phantom, arose in the shadows of the study.
Amid the convergence of green glows, a haunting Spiritual Body Countess hovered in midair.
She was behind Count West Ke Mail.
This Phantom and “Underworld Knight” together complented the war-torn ruins around them, and notably, this Countess of Xike had a curious race.
She was a rare mixed-blood Half-body Man, or “half” Half-body Man…
A hybrid of Humans and Half-body n, she had the stature and proportions of a human alongside the delicateness and agility of Half-body n.
Although now a Spiritual Body, her presence was a striking contrast to the over two ters tall Count sitting there, perfectly embodying the “beauty and the beast” pairing in a miraculous truth.
The pale light from beyond the partially collapsed walls shone here with no warmth to offer, with the light bringing only endless sorrow, not comfort or peace.
That pale face and those glowing eyes stared at Little Sheron; though there was a trace of lingering warmth, there was also malevolence from Hades towards all life.
From the face of the Phantom Countess, it was apparent that the refined aspects of Little Sheron’s appearance were inherited from her.
“How I wish to embrace you, Little Sandra, but I can’t anymore.
There are vile voices in my soul bewitching to taste your Flesh and keep you by my side forever.
This is the Curse of lingering in the mortal world against the laws of life and death, and it’s consuming your father and by the day.”
The Countess Xikeier advised with the unique “tremolo” of a Spiritual Body:
“Those people haven’t discovered your intrusion yet, so I beg you, Sandra, my daughter, leave before we are manipulated into attacking you!
No!
You should leave Transylvania forever!
This land where our generations have lived is dood.
It is destined to be completely leveled in the fifth Black Disaster.
All sorrow and joy, all perseverance and ideals will have no aning.
Destruction will co.
In the dusk of sunset, the warm Flas will embrace everything, allowing us to sleep eternally in the night, until the arrival of the next pure Era.
Child, do not feel sad for this.
It’s not your fault, nor ours.
It is rely a mistake that needs to be corrected, nothing more.”
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