"The wind has stopped; even the mist is thinning."
In a red and black interwoven War Skirt, like a crimson rose under the night, she was charming and elegant.
Lias lifted her delicate head, her mystic blue eyes glancing at the faintly visible skeletal spider legs in the mist, which were slowly drawing away. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Yi had indeed solved the trouble. As expected of him! When he returns, I must reward him well.
"COO~"
Bika lay lazily on her fragrant shoulder, squinting its eyes. A faint moon mark was visible on its forehead, and it looked weary.
The rotation of day and night relied on its power.
But fortunately, its master had succeeded on the other side, completing the Golden Body transformation and sending power back to it.
"Queen, the Milan family has returned."
Denis, clad in knight’s attire, stepped forward, her erald-green eyes, pure as a leaf, carrying a hint of anxiety. "The Count of Milan was murdered, leaving only Jean and seven Blood Race mbers. There are Beasts prowling in the southeast corner."
Having pledged allegiance to the Queen, the usually proud Denis had no choice but to serve as the Queen’s personal maid.
Thank goodness Chu Yi left. Otherwise, who knows what might have happened to .
"Such a great loss?"
Lias snapped back to her senses, sowhat surprised. She didn’t feel the least bit heartbroken over the loss of these pawns.
The ga’s content had already indicated that the card followers were actually fodder for the Beasts. Only by sating the Beasts would they refrain from attacking and instead offer protection. It was equivalent to penning up livestock, preventing other Beasts from invading their territory, only to be feasted upon again once the current al was digested.
The next mont, Jean dragged a bloody, severed leg, looking utterly wretched as he led his few remaining subordinates back to the camp.
Lias convened a eting. Aside from about twenty nobles, most of the Blood Race had been fed to the Beasts.
"The Count of Milan perished as well? Are the nearby Beasts that hard to fend off?"
"Even the Count is dead! Queen, I give up on this Divine War! Let us return ho!"
"Indeed! This isn’t a Divine War; it’s clearly just feeding us to them! The enemies are all so fearso, how could we possibly be a match!"
"..."
Seeing Jean’s tragic state, the nobles couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. They could no longer restrain themselves and demanded to withdraw from the Divine War and return to their territories to live out their days.
The Milan family, once the strongest, had only been scouting when they encountered the Beasts. Now, only seven of them remained; the rest had all been devoured.
"Great Queen, I beg you! Before my father died, he wished for to return to preserve the last bloodline of the Milan family," Jean knelt down and pleaded.
The remaining Milan Knights shivered and also knelt behind Jean.
However, they weren’t pleading. Those who knew the truth were already like walking corpses.
Suddenly, this act prompted the other nobles, who could no longer bear the situation, to follow suit, pressuring Lias to let them return.
Only Count Magister was wary and uncertain. Sensing the tense atmosphere, he ultimately remained steadfastly on the Queen’s side.
Even if he returned, the Magister family had no future; they would continue to be hunted by the Duke. It was better to follow the Queen all the way.
"Noisy."
Lias looked down condescendingly, her silken hair, smooth as satin, seed to float weightlessly, though there was no wind.
Having reverted to her true Blood Race form, she was inherently cold-blooded, gentle only in Chu Yi’s presence.
On her rose hair ornant, a small, flawless, moon-like gem emitted a thread of scarlet light. It wriggled like a living thing, blinking a large eye.
Even her teacher had said that the next stage of the ga involved sacrificing all the brought creatures in exchange for a pass—or rather, an entry ticket. The real ga would be held in *that* place.
She had originally planned to slaughter this contingent of the Blood Race once Chu Yi returned. But now, this... fodder... dared to defy her!
Just then, a piercing howl echoed from within the white mist, like a War Horn sounding, as dozens of shadows darted toward them.
"Watch out!" Denis noticed sothing and hurriedly shouted.
Though the white mist obscured perception, Lias reacted quickly. Raising her slender hand, the Bloodthirsty Rose erged, transforming into more robust armor that enveloped her delicate body as a crimson moon rose, its light radiating across the area.
BOOM—
A giant wolf’s phantom leaped out, crushing several unlucky nobles like a war chariot, its montum unabated as it charged towards Lias.
BAM!
Lias extended her fingers like a blade. A crimson Moon Blade slashed out, carrying a wave of blood-red energy, shearing the giant wolf in half and continuing towards the figure in the white mist.
"Is this the Blood Race Queen? She looks so weak!"
A mocking voice sounded as a Wolf General tore through the white mist. It observed the trembling nobles and the coldly stunning Blood Race Queen, a hint of amazed admiration flickering in its eyes.
...
「The white mist thickened, obscuring all vision.」
A silver-haired man, tall and graceful, gradually walked out of the Iron Gate amidst the fervent gazes of the burly Werewolves.
As the Prince of the Snowfield Tribe, he was the tribe’s foremost genius in three hundred years, a suprely noble existence.
"Your Highness, General Mondo has gone ahead to scout. There is a Blood Race troop nearby, perfect for a blood sacrifice!" Beside him, an elderly Werewolf Wizard spoke respectfully, his fervor for the sacrifice unmistakable.
Because the Wolfman Tribe worshipped deities, sacrifices would please the gods, granting their favor and ensuring the subsequent actions proceeded smoothly.
"Great Elder, I’ll leave it to you."
Fusai nodded, taking out a card etched with the insignia of a fist and an Iron Sword, his silver eyes flashing with a hint of longing.
To be selected for the Divine War... this opportunity had been granted to him by a prominent figure from the Werewolf Holy Land.
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