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Haru yawned as he descended the second-floor staircase. The mont he stepped down, he shifted half a ter to the right without any visible effort.
Thump—!
The sound of a face colliding with the stairs abruptly echoed—A blond youth with braided hair lay sprawled flat on the steps.
"Strout? What's Blood up to now?" Haru asked calmly, looking towards the Black Knight Strout standing beside a nearby support pillar.
After staying at this residence for a week—Haru had beco familiar with Altrouge's Black and White Knights through their seven days of interaction, which was why he now addressed Strout directly by na to inquire about the situation.
"Ah, Mister Haru. Blood's actions have caused too many young boys in town to go missing. It's even made the regional newspaper—Therefore, I am currently administering so 'education'!"
Strout stated indifferently, simultaneously folding his hands and continuously cracking his knuckles, producing 'cracka-cracka' sounds.
As the princess—Altrouge naturally spent her days playing with Fou in a manner befitting her status. anwhile, White Knight Blood had a habit of occasionally abandoning his duties to hunt beautiful young boys.
Therefore, the mature and steady Black Knight Strout had always been responsible for managing the forces belonging to the Black Princess. Consequently, tasks like communicating with other factions and handling the aftermath were all dealt with by him.
For a cool-headed man like him to beco so enraged, even resorting to direct physical discipline, one could imagine just how many beautiful boys had recently fallen into Blood's hands, causing imnse trouble for Strout's clean-up efforts.
"I knew it," Haru shrugged, rubbing his waist, slowly walking towards the main door.
"Oh, my first love! Where are you going?" Blood exerted force with his waist muscles, abruptly flipping over, lying on the ground and raising his hand in a gesture of trying to win back a lover.
"Bakery!" Haru replied calmly.
The reason he could face Blood so calmly was due to the A rank contract ability Haru had inherited from Altrouge.
Blood, threatened by Haru holding a knife to his crotch, tearfully signed the highest-level contract forbidding him from laying a hand on Haru, lest his mber be severed—Between being hanged from a tree by his manhood or having a whole forest felled, Blood wisely chose the forest. So now, he could only engage in verbal flirtation.
"Indeed, my beloved! Based on my years of experience, that little bakery girl has already completely fallen for you—If things go smoothly today, perhaps tomorrow you can..." Blood gave an expression all n understood.
Strout looked astonished at Blood. "You have experience with won?"
"n and won aren't separate houses!—Play enough, and naturally, you understand more," Blood rubbed his chin, speaking with a sly smile.
"Hmm, is that so? Well then, Mister Haru, try not to cause too much commotion during your hunting expedition. Things are a bit tense recently; you understand the reason," Strout reminded calmly.
Haru didn't refute Strout and Blood mistaking his 'Dating' Elesia for a vampire hunt. Honestly, the nature of it was quite similar—one tricked for blood, the other tricked for body and heart; indeed, there wasn't much difference.
After acknowledging Strout, Haru stepped out the door.
——
anwhile, in a forest sowhere in Germany.
An adult man with shoulder-length black hair walked along a sparsely populated forest path.
The man had handso features and wore a white priest's robe, looking very much like a Church clergyman. However, unlike a frugal priest, his ten fingers were adorned with nurous gold rings, exuding an air of nouveau riche.
At this mont, the man walked effortlessly on the uneven forest mud path, looking uncontrollably excited, as if about to et God.
The man's na was rem Solomon.
Affiliated with the Holy Church's heretic execution agency—the Burial Agency—but simultaneously, he himself was one of the heretics—the Twentieth of the Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors.
The reason a Church organization contained heretic mbers was due to the Holy Church's philosophy of 'using barbarians to control barbarians'.
The Burial Agency was the product of this philosophy—mbers of this agency didn't have to believe in God, but they had to be strong enough. If not strong enough, the consequence was execution.
Therefore, this agency had very few mbers, barely numbering ten. But each mber possessed the terrifying strength to face an Ancestor of Dead Apostles head-on.
And rem, who used four imagined demons as his limbs and was known as the 'Daemon Summoner,' ranked among the upper echelons of the Burial Agency in terms of strength.
The path gradually ca to an end. An ancient, entirely black castle appeared before rem's eyes.
Due to its location deep in the mountains and old forests, the air here was sowhat cold and damp. Combined with the ancient castle's black exterior, it made the place resemble a vampire castle from European and Arican B-movies.
In fact, this castle was indeed the residence of a vampire, and furthermore, the residence of a True Ancestor, royalty among vampires.
The True Ancestor princess known in the hidden world as the White Princess—Arcueid Brunestud—lived here. Or rather, self-sealed here.
"The Royal Court of the True Ancestors—Millennium Castle." rem muttered, looking at the castle. Every ti he ca here, he was awestruck by this castle.
Not because of its ancient and solemn appearance, but because of the castle's essence.
Marble Phantasm!
White Princess Arcueid's specialty—a terrifying ability capable of turning imagination into reality with the world's support.
And this seemingly ordinary castle was brought into reality by White Princess Arcueid's imagination.
Clang-clang—! Clang-clang—!
The sound of chains striking the ground slowly began. rem quickly knelt on one knee, speaking with fanaticism. "Indeed, have you awakened once more?"
The sound of impact abruptly stopped. Without waiting for a response—rem knew there wouldn't be one—he imdiately raised his head after speaking, casting an incredibly fond gaze towards the blonde girl before him.
Golden shoulder-length hair fluttered gently with the forest breeze, a perfect face nearly identical to Altrouge's. She wore a sowhat ssy white dress, seemingly just woken up, her expression slightly dazed. But her crimson eyes looked sharply into the distance.
rem imdiately raised his head, following Arcueid's gaze. "The serpent who stole your power—is it in France this ti?"
Arcueid tilted her head slightly, as if receiving so information, then nodded slightly.
"Oh!! Did you nod at ? You did nod, right!!!" rem hugged his arms tightly, his whole body trembling, looking as if he was about to climax.
Arcueid ignored the pervert before her, lifted her slender left leg, took a step forward, and then prepared to lift her right foot.
"Please wait a mont! This ti, I have prepared the most perfect and comfortable mode of transportation! It will absolutely allow you to execute that despicable 'serpent' in the most comfortable environnt."
Arcueid stopped, turned her head, and glanced calmly at rem.
"The princess glared at ~!!!! I'm going to die! I'm going to be stared to death! Ah~~ Let die!!"
As if unable to bear this gentleman's voice, tens of thousands of birds in the forest took flight simultaneously, flying far away.
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