Chapter 771: Nah, this is the correct way for an honorable lord and his heir to get along with each other

Chapter 769 768. na, this is the correct way to get along with your lord and heir-add more [130].

(For brother “Frost Tooth and Claw” [1/5])
What happened in the Astral World is too far away for people in the Material World, not to mention that Murphy had a feeling that the God of the North Wind’s persuasion of his own daughter wouldn’t go well after Su made a promise.

Murphy didn’t have much of a reason for it, just a kind of perception and awareness of when bad things happen.

Even with the most basic logic, Silver Wolf Hurl Song dared to rebel against Su’s will so openly, that means that guy has already prepared to deal with the subsequent things, it can’t be that a powerful demigod whose reputation is renowned in the star world woke up one day and suddenly decided to launch a magnificent rebellion against his deity father after waking up and letting his anger fester, right?

This is not the way to die.

And even if the worst happens, Su has already made arrangements and has a complete plan, even if it is out of courtesy, it must first be Su to complete His plan, after all, the family affairs of the family of gods, it is also true that it is not the turn of Murphy, an outsider, to arbitrarily intervene.

Besides, Murphy still has more important things to do today, to be precise, is to solve their own heir of a “big life”.

The loyal General Maxim had just finished his early morning inspection of the position when a Blood League Knight approached him and conveyed a verbal message from Ms. Leonia to him.

Lord Yvette, who was injured and unconscious after being “attacked” by a jackal assassin during last night’s night patrol, had awakened, and as a descendant of her bloodline, Laneia needed to go to her to report on her recent work, and she asked Maxim to go with her.

The subtext was clear: the Bow Knight did not intend to delay any longer, and she wanted to complete her showdown with her honor at this time.

Maxim, who had always been brave and determined, felt a rare nervousness at this moment.

It was a kind of nervousness that originated from male instincts, very similar to the apprehension of a son-in-law who visited his mother-in-law’s house for the first time before stepping into the door, it was difficult for a man who had not experienced it to understand that kind of subtle yet complex emotion.

It was not a tension that could be countered or dispersed through sheer courage; after all, Maxim was really at a disadvantage in the matter of abducting someone else’s “daughter”.

Of course, the relationship between the vampire’s elder and the blood descendant cannot be summarized by this simple human custom, but the reason is the same, in the vampire’s old-fashioned traditional and conservative system, the seriousness of proposing to an elder to take away someone else’s blood descendant is definitely more terrible than a son-in-law paying a visit to his mother-in-law.

The most an unfavorable son-in-law can get is to have his legs broken and kicked out of the house by a furious husband, but on the vampire’s side, it can really kill someone.

Especially for those old-fashioned people, asking them to release a descendant is no less than planting a flag in their face.

But the good news for Maxim is that he doesn’t have to worry about Yvette Lilliard being an old curmudgeon who puts her face above everything else; in fact, the Shibuya head is one of the most deviant individuals in all of vampire society.

The bad news is that, in Lord Yvette’s usual fashion, he may have to “lose” himself in order to help Laneia get her freedom.

In such a complicated state of mind, Maxim quickly flapped his wings and arrived in front of Lord Yvette’s “hospital room”, and when he landed on the ground, he saw Leonia standing in the doorway holding a copy of his battle notes.

His rumored girlfriend was much more nervous than he was at the moment.

Her moon elf’s long, thin legs were trembling visibly, perhaps not with fear, but with a more subtle emotion that was common among vampire bloods when meeting unfriendly elders.

But Maxim was having a hard time empathizing with her.

After all, His Monster Excellency had yet to have any negative feelings towards his honors since he became a vampire, having given his loyalty and everything to Master Murphy long before his first embrace was complete.

Maxim wasn’t a character that would talk.

He could only replace the comfort of words with practical actions, and he reached out his hand to take hold of Leonia’s somewhat trembling fingers, holding them hard enough to disengage the Bow Knight from his complicated state of mind for a moment, and to make Leonia look at him.

