“At least, as I predicted, the Blood Child will bring disaster to her family, and the gold coins have already borne this calamity for you.” Rig put the gold coins into his pocket.
"I can't guarantee there won't be other curses accompanying it."
She reached out and touched Kyryat's face, her gaze full of affection: "All I can do is respond to whatever comes my way."
Tell me, what kind of child is she?
"Ahem!" Kyleat moved Rig's hand away, saying awkwardly, "She's still a child, to be precise, she was only born recently."
A hint of sadness flashed in Rig's eyes: "Really? That's a pity."
"The Duke wishes to see you," said Kelyat. "He is now waiting for our arrival in the conference room."
“Okay, let’s go.” Reg didn’t have anything to pack, so he followed Kyryat and set off.
...
At this moment, only Ekkado and Elsie in his arms were in the conference room.
Elsie has already been forced to breastfeed and now she has no will to live.
It's already... it's already obsolete!
"Damn it, don't give me random voiceovers!" Elsie slapped open the pop-up window for the narration.
But the narrator seemed to know she would do this, and appeared in a place where Elsie couldn't reach her from the very beginning.
Unfortunately, Elsie's reach is too short now!
"Hmm? Are there mosquitoes?" Ekado noticed Elsie's behavior.
"Okay, let's wait a little longer until Rig arrives."
He continued writing in the notebook, whether it was notes or something else is unknown.
It's strange...
[You can't read the words, but you can understand their speech. After thinking about it, it must be the narrator's protagonist aura! Ah! Praise to the narrator!]
"Alright, alright, I can even chime in with my thoughts!"
"You're... so despicable!"
【Thank you for the compliment! 】
"Creak—" The door opened with a dull thud.
"Duke Alcardo." Rig lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed to Alcardo.
"Long time no see, Witch Riggs," Ecardo said, maintaining his smile.
Elsie also turned her gaze to Rigg.
She had short gray hair, wore a black and red mage robe, and was very beautiful.
I think your last sentence is the key point! ???
"Damn narration! Couldn't you have made me a little more tactful?"
Elsie refused to continue arguing with the narrator; she was more interested in understanding what this so-called witch was all about.
Name: Rig (Female) (Blood Witch)
Race: Human (100%)
Age: 18
Occupation: Witch (Unique)
Level: 20
Potential: S+
Innate Talents: Prophecy, Blood Crown Poem
Martial Arts: None
Magic Path: Fireball (Normal), Wind Barrier (Master), Wind Blade (Grandmaster), Child of the Wind (Legendary), Wrath of the Wind God (Beginner), Wind God's Domain (Beginner)
Equipment: Archmage Robe (Defense +5, Perception +10, Willpower +10), Cursed Gold Coin (Angel's Wrath 1)
[Angel's Wrath 1: The Angelic Decree Against Curses - All angels are obligated to slay the cursed. Now, they've set their sights on you! "Praise... Praise... Twenty-four wings... Angel!!! Hahahaha!!!"]
"..."
I know you're curious, so I released it ahead of time, without even giving you a chance to speak...
【Holy crap? What the heck is this?! Σ(っ°Д°;)っ】
"Were you scared?"
[Nonsense, impossible!]
Elsie: "(?w?)"
The narrator fell silent, probably because he was so ashamed and indignant that he couldn't even find a place to hang himself.
...
Rig took Elsie and held her in his arms.
"As you can see, she's not shy at all, very well-behaved, and doesn't cry or fuss," Alcardo said with a smile as he closed the book.
Looking at Elsie with her silver hair, Rig said, "Her potential is very high. It proves that even when the bloodline of a hero is diluted, it can still surpass that of ordinary people."
“You must have a way of hiding that she’s a vampire, right?” Ecardo pointed to the fangs in Elsie’s mouth.
Currently, Elsie's only vampire characteristics are silver hair and fangs. While silver hair is rare, it is not uncommon on the continent.
At least there are silver-haired elves, and gray hair is similar to silver hair among humans, so this isn't a problem.
The only problem is that Elsie will inevitably become bloodthirsty after a certain age and will also emit an aura unique to dark creatures, which is easily detected by the Sanctuary.
“The hero’s family has produced a member of darkness, whose potential far surpasses that of all previous family heads. This is truly a worrying situation!” Ecardo picked up the wine from the cabinet, poured a glass, and handed it to Rig.
Rig took the glass, thought for a moment, and said, "I have a legendary poem here."
"It contains a vampire concealment technique that can help her hide her vampire characteristics."
"Oh? Legendary poems?" Ecardo recalled the poems written by bards during the World Holy War.
It contains the complete trial process, and the warriors who pass the trial will surely become legendary figures on the continent.
Tilan the Brave was one of them, and his legendary poems were sealed in the family's forbidden land.
"What poem is this?" Ecardo asked.
“The Blood Crown Poem,” Rigg added. “If you have no objections, I swear I will help her forge the Blood Crown!”
"At all costs?" Alcardo gripped the bottle tightly. "What about Tiran's poems?"
“The legacy of Tiran must continue,” Kyriat reminded Rig.
Rig glanced at Elsie, already having a plan in mind: "That's not a problem, Duke Alcor."
"Her potential even surpasses yours and mine; perhaps she can experience both poems simultaneously?"
“Too risky!” Ecardo closed his eyes, hesitating slightly. “Many poems are incompatible, what if…”
"Rest assured, Duke Alcord," Rig explained, "the Blood Crown Poems are not that binding; trust my loyalty."
"I am also grateful to you for saving my life in the cold winter."
Aikado's eyes were unfriendly as he stared intently at Rigg's face, which wore a strange smile.
"Of course I believe you will help her, but whatever you ask for, if you want to harm my family, please consider whether you can afford the price."
“Your Grace is being too cautious. Shall I go?” Rig carried Elsie out the door.
As the gate closed, Kelyat withdrew his longsword, which he had only half-drawn.
"She's too mysterious."
“Witches are all very mysterious.” Ecardo took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat. “Especially since she is a witch recognized by the Holy Temple.”
"Good heavens, why am I sweating so much!"
"Perhaps we really are getting old, Kyryat."
Ecardo opened the envelope tucked inside the book; it was signed Allen Tilan.
“Alan sent word a while ago that he knew you had embarked on a journey to find Elsie and hoped to entrust Elsie to me.”
Ecardo smiled and said, "I'm getting old, and I still have to teach the younger generation."
"It's so good to be young..."
At this moment, Rig pushed open the door and walked in, followed by four knights wearing full heavy armor.
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