Chapter 512: The Lightless Night
Under the nightfall, dark and viscous demonic power, as tenacious as tentacles, gripped his throat, lifting him bit by bit from the ground.
Is my reaction so sluggish because my mind is uneasy…
This was the first thought that came to Ig’s mind.
“To think I would encounter Lancaster’s heir here…”
The approaching person walked closer, concealed beneath their cloak, and a low, hoarse voice slowly emerged, suppressing immense surprise.
“I almost forgot, Lichen, it’s still a battlefield… Have I met an enemy?”
The suffocation from lack of oxygen brought a sense of dizziness. However, Ig’s consciousness was surprisingly calm.
Yes, they are enemies of Lancaster, and I am his “heir.” It is only natural that they would seek me out.
The sound of the other party’s footsteps gradually drew nearer, and he could faintly hear the rapid, excited “hissing” breaths.
Not only the intensifying pressure on his throat but also the surging demonic power made Ig have no doubt that the other party could easily snap his neck.
However, unlike the instinctive struggle of his body, perhaps due to the lack of oxygen, his consciousness became incredibly slow and calm.
Death, but that’s not bad either…
However, at this moment, Ig suddenly felt a flicker of curiosity about who exactly had killed him here. So, after a slight delay, he widened his pupils and slowly raised his face.
Suddenly, the black-robed figure before him trembled heavily, and a slender sword tip pierced through his chest from behind. Flesh and body, amidst scarlet demonic power, rapidly withered and exploded into a mist of blood with a “poof.”
“Ig!”
A girl’s voice, sounding particularly anxious, followed, and the girl’s soft, cool little hand grabbed him and pulled him up from the ground.
Ig’s dizzying vision persisted for a while before he raised his cheek and saw before him a silver-haired vampire princess with beautiful, ruby-like pupils, clad in an exquisite dress, as beautiful as a doll.
However, at this moment, in addition to worry for him, her delicate face also displayed an anxiety and panic she couldn’t conceal.
“Ah, it’s Flarn… What are you doing here?”
The last time he saw Flarn was in the hidden place of the North Wind Graveyard. Ig raised his eyes, and the vampire princess before him was still the same blood race loli he remembered when they parted… But, faintly carrying his feeling, she had an air of noble nobility, like the majesty accumulated when in a superior position.
Flarn is the princess of the Blood Race… Is she their queen now, their sovereign?
Ig thought dazedly.
Seeing that he was not seriously injured, Flarn anxiously pulled his hand, saying, “Ig, hurry and come with me to find my elder sister!”
However, the silver-haired girl couldn’t pull him along. Flarn turned her small face, and Ig before her stood like a statue poured with stone.
“Ig!”
The expression on the young man’s face remained silent. He slightly lowered his head and saw the extinguished flame mark on his wrist: “Young lady… you and I are no longer connected.”
Cruel, like a sharpened knife cutting through his heart, but these were the actual words.
The beautiful, bright crimson ruby eyes widened slightly on the vampire princess’s snow-white face, and she said disbelievingly, “What are you saying! Clearly, that day, you were thinking of my elder sister! And, my elder sister she…”
Ig shook his head and interrupted, “That was before. Now, I don’t owe her anymore. Flarn, if, if you see her… please tell her I apologize.”
Ig didn’t know why he said these words. Was he trying to harden his heart first, or did he want to drive Flarn away with these words and let himself perish?
“Ig, what are you saying—”
Seeing the blood race girl’s unacceptable expression, Ig suddenly smiled lightly, “Oh, right. Tomorrow is my wedding with Misaela. If you can, Flarn, I wonder if you would be able to attend…”
The blood race girl’s small, exquisite jade hand was raised high and slapped him heavily on the face.
“Slap!”
His cheek was heavily turned away, the loud sound leaving a burning pain. Ig made no move to respond, merely staring blankly as he shifted his gaze.
The snow-white cheeks of the silver-haired vampire princess were already flushed with anger, completely unlike her usual quiet and well-behaved demeanor. Her delicate, beautiful eyes widened in anger:
“You cowardly guy, how did you become so decadent! Back then, back then, I shouldn’t have given my sister to you!”
After saying that, Flarn forcefully flung Ig’s hand away and then turned and ran without looking back.
Ig made no move, merely staring blankly as the slender figure of the blood race girl was swallowed by the dark night.
Only when the burning pain on his face gradually subsided did Ig slowly lower his head and emit a bitter voice:
“Cowardly… decadent. Flarn is right. Young lady…”
He shook his head self-mockingly, and his body, without his control, moved towards the darkness.
…
Even though the entire city was ablaze with intense fighting, apart from the black-robed man killed by Flarn earlier, he had not been involved in any of the battles.
“Flarn’s words… Could it be that she wants me to persuade the young lady? If so, even Flarn wouldn’t want the young lady to appear at this moment?”
It was only now that Ig thought of such a possibility. But, at the current moment, he was incapable of doing anything.
Could Flarn stop Verafia… If the girl failed, then what would his young lady, that noble and magnificent Goddess Princess, do?
But, none of this should be what he should be thinking about now.
A mocking smile. Ig shook his head, raising his gaze towards the shroud of night at the end of the city.
Unlike Lichen, the night sky remained silent, and the swaying clouds covered the twin moons and stars, casting the lightless nightfall upon the entire land.
Black clouds concealed the dawn. And on the second day after the dawn, it would be his wedding with Misaela, wouldn’t it?
Ig thought in his heart.
This was a promise he had made to the girl, and equally, something he owed her. He didn’t want to disappoint such a girl again, but…
Why, in his heart, was there always a sense of unwillingness and bitterness?
“Ig! You’re here!”
A clear, girlish voice, slender and tender, but filled with intense panic, once again broke the silence of the night sky.
Ig turned his head. It was a beautiful girl in a pure wedding dress. Even though the moonlight was obscured by clouds, her beautiful silver hair under the pure white veil still reflected a fine, moist luster, like a touch of moonlight. Her slender hand held her long skirt as she ran towards him.
It was Misaela.
A smile immediately appeared on Ig’s face, “Xiao Mi, what are you doing here?”
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Originally, the plan was to write until Veer appeared… but my condition isn’t very good today…
