Chapter 121 Escape (Childhood) "We used to be so close,...

Hearing her say this, the servant hesitated.

Anyone with a bit of common sense could tell that Cecia was acting. However, "that matter" involved a lot of things and was of great importance, so there couldn't be any mistakes.

With that person's temper, if something goes wrong, he will definitely be blamed and it will be difficult for him to die quickly...

Seeing the servant stop, Cecia rolled her eyes and decided to add fuel to the fire.

Although she didn't know what the other party wanted to do with her, he repeatedly told her not to get hurt and to keep her healthy... She guessed that what the other party needed was her blood.

In this case, if she was dying, the attendants could not ignore it.

"Look at the wounds on my body..."

As she spoke, Cecilia tore open the rag that had been used to wrap the wound, revealing a bloody wound.

"I have been weak and sick since I was a child, and it is difficult to stop bleeding when I get injured. If I don't get timely treatment, I may not live for a few days."

Her face was pale, her brows were frowned, and she told lies without changing her expression or heartbeat.

Unexpectedly, this trick really works.

Hearing this, the servant turned around, checked her condition, and finally used healing magic reluctantly.

In just a few seconds, Cecilia's horrific injuries recovered quickly. Apart from feeling a little weak, she didn't feel any other discomfort.

"Hungry...I'm hungry."

Cecia was quick and grabbed the servant's clothes before he left the room, and made her request pitifully.

“…”

In desperation, the servants could only find her more food.

After eating and drinking, Cecia regained her strength and released the servants who were guarding her.

She spent the next few days in peace.

Although her movements were restricted, servants brought her meals every day, and the food they brought was much better than what she had eaten in the blood slave camp.

Not only that, the servants would check her injuries every day and cast two healing spells from time to time. Her body has fully recovered.

She stayed alone in the small dark room, thinking about her plan.

But after pondering it for several days, her so-called "plan" was still just an empty shell.

She would go to the door from time to time and occasionally eavesdrop on the discussions of the vampires.

It was said that he would be officially adopted in three days. Only then would he truly become a member of the nobility and would have partial inheritance rights.

The vampires focus their attention on the other party's "choice".

After all the things that happened during the union, she suspected that the so-called "choice" had something to do with her.

Although it is unknown what role she can play, she will definitely find ways to sabotage the adoption ceremony, preferably to make the nobles change their minds and make them prisoners again.

Even if, even if it means sacrificing her life for it.

…

The night before the adoption ceremony.

An uninvited guest came to the small dark room where she was imprisoned.

"It's you? What are you doing here?"

Seeing that familiar face, Cecia sneered, "Are you here to check if your prey is alive? Don't worry, I'm not that fragile. I can hold on until tomorrow."

“…”

The other person didn't say anything, but just stared at her quietly, and that face seemed different from usual.

Silver hair, gray-blue eyes, noble and exquisite clothing...

The external features all matched, but he didn't seem to have that kind of aggressive arrogance. His face was soft and childish, even a little sickly.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you mute?"

Cecia asked impatiently. If her hands and feet were not in shackles, she would have rushed forward and fought to the death.

The sickly young man was silent for a long time, and finally spoke softly.

"...You can go now."

Those eyes looked at Cecia softly, like a calm lake.

"I'll let you go. Leave here and don't let anyone find you again."

Hearing the cold voice, she took a few steps back and looked at the other person warily.

"You're not him? Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

The other party's attitude was very gentle, as if he was coaxing a child, "I'm sorry for everything he did. He is not that kind of person."

"It's just, it's just that because of something, he was hurt... It's my fault, and I don't want him to continue, so go away and don't have anything to do with him anymore."

The young man frowned, as if he was in pain, but his tone was calm from beginning to end, truly putting Cecilia on an equal footing.

There is no mistake, although they look very similar, they are definitely not the same person.

Most of Cecia's doubts disappeared.

Even if that bastard was pretending, he couldn't act so harmless.

"What is your relationship with him?"

She asked again, but there was no answer.

"Let's go quickly."

The boy urged again, "Now is the only chance."

"Since you know him so well, you should know that he killed my parents."

Cecia looked at him coldly, not giving in at all, "I don't know what he's going to do tomorrow, but no matter what he does, I won't let him succeed."

"You alone can't stop them."

Seeing that she was unwilling to leave, the other party frowned even more tightly, and his expression became more worried, "Even if I help you, I can't--"

A cold wind blew in from the window, and he coughed violently, with a sickly flush on his cheeks.

"It seems that you won't leave if I don't tell you the truth."

