Interlude: Sigler's Dream

The Demon King's Castle, Nakaris.

Early morning.

The fierce blizzard howled through the city streets, submerging broken walls, broken limbs and pools of blood under the vast expanse of snow.

Inside the house.

The sound of heavy wind and snow seeds hitting the glass lingered in her ears.

She felt goose bumps all over her body and woke up from her sleepiness.

This is the top floor of the McCarthy Palace restaurant on Leith Island, where Sigler lives.

It was dark outside the room, or rather, it was all white, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Strange, why am I dreaming again?"

Sieglie covered her forehead with her hands, as if trying to grasp the last bit of reluctant peace.

She dreamed that she was a cardinal of the church, loved by her subordinates, and had someone she loved dearly.

So after talking with the short elf sister in the afternoon, I was kicked out of the office by the elf and happily embarked on my journey.

It was really a dream...

"Harmful."

Sieglie sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

These were just some ordinary leisure time, but they made her feel unattainable.

The cold was irresistible, cutting deeply and tightening her body.

Now, she has been sent back to the demon world for further training alone for a long time.

The war between the Honing Empire and the coalition forces has reached a white-hot stage. The outcome may be decided at any time, and one side may even flourish like fireworks and then quickly collapse. Only the Demon Realm is the safest place for her.

Even if they really lose, the Demon Realm will be the last place to be attacked by the vampires.

The human kingdoms in the north may fall at any time, and several orc city-states have been massacred by the vampires. The Land of Eternal Night has become dangerous now, and communications with the human kingdom are impossible.

Although Sieglie was extremely worried, she didn't know what was happening to the Polant Empire.

The only thing she can do now is to become stronger as quickly as possible.

In this era of nine ranks, one must at least reach rank eight to have enough influence in the battlefield of total war sweeping the entire world. If one really wants to become a decisive heroic unit, one must become the top ninth rank like the Fallen Lord Kaliela.

Outside the window, the shrill alarm sounded again.

She had apparently just been awakened by the alarm in the city of Nakalis.

On this snowy night, the Demon King's city of Nakaris was shrouded in a haze of panic.

The former central square of Naikaris is now deserted, and the merciless snow has buried all the evidence of crimes, as if the screams of the dead souls will also be blown away by the wind, with no one to mourn them anymore.

The alarm sounded again, indicating that the vampires' attack had come again.

Sieglie had lost count of how many times this had happened.

The only thing we know is that even the Demon King's Castle has become like this, and the battle situation ahead will only become more severe.

I don’t know…if he…is still alive.

She didn't dare to think further, but the ominous premonition lingered in her mind like a nightmare.

Lord Thunder was defeated by the eighth ancestor Somerset, Lord Mist sealed the ninth ancestor Bernhard with his life, and Kaliela was severely injured by the third ancestor and now cannot fight again in the Demon King's Castle in a short time.

However, in order to defend the Demon King's Castle, Kaliela went into battle again without hesitation.

It seems that wherever Sigley goes, she brings misfortune to those around her.

The better a guy treats her, the faster he will die!

The despair, self-blame, and heartache she had experienced in the snow-capped mountains in the past resurfaced vividly in Sigler's mind.

The vampires' ruthless violence, cruel bloodlust, and naive ridicule.

These made her body stiffen, her throat tremble with fear, and her hands filled with strength.

However, there was a definite warmth in her left hand.

Someone protected her.

On that dark and cold night, the image of that man fighting flashed through her mind, and she actually saw the sun.

"I don't want to die... You gave me this life..."

Sieglie hugged her head, whether she could survive depended on whether she could defend the Demon King's Castle tonight.

Tonight will be the coldest and darkest night in the demon world.

This is what Kaliela told her.

The blood clan isolated the land of eternal night, cut off the connection between the demon world and the northern human countries at all costs, and attacked the demon world with all their might, just to make the demon world panic, so that the demon clan would not know whether the human front line has been defeated, and whether they can get reinforcements if they hold on.

This protracted war must be fought, it must be fought to the end, and we must not give up before the last moment! But the black shadow, his back, was already very far away.

Left alone, she tried to live her life as usual, waiting for the day when he would come back.

Spreading her empty palms in front of her, Sigra let out a trembling breath.

Although I didn't feel like complaining.

But looking out the window at the final blizzard of snowfall, she vaguely felt that -

If the moment really comes when I am at the end of my rope, he will definitely come to save me.

The howling blizzard outside made the windows rattle, as if invisible hands were slapping and hitting them, which made her shudder.

What made her even more terrified was the ups and downs of fighting and screams coming from afar, each one of which was like a sharp blade piercing her heart.

