As the final bells rang, the funeral, symbolizing Maggie's last visit, came to an end.
As Rabai stepped out of the temple gate, she paused slightly, turned to look at the sacred statue of the Temple of Light and the magnificent cathedral, lowered her eyes after a long while, and then turned and left.
No matter how many possible futures she had imagined related to Maggie, now that she was dead and the lights were out, all her plans came to an end at this moment.
She was a cold-hearted person by nature. After avenging the deaths of her human parents, she left the border city without much sorrow.
For some reason, even though they spent even less time together, she cared a lot about Maggie's emotions, opinions, and feelings.
Even her... death.
During the forty days that Maggie was away, Rabai had been thinking about why Maggie had such strong emotional fluctuations.
She even wondered if she wouldn't have died if she hadn't told Maggie the location of the demon village.
An unprecedented sense of regret has plagued her for so many days, and even now, thinking about it still causes her heart to ache.
Rabai walked forward with her head down, her mind filled with Maggie's expression and gestures as she comforted her, as well as her incessant inner monologue.
After she left...
The only sound that could be heard had also completely disappeared.
Labai didn't know whether she was regretting that she could no longer hear, or grieving over Maggie's departure.
Even she herself was confused.
Leaving was an inevitable choice, but she hadn't decided where to go yet. Maggie was like a coordinate, an anchor point, for her future. Now that the coordinate has disappeared and the anchor point has been destroyed, her future seems to have an empty space.
Staying in the temple would still be a good choice, but for some reason, she wanted to leave.
As long as she remains in the temple, she will remember Maggie.
It was still drizzling outside, but much less so than at the funeral. Labai didn't care about getting wet and just walked towards the city gate of Santa Fe.
Suddenly, a figure blocked her path.
Rabai looked up and saw a man with beautiful eyes, as beautiful as seven-colored glass, but he couldn't make out his face at all.
She couldn't hear or speak; she could only look at him.
"She still made the worst choice."
Al's cold, emotionless voice echoed in the air.
However, there seemed to be a sigh in his words, as if he was lamenting something.
Labai pursed her lips and remained silent. Although she didn't know the man, her intuition told her that he might know Maggie and might have come to see her.
There is no reason.
"..."
However, he did not have the habit of engaging in close conversations with strangers. After only a moment, Rabai bypassed the man and continued walking out of the city.
Al was left standing there, untouched by the rain.
He stared in the direction of the Temple of Light for an unknown amount of time, then looked down at his palm, his eyes filled with turbulent emotions, lost in thought.
Only when the light rain stopped did El withdraw his hand and silently close his eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her indifferent demeanor, as if the emotions she had just experienced were merely an illusion.
"The Abyssal Minion Parasite marked in the observation has died. Further observation is interrupted. Mission content has been cleared."
The angel's snow-white wings flashed by, and El disappeared from the spot.
The pure white feathers drifted to the ground, then quickly transformed into streams of light and dissipated into the air.
...
Meanwhile, the progenitor of vampires, who had been slumbering in the Mermaid Era, finally awoke from his long sleep.
Within the Thorn Castle, a chilling, bloody aura swept through the surrounding forest. Trees withered, everything died, leaving only crows circling and soaring excitedly in the sky, as if welcoming the return of their dead.
In the darkness, blood-red eyes suddenly opened, and the noble vampire slowly sat up from the crystal coffin, a graceful yet cruel smile spreading across his lips.
"Miss Maggie, it's finally time for our formal meeting."
His deep, mellow laughter echoed through the castle. Standing beside him, the blood servant puppet responsible for returning the 'Blood of the Night' had already succumbed to the pressure of the curse and exploded into a blood-red firework the moment Ulysses awoke.
It's like celebrating the return of the progenitor, only at the cost of his life.
At that time, on the streets of Dapata, the capital of the Kingdom of Arnold, Blood Hunters were fleeing in disarray.
"These vampires are insane!"
Jasper ran wildly while cursing under his breath. After the saintess paid the price of her life to eliminate the Zefneria family, perhaps she learned of Maggie's death, or perhaps she knew that the Temple of Light was currently overwhelmed.
The vampires seemed to have started a bloody carnival.
Having killed so many of the Vampire Duke's most capable henchmen, Maggie's death was like an adrenaline shot, stimulating the vampires to become unusually active.
Vampires have become particularly rampant, especially within the Kingdom of Arnold.
Even worse, they received news that a traitor among the vampires was going to be tried and burned alive in the sunlight.
They just came here, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
They tried to find a loophole and gathered some intelligence, but little did they know that it was a conspiracy against the Blood Hunters.
It's true that they're going to try the traitors, and it's also true that they'll be completely wiped out.
And so, the already turbulent night in Dapata became even more terrifying, with vampires rampaging through the streets, hunting down vampire hunters, yet no royal guard dared to intervene.
Even though Maggie thwarted the Queen's scheme and prevented the Kingdom of Arnold from falling completely into the hands of vampires.
This does not mean that the royal family is capable of dealing with a full-scale attack of vampires, and can only turn a blind eye for the time being.
As for the Blood Hunters, well, they were just unlucky.
This is one of the reasons why Jasper is so irritable. Not only is he being hunted down, but the guild master Gillian is also being targeted by the vampire duke. The situation is now extremely critical, but he is unable to spare any attention.
He was anxious to get back to Gillian's side and was ready to fight his way out of the encirclement to launch a surprise attack on the vampires.
At that moment, his heart suddenly contracted violently, and a terrifying pressure suddenly pressed down on everyone. Whether they were vampires or blood hunters, they all coughed up blood and knelt on the ground.
On the other side, Gillian's slender neck was being gripped by the vampire duke's hand, blood was flowing uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth, and her consciousness was fading.
Her pure white dress was soaked in blood, and her frail body hung in mid-air, her fate unknown.
"The Blood Hunter Guild Master? This kid dares to oppose vampires for so long."
The vampire duke's face was full of disdain and mockery, completely ignoring Gillian's resistance.
He only got a little serious; humans are indeed all useless.
Thinking this, he tightened his grip even more, and Gillian's face turned bluish-purple at a visible speed.
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