“I will walk into this house with you, and I will face what will come next hand in hand with you, as we agreed before, Lainnia no, Sasha! You need only make your claim to your honors.

If she offers you terms, I will do everything in my power to help you fulfill them.

If she sends back malice, then I will take care of the rest for you.

I am not as divine as my master, but I am willing to challenge any hardship for you.”

He spoke his plain oath in unglamorous words like a true Transylvanian man would, but the gesture was extremely serious, so much so that Leonia couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief at that moment.

She looked at Maxim, and after several seconds of silence she said:
“I have to be honest with you, Mark, in fact at the beginning I only saw you as a tool that could temporarily get rid of the shadow that Ms. Yvette had brought to me, my feelings for you at the beginning were not as strong as I had sworn them to be.

It was more of an escape based on fear, like a vulnerable woman looking for a reliable man to shelter her when she’s feeling down.

I’m sorry I lied to you at that point.

I know it was despicable, and I wanted to confess it all to you, and I had several hesitations, but . But before I realized that I couldn’t go on being so mean, you had stepped into my heart in a clumsy and restrained way.

This time it was by no means an illusion I had created out of fear, it was real emotions hammering at the heart, and even made me, who at one point had resigned myself to my fate, regain the courage to fight the humiliation and subjugation that Ms. Yvette had been trying to inflict on me.

She.
She is a horrible lady in every way, Mark, you have to promise me!
Once the lady makes excessive demands on you at the cost of my freedom, be sure to refuse her without hesitation. I’ve seen many determined warriors like you being brutally domesticated by Lady Yvette bit by bit in front of her, and eventually transformed into loyal dogs at her feet.

I don’t want you to suffer the same tragedy.”

“I will not, for I have entrusted my loyalty to a truly great one, and my heart has found a warm harbor large enough to shelter it.”

Maxim smiled, and placing Laneia’s hand to his mouth and kissing it gently, he said:
“Lady Yvette is not my enemy, but this is indeed a battle I must engage in, and the men of Transylvania will not shy away from any battle with great rewards, my Sasha.

Lord Murphy has reshaped my life, and you have taught me that life should have other colors besides bloody loyalty.

You have given me my reward, my lady, and it is time for me to fight for you!”

After saying that, he took Laneia’s hand and pushed forward the door of the room that seemed to sink like a hill, and what met his eyes was Lady Yvette Lilliard Cappadocia, the Third Lord of the Knights of the Blood League, who was reclining on her bed.

But what sent Maxim and Leonia into shock at the same time was her current state.

She was really injured, and she was injured very badly.

Even though there weren’t too many exposed injuries on her torso, the eyes that were covered by cloth and her torso that twitched every now and then represented a weakness that couldn’t be faked, not to mention the fact that the cloth over her eyes was still seeping out blood.

It looked really quite oozy.

As Yvette’s scion, Leonia clearly felt that there seemed to be some subtle incongruity between the lady’s soul and her torso, as if her soul had been briefly withdrawn from her body and then roughly shoved back in.

However, Ms. Yvette was so powerful that it was really hard to imagine who she had encountered last night that had reduced her to such a miserable state overnight.

Maxim observed more.

He saw the men and women serving beside Yvette, all of them without exception possessed extremely outstanding appearance and temperament, it was almost as if handsome men and women were having a party.

But the infatuation that flashed in the eyes of these guys when they looked at the Third Lord meant that these guys had already been “transformed” and had fallen under Yvette’s skirt, a group of incorrigible “licking dogs” in the true sense of the word.

Even though the miserable Yvette had no charm in everyone’s eyes, in their eyes, she still seemed to be the most perfect existence in the world.

If not for Maxim, this would have been the end of Leonia.

“Look who’s here.”

Even though it was beyond miserable, the Third Lord took the accent and flirted in a trembling voice of suppressed pain:

“The little wildcat who has fled her home is back, I thought you had made up your mind to leave me a poor widowed vampire, my little Sasha, I am sorry to show you such a forlorn sight of your perfect venerable self.

