When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1038: 377 The Death of Valentin VIII2

Chapter 1038: Chapter 377 The Death of Valentin VIII_2

She was a breathtakingly beautiful girl, looking no older than seventeen or eighteen.

She had long, wavy dark red hair, delicate and deep features, and those dark red pupils were shining with brilliance. At this mont, the girl was standing with her arms crossed, her head tilted thoughtfully as she looked at him.

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

“…I plan to return to the Spirit Summoning Tower.”

Professor Laximi’s face was expressionless, and he spoke in his trademark calm and deep voice.

Yet he subconsciously clenched the suitcase in his hand—

The handle of the suitcase was made from a human femur. Although it lacked the crucial spine and skull, holding the processed femure could sowhat enhance the effect of the spells.

But Blood Coral just sneered: “Really? Are you sure you can return there?”

“The principal is mild-mannered and doesn’t care about these mundane matters. Besides, what I’m doing is under the tacit approval of the Black Chancellor.”

Professor Laximi calmly stated.

“Maybe.”

Blood Coral casually said: “You might be able to return to the Spirit Summoning Tower, but others will soon realize the role you played in the death of your father. So might appreciate you, but more will hate you. And the Son of the Moon holds grudges.”

“Can you guarantee that you will never leave the Spirit Summoning Tower again in your life? If you don’t escape now, by the ti they realize… it won’t be safe on the boat.”

Hearing Blood Coral’s words, Professor Laximi was sowhat surprised.

“‘Others’…”

He muttered softly, repeating Blood Coral’s words.

Professor Laximi was smart—he imdiately realized the implication in Blood Coral’s words: “Do you want to leave Star Antimony?”

“I am beautiful,” Blood Coral said without hesitation, “probably the most beautiful among the Son of the Moon in Star Antimony, right?”

“Hmm.”

Professor Laximi nodded, then added: “Maybe a bit less than Miss Aleister.”

“…Well, okay.”

Blood Coral wasn’t very pleased and puckered her lips, and frankly stated: “What I an is, now that father is gone… staying in Star Antimony doesn’t feel safe anymore. My siblings have long coveted ; my sister has always harbored hostility towards . Not to ntion the foreign Son of the Moon… they are too brutal and harsh.”

“If I fall into my siblings’ hands, at worst I’ll be locked in the basent. But if I fall into the hands of the Son of the Moon from Iris Flower, perhaps they’ll execute cruelly.”

“Star Antimony is not worth staying anymore. If you’re going to run, take with you. My power is also strong, I can protect you as a teammate—by the way, where do you plan to go?”

“…To the Dwarf Mountains in the Northern Continent, or the Parthian Ancient Country in the east, where they are sowhat hostile to Necromancers, yet I could still find work. Or perhaps to Horus, who worship the Sun God, they are also adept at Necromancy. If not, the Southern Continent, there’s always a place to go.”

Professor Laximi said without hesitation: “Just not Avalon and Iris Flower, you can pick one from the rest.”

Clearly, he was already prepared to flee.

“Firstly, rule out Parthian Ancient Country and Horus. I don’t want to be captured as a slave… Horus People are not very friendly to the Son of the Moon either. Choose between the north and the south.”

“Then let’s go south,” Professor Laximi answered, “Trolls are easier to deal with than Dwarves.”

“Good, then let’s go.”

Blood Coral nodded without hesitation: “The heavy snow outside harms greatly… you protect to the port, I will find a ship to take us away. Do you have anyone else you need to take with you?”

Professor Laximi’s mind flashed the face of that child, Paul.

He hesitated before speaking: “What about Paul? Isn’t he your favorite blood servant, aren’t you taking him along?”

“Are you sure?”

Blood Coral gave him a aningful look: “I thought you would want to have a world of just the two of us… Since that’s the case, let’s pick up Paul first. Having a child with us will make communication with the southern people simpler. Those Trolls are less wary of children.”

“—If we end up on a deserted island with no food, he can also serve as your ergency ration, right? Necromancy is just the art of utilizing corpses, after all.”

“I would not do such a thing.”

Professor Laximi said without hesitation.

“Indeed,” Blood Coral mocked, “after all, you prefer corpses over the living. If it weren’t for that peculiar habit, I wouldn’t dare to walk with you.”

Professor Laximi remained silent, simply pulling his suitcase and walking out.

At this mont, the young Monarch, Valentin VIII, was staring blankly at the heavy snow outside the window.

His complexion was deathly pale—

Just now, he had learned from his mother, Louise, about the death of his “foster father” Pengbonazi.

—No, haven’t you just pushed into the position of King?

You’re dead… What am I supposed to do now?

“The winter night is long.”

Louise whispered behind him, gently embracing Valentin VIII in her arms: “This snow doesn’t seem to be stopping anyti soon.”

“So, Mother?”

Valentin VIII’s voice trembled.

“This snow harbors a breath of death. Those who die in the snow will turn into the undead. We can’t fight with Narcissus anymore, even Black Hawk might start to cause trouble… The Spirit Summoning Tower probably won’t intervene, and first, we have to deal with the undead disaster plaguing Star Antimony ourselves, which I fear will be a prolonged ordeal,” Louise said in a soft and patient voice.

“Without your father’s suppression… both the academy and the association will start harboring so inappropriate thoughts.”

“Mom’s strength isn’t that strong, and she can’t protect you from so many. To keep the Son of the Moon protecting you might require so sacrifice. It doesn’t matter for , but you… are still human after all.

“You are not like us, who can extract strength from that kind of joy, stabilizing the mind.”

“…So what now?”

Valentin VIII sobbed, his voice sowhat choked up.

As he felt it—his mother leaning against his back, and her warm breath already batting against his neck.

What should have been a warm scene now made Valentin VIII feel a chill in his limbs.

“I should have waited a few more days, but now we can no longer wait. A Monarch with many weaknesses carries far more negative connotations than positive…”

Saying this, Louise gently licked Valentin VIII’s neck, as if disinfecting with alcohol before an injection.

Her pupils shone with a bright red glow, while Valentin VIII, facing away from his mother, let the tears slowly fall.

“Grow up quickly, Lucien… beco a true Son of the Moon.”

She whispered softly, her eyes shining brightly without a hint of sadness: “For your own sake, and for the stability of Star Antimony—”

“Goodnight, Little Lucien. In forty days, I will wake you.”

After saying this, she bit down on Valentin VIII’s neck, sucking his blood.

Until Valentin VIII’s limbs twitched and his legs kicked wildly, she did not waver.

Louise just firmly held down her own son, until she drank all his blood completely.

Then, she bit her own thumb.

“Look after Your people, Blood Celestial Marshal… grant them rebirth, just as my own rebirth… ”

She recited softly, dripping two drops of blood into Valentin VIII’s eyes, then gently closed his opened eyes.

“Today is March 26th…”

Louise murmured softly, sowhat happily counting the days: “Forty nights later, the reborn Son of the Moon will awaken.”

Although he can only move at night at that ti, cannot be exposed to direct sunlight, and must consu fresh blood and Phantom Demons daily… just another forty days, and he will beco a complete Son of the Moon.

“—By May 5th, the King belonging to this nation will return to his position.”

Louise firmly said in a low voice: “Until then… let fulfill the King’s duties in his stead.”