She didn't want any more demons to die, as she had already regarded the demons as her own kind.

Just like the night when the Moon Holy Land was massacred.

In her memory, what she saw most were the corpses of her fellow tribesmen.

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar, and then the ground began to tremble, causing cutlery and china to jingle.

Sieglie raised her head in panic and found that the luxurious crystal chandelier above her head was also shaking and making a harsh creaking sound.

She didn't know what was going on, and she moved to the window tremblingly and looked out through the glass that was covered with ice.

This palace restaurant has the last barrier protection he left behind. It is common sense that you should not run around especially at a time like this.

But if even the barrier was broken, she couldn't just sit there and wait for death.

There was no other choice but to give up here and escape by jumping out of the window.

Outside the window, in the heavy snow flying all over the sky, the buildings on the coast surrounding the palace restaurant seemed to be covered in silver, looking desolate in the night.

There were many armored corpses of the Demon King's army lying on the ground, and the blood-stained snow hurt Siegler's eyes.

She didn't have time to make a judgment.

"I found you, you little guy who should have died long ago."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

A chill suddenly penetrated her frail body, as if the whisper of death was ringing in her ears.

Sieglie turned her head stiffly, and through her blurry eyes saw a figure with a scarlet glow in the darkness approaching her step by step.

The other party was already standing in the room without knowing when.

The visitor had a pair of bottomless bloodshot eyes, and his gaze cut through the chaos like a blade.

The terrifying magic power made Sieglie feel like her breathing was stagnant, as if her throat was being strangled by an invisible hand, and her life began to slip away bit by bit.

She has become much stronger now.

If it was a vampire count, she might still have a chance of escaping from him.

But the blood clan enemies that appeared here were by no means comparable to the Count.

"Ka, what happened to Kaliela?!"

Sigra swallowed and shouted in disbelief.

"hehe."

The female vampire marquis simply chuckled.

The skin around her eyes was as pale as marble, and underneath her eyes was dotted with a strange teardrop mole, which added a touch of charm.

She was wearing an exquisite black dress, with her long black hair fluttering in the wind, as if night had fallen, swallowing up all the light around her.

The other party's answer, which was replaced by laughter, made Sieglie's heart beat wildly in her chest, almost bursting out of her chest.

Sigra opened her mouth, but found that her throat was too hoarse to make any sound.

No matter how she tried to resist or escape, her limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and she could not move.

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, saw through Siegler's intention. She stretched out a pale and slender hand and easily used her magic to penetrate the last remaining barrier of the palace, spreading it on the ground until it climbed up Siegler's feet and onto her body.

Sieglie felt a chilling force eroding her spine, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

…

On a cruise ship from the North Continent to the South Continent.

Silvery moonlight shone through the porthole onto the soft carpet of the penthouse suite.

"No!!"

Sigrid woke up suddenly in her big bed and uttered a short scream.

She struggled to sit up, her slender fingers tightly grasping the silk sheets, her chest heaving violently and gasping for breath.

Sweat soaked her soft long hair, which stuck to her pale forehead.

After a long while, Sigrid seemed to suddenly wake up, closed her eyes in annoyance, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm her violently beating heart.

The quiet surroundings and familiar furnishings reminded her that this was just a nightmare.

"call."

Sigrid shook her head.

The life she lives now is Sigley's dream, and the world where Sigley lives is her nightmare.

Although she had never seen a vampire in the world, she felt that they were extremely terrifying.

Ever since she parted with the Son of God, she has always been summoned by this kind of dream, or it could be said that it is like an endless dream.

She threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and walked barefoot to the window.

The cool breeze from the marble floor made her shiver.

Through the window, the dark blue sea at night is endless, and the faint moonlight is dancing on the waves.

Occasionally, faint lights shone through the windows of other rooms, like fireflies floating on the sea.

Sigrid stared blankly at the quiet night outside the window, and the remaining fear in her dream finally slowly faded away.

She realized she was on a luxury cruise ship, enjoying a wonderful vacation.

The nightmare was over and she was back to the beauty of reality.

Until a long time passed.

"Even in a dream, I believe you will come to save me."

Sigrid murmured confidently, bathing her cheeks in the silver moonlight.

This chapter is a free chapter to add to Sigrid's chapters, and describes the content of the previous chapter to a certain extent. 　　The previous chapter is not available at any time. It can only be posted on a special interface when there is an event at the end of the month. The author's backend cannot see it, and I can't modify it even if I want to.

The content of the previous chapter itself is some very ordinary gossip. Since it is not important in itself and I thought that not many people would want to read it, I used it to test the activity (sad)

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