I will not hide my bad luck either, just last night I encountered quite a formidable foe
This valley is cursed, and I am the unwelcome guest.

After I have dealt with your problem, I will leave here for the Maginot Line, where I will shoulder the task that His Holiness Paing has commanded me to do.

But I am curious, Sasha, why did you bring such a formidable blood vulture hardened warrior to visit me when you came?
Has your journey in Transylvania turned you into a coward who is afraid to face me and must be accompanied by a new friend before you dare return to the warmth of your home? Or have you finally learned the shortcut to favor under my command?

Do you intend to offer me this manly man as a gift? Or do you intend to fulfill your service to me in a more pleasurable way?

All three together .
Gee, you sure know me well, my dear Sasha, come on then .”

Lord Yvette seemed to be genuinely aroused, struggling to get up, but just as she did, her face paled as a sharp pain in her head nearly made her yue out, clearly the aftermath of a violent concussion.

The convulsions forced her back to the bed, which was a perfect depiction of “mind over matter”.

But this can’t be blamed on her being too fragile for a golden person, last night that horrible “demoness” was really in the physical sense of her brain into a ball of pig’s brain flower, one night’s recovery to this state, already enough to show that her recovery power is amazing.

She was still very mouthy and changed her posture, and said in a long drawn out voice:

“Well, seeing as how I am so weak and depressed, I guess the two of you will have to make an extra effort in the next service, so why don’t you guys give me a boost first, what are you waiting for? Take off your clothes!”

This bad character even used the power of the blood contract to force the trembling Bow Knight to undo her outer armor, Leonia had a humiliated look on her face, but she couldn’t resist the power of the blood contract.

“Enough, Ms. Yvette!”

Maxim was brave and determined, but when had he ever seen such a battle?
He could not bear to hear the depraved words, so he exclaimed:

“Laneia will not serve you anything; she has served you in vampire form for a hundred years! In the war at the Black Flame Pass, she brought honor and precious victory to the Blood Alliance Clan with absolute courage and dedication.

All this in return for a promise.

A promise of freedom!

I had the audacity to pray to His Holiness when he arrived in the Valley of the Shadow earlier, and His Holiness the Millenium recognized Laneia’s work and her efforts, and he agreed to the matter in principle”

“But it is ‘freedom’ we are discussing, Maxim of the Blood Vulture Clan!”

Yvette coldly interrupted Maxim’s defense as she chortled:

“No vampire has ever received that supreme gift since the founding of the Blood Vulture Clan, and you may not realize it, but the fact that His Holiness chose to leave this matter in my hands is in fact his polite rejection of this insolent request of yours.

The blood contract, which is the foundation of vampire civilization, and the source of the Midnight Familiars’ strength and unity, what you are asking for is for me to personally destroy the sacred link between the knights of the Blood League, which in the eyes of any vampire would be a blasphemy against tradition.

What you are asking for is something that I cannot possibly give you.

I can’t afford to start that!
What’s more, is Leonia without a mouth?
You need to speak in her place for such things? Why didn’t I know that my little Sasha even got her a ‘mouth substitute’ in Transylvania?”

“My Mark said exactly what I hoped.”

Behind Maxim, oppressed by the blood pact, Laneia fought the desire to obey that churned in her heart as she faltered:

“This is not arrogance much less blasphemy against vampire tradition, and if that tradition itself is at fault, then my desire becomes a perfectly normal need!
By sending me to Transylvania to assist the Blood Vulture Clan, you have allowed me to see for myself how Archduke Tris and Lord Murphy have rebuilt their homeland, and I have seen a clan that is not dependent on the blood pact, but is still growing at a rapid rate.

I saw a scarlet army that was formed with true unity rather than forced constraints.

The outstanding performance of the Scarlet Vulture Clan in Transylvania and the Black Plague proved that we can live just as well without the blood pact, and this is the first time I finally got a definite answer after a hundred years of resurrection!
Master Yvette. Lady!