After coughing, his voice became weaker, and Cecilia had to concentrate to hear what he said.

"He killed your parents in order to activate his magic power. And you will become his sacrifice - the most suitable sacrifice."

He also had grey-blue eyes, but they were filled with sincerity that made it impossible for people to feel any disgust.

"He used a forbidden technique to forcibly drain the blood from your parents in order to enhance his own talents. And the blood in your body, which is connected to your bloodline, will only make him more powerful."

"Tomorrow, most of the nobles will come to attend the ceremony. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, you won't be able to do anything, let alone resist. The only way left is death..."

As he spoke, the other person took a few steps forward and helped Cecilia to unlock the shackles. His expression was calm and gentle, and he seemed not to be worried at all that he would be hurt.

"Go away, escape from here, and never come back."

"……good."

Even though she didn't know whether what the other party said was true or not, she really didn't have the ability to take revenge now.

She craved power.

Now, the opportunity to accumulate strength was at her fingertips, and she had no reason to refuse.

Even if this person was deceiving her, the situation couldn't be any worse than it is now.

"I hope you can figure it out."

The boy helped Cecilia open the door of the cabin. There was no one outside and it was very quiet. He must have been prepared for this.

"Run toward that path."

He pointed to the path on the right and whispered, draping his cloak over Cecia, "I've sent them all away, just run, and don't come back no matter what happens."

"Thank you."

Cecia pulled her cloak tighter and turned to leave.

However, she felt a huge pulling force at her wrist, which made her unable to move at all.

"Hill, so this is how you escaped."

An ambiguous voice sounded from behind, completely different from the boy's clear voice just now.

"This is truly my good brother. He made me lose face in front of the nobles... If it weren't for this incident, he wouldn't have been the leader of the blood clan."

She turned her head and saw that the boy's originally gentle face was now twisted and chaotic, as if it had been stirred by someone and appeared in a spiral shape.

“Who are you…?”

Seeing such a strange scene for the first time, the young Cecia trembled and tried desperately to break free. But no matter how hard she tried, the other party's hand holding her did not move at all.

The childish face spun and gradually turned into another similar face.

But it was a grown-up face.

"Let me go! I'll be needed in tomorrow's adoption ceremony! You can't kill me!"

Cecia tries to uncover someone's identity in order to buy herself a chance of survival.

Little did they know that the person in front of them was actually "someone".

It's just the grown-up version.

"Adoption ceremony? I forgot. You were still alive more than ten years ago."

He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Cecia lovingly, "Wake up, you have been dreaming long enough."

The other person's fingertips lightly touched her forehead. She was stunned for a moment, and countless memories flashed through her mind.

Escape at night, fighting in the arena, appreciation from the former demon king, sudden appearance of a copy...

Yes, everything that happened just now ended more than ten years ago. She escaped successfully and became the Demon King, and she has enough power to take revenge on the other party.

And she is now in the copy.

"B.R.S."

She gnashed her teeth in hatred, almost squeezing out the syllables from the depths of her throat, "What did you do to me?"

"Oh, you remembered?"

Boris raised the corners of his mouth and narrowed his gray-blue eyes.

"Hill, we were so close when we were little, but why do you only care about my brother now?"

He walked slowly forward, trying to get closer to Cecia in a sticky way.

"Is it because he let you go at that time? But think about it, how could I bear to use you as a sacrifice..."

Boris looked innocent.

"It's just that you always disobey me. I just wanted to scare you, why did you take it seriously——"

"Stop pretending."

Cecia interrupted the other party's performance with a cold voice, her scarlet eyes full of disgust.

"You disgust me."

"Hill, you are so ruthless..."

Boris continued to move forward, stepping over the crowd of people lying in all directions under his feet. "It took me a lot of effort to wake you up. Otherwise, you would have been like them, sleeping forever."

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scene changed rapidly.

The forest, the small dark room, the path at night...all dissipated like smoke, revealing the real scene.

There was no decoration on the white walls and it looked like an empty room at a glance, but if you lowered your head, you could see a dense crowd of unconscious people at your feet.

In addition to the dozen or so humans, Blake and Wilbert were also among them.

"What did you do to them?"

Cecilia pulled out the axe and put the sharp blade against his neck.

"This is an illusion of a dungeon. They can't get out by themselves. What does it have to do with me?"

Not only did Boris not dodge, he even moved forward and stretched out his hand to touch her hair.

Cecia was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and just chopped him down with an axe.

The axe blade went straight through the neck, and Boris's figure quickly dissipated, turning into gray-black particles floating in the air.