Beneath the thick smoke and dust, a courtyard that once resembled a castle was now dilapidated, looking like a ruin that had survived a war.
The once magnificent mansion is now in ruins, with large blocks of stone collapsed and rubble flying everywhere, a scene of desolation.
The fountain statue in the courtyard was destroyed, leaving only indistinguishable stones scattered on the ground.
The smooth road became rugged, and sand and gravel were kicked up from the solid rubble, breaking through the flat ground.
Demi-humans and noble lords were scattered across this ruined courtyard, stepping on the rocks beneath their feet.
The emerald green flames on their clothing shimmered like stars in the night, while stark white bones were revealed beneath their armor or robes.
The eye sockets glowed with a deep, eerie flame, and streams of soul fire burned through the white bones, making it exceptionally strange.
They all looked up at the sky, which was almost entirely filled with blood.
At this moment, Laureen was floating high in the sky, her eyes filled with a scarlet color.
The three pairs of blood-red wings spread out reflected the blood-red moonlight, as if a blood moon were rising on the horizon.
The pervasive stench of blood hung in the air, spreading like a plague.
The thick, pungent smell of blood seeped into their empty eye sockets, stinging their eyes with pain.
This is the true vampire.
Previously, August, with his thin blood-red wings and pale skin, was seen by everyone as a fragile moth in a sea of blood.
The truly noble and elegant bat is now standing high in the sky.
August stood surrounded by a group of undead warriors, but could only watch helplessly as the proud Laureen soared in the sky.
His eyes were filled with longing and resentment.
No, it shouldn't be like this.
He had clearly made an agreement with Earl Laureen.
He gathered enough blood energy for Priscilla to successfully revive her.
Finally, he will marry Priscilla and make her queen.
And he, along with Priscilla, will become a truly immortal vampire.
But in the end, everything changed.
Because of his failure, Count Laureen took away all the power that had been given to him.
Laureen took all the blood essence he had absorbed.
Even his own warrior's fighting spirit was taken away as a punishment.
At this moment, August lost all his power.
They are not even as good as ordinary people.
His frail body, like a mansion about to collapse, made his face pale.
The almost vanished power made him feel a heaviness he had never felt before.
At this moment, August's heart was filled with despair and regret.
But now nobody cares about him anymore, even though he is still the nominal king of the Kingdom of Kant.
Looking at Laurian in the sky, the faces of the kingdom's noble lords and the twelve foreign ministers were filled with disbelief.
Even though they had been briefly transformed into undead by the fire of the dead, their skeletal jaws, now resembling skeletons, were still trembling slightly.
Their shock was evident.
Count Laureen is actually... a true vampire?
Nobody could believe it.
Earl Laureen was already a nobleman during the reign of the previous king.
He had close relationships with other nobles and was highly regarded by the former king.
Even the final stop of the magic train was located on his territory.
If anyone from outside the kingdom wants to travel by train to the kingdom, they will inevitably arrive at Earl Laureen's territory—Shulbone.
This undoubtedly represents the King's high regard and trust in Earl Laureen.
He was an absolutely loyal subject, and a perfectly beloved lord.
In order to ensure a bountiful harvest for the farmers, he even went so far as to worship the goddess of fertility.
In the end, he gained the goddess's approval and received the divine power of the goddess of abundance—a sheaf of wheat.
As a result, the agricultural harvests in the entire Shulburn region are abundant, exceeding those of the territories of other nobles in the kingdom every year.
However, this count was someone who cared for the people and was even willing to worship a goddess.
She's a vampire!?
And such a person who cared for the people and whose name will be remembered for generations was actually a vampire?
To be honest, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, probably none of the nobles present would have believed it.
Especially those nobles who had an extraordinary relationship with Earl Laureen and had known him for a long time.
After seeing Count Laureen unfurl those three pairs of blood wings from behind, their minds were in complete turmoil.
In fact, when Priscilla reappeared as a vampire, the nobles already had some guesses.
But when Count Laureen actually revealed his true identity, they still found it hard to accept.
"……Why?"
A nobleman, now transformed into a ghost, blurted out, as if questioning Earl Laureen, who was high in the sky.
However, the count's blood-red wings obscured the crimson moonlight.
In the shadows, his scarlet eyes looked down at the ground, following the sound.
"I need a lot of blood to accomplish my purpose."
Purpose?
What is the purpose?
Earl Laureen flapped his blood-red six wings to ensure he remained afloat in the air.
With each flap of its enormous wings, a gust of wind would rise, accompanied by the sound of tearing through the air.
"If His Majesty August succeeds, then exactly at midnight, a large number of bombs will be detonated."
"I can use a lot of blood to bring my daughter back to life."
Earl Laureen slowly raised his head and looked at Priscilla, who was bathed in the blood-red moonlight and seemed to be connected with the moon.
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