I demand that you set me free!

I would give everything I have for that jar of fate-breaking source blood.”

There was a weakness in her voice when she first spoke, but it became a determined roar by the time she finished, which not only stunned Yvette, but caused everyone of the obedient attendants around her to look at her sideways.

The entire room fell silent for a moment, leaving only the sound of Rhiannon’s sharp gasps.

“Oh, the once coward has grown up my dear Sasha, it seems that your stubbornness and conservatism hidden in the bones of the moon elves has been reawakened by a strange man, it took me a hundred years to bring you from that repulsive and hypocritical stance to the real thing, but it took this man less than eight months to overthrow all my past efforts.

Is this the power of disgusting ‘love’?”

Yvette said in a quiet tone but with a hint of sarcasm:
“Do you remember why I had to resurrect you during the Black Plague a hundred years ago? I clearly had so many choices, yet I still chose you, who was not outstanding on the level of strength and talent, as my heir.”

“You only did it to humiliate me, no, you did it to humiliate my family, by trying to personally degrade a Garranod elf who was a believer in moonshine into the same posture as you, as a means of imprinting on the Shadow Elf’s centuries-long rivalry with the other elves some poorly reasoned truth that you believed to be the truth.

You just want me to know that all elves have a fallen side, it’s just that the other elves are more hypocritical and hide it better, you want to prove that Shadow Elves aren’t inherently deviant, and you want to overthrow the foolishness of the Elven Court in planning their lives by bloodline.

Yes.

I am just a tool, I am just a tool you use to prove your truth.

My own thoughts and my choices never mattered!

You do not like me at all.”

Leonia whispered:
“Whether or not you can actually have me means nothing to you, and my very existence is the best proof that you sneer at the hypocritical habits of those of my people.

It is a bad joke.

You have been playing it for a hundred years and yet you still enjoy it, or else there is no explanation as to why you have allowed me to live through this entire hundred years in a state of relative freedom.

You say you look forward to my service, but in truth, no one hates me more than you do, and my insistence on praying to the moonlight while the other vampires chant for the Mother of Midnight is nothing short of hideous in your eyes.
Lady Yvette, you were a Moon Sacrifice before the Shadow Elves broke away from the Kingdom of Castile, before Lady Spider was born, and you abandoned your faith to become the most depraved ‘legend’ in the Lunar Temple.

I have had enough of this twisted relationship!
You have tortured me for a hundred years, now please set me free, I will remember your kindness.”

Yvette’s body trembled as Leonia said the word ‘Mother of Midnight’.

Certain bad memories sent her into a rage, and she chortled as she fought back a growing headache:

“You know all this, all the more reason to understand that you are in no way as simple as ‘heir’ to me, I will never accede to your insolent demands, I will not give you your freedom, die! Fool, until you give up that damned worship of moonlight, you can only be at my feet.”

“Bang.”

The door to the room was pushed open at this moment of saber rattling and Murphy stepped into the room as he whispered:

“What a twisted relationship, no wonder all the other vampires are so secretive about this whole blood pact thing, I knew it, this kind of thing is beyond ugly from the moment it is born, and what I have seen and heard today validates my insistence.

It would seem that Lady Laneia’s pleas and dedication are not enough to make you face up to her desires, so let’s add one more thing to the list, Third Lord, Laneia will take part in the regicide of the Lord of the Hunt, if she comes back alive”

Murphy skimmed over Yvette, whose body was taut, and with a smile, he said:

“Then the Midnight Lord Mother will also ‘pardon’ your sins, and both of you will be free, that’s fair, isn’t it?”

“This is between me and my heir! Lord Murphy, you are in no position to get involved!”

“Well, well, I have one last question before I roll, so please answer me seriously, Ms. Yvette, is the honor of the Mother of Midnight clearly visible now?”

“Ah!!! Roll! Take her and roll! You Transylvanian scoundrels! She must die once . It was I who gave her a second life, and she must pay .”

“Very well, then we have a deal?”

(End of chapter)