When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1077 Good Sisters

"Ok?"

Serfaye, who was standing in front of the long table, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

Thick, dark red blood dripped from the scalpel held in her pale right hand onto the iron bed.

"His Majesty?"

Hearing the Blood Servant's call, Serfaye finally came to his senses.

She looked at the vampire count's pleading eyes on the operating table, and at his still-beating, pale heart, then closed her eyes and shook her head.

Being confined to a mortal body, she actually made the mistake of not concentrating, a mistake usually made by lower beings.

"Your Majesty, we..."

Without answering the Blood Servant's words, Serfaye simply tossed aside the scalpel and walked to the window.

Unlike the large arched windows commonly used in the Empire and the transparent glass square windows that have recently become popular in the Holy Alliance, the capital of the Shadowless City of the Flesh and Blood Kingdom has a style reminiscent of hundreds of years ago.

Before Serfaye was only a small arched window, no bigger than a washbasin, with dark red, purple and emerald green mosaic glass.

Reaching out to open the arched window, a stench of decaying flowers mixed with the burning scent of cedar and myrrh wafted into my nostrils.

This amount of incense is lethal to humans, but it's just right for vampires.

Serfaye didn't like the taste, and she didn't even like the city of Sunfire.

However, if the mixed-blood elves of Sunfire City wanted to survive, they had no choice but to adapt to this environment.

She looked up, and through the cramped window, the distant sky came into view.

The sky was covered by a thick, dark purple cloud layer, as heavy as congealed blood, long and pure.

Every now and then, lightning would flash through, illuminating the murky clouds that completely blocked out the sunlight.

Beneath the clouds, the white light from the lightning bolts cut the silhouettes of the Bloodline Temple and Gothic spires at the horizon where the sky meets the city.

Looking around, everything was pitch black, except for the water, which glowed with an unnatural indigo fluorescence.

The City of No Light truly lives up to its name; it is a city without sunlight, and its lack of light is entirely due to the volcano that erupts year-round nearby.

A volcano that could never exist has been erupting for thousands of years—look at the mess the elves have made!

The once fertile and rich western continent was transformed into a desert over thousands of years.

Standing by the window, Serfaye narrowed his eyes slightly, as if sensing something.

She stood by the window for a full minute, and then, as if struck by a thought, a smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

“Go to the treasury of the immortals.” Turning around, Serfaye whispered the command to the servants of the Night Palace.

Led by servants of the Night Palace, this descent of Lilith emerged from the damp, cold room.

Passing through a hundred-meter-long corridor composed of dark-toned, wet-colored murals, and climbing the steep spiral staircase, you will find the treasure trove of the immortals on the third floor of the Blood Moon Hall.

The vast wealth of gold, silver, diamonds, and art treasures accumulated by the Thetis clan is hidden in this treasury.

The treasures, which had been well cared for by their former owner, were now piled up like trash.

Only on the very center of the papal throne, cushioned with red velvet, rests a soft crown.

It consists of three crowns joined together, connected by intricately striped gold-threaded white silk, with rubies and emeralds at the front and pearls adorning the apex.

However, Serfaye didn't care about the jewels and silks at all; all she cared about was the triple crown itself.

Gently placing the triple crown on his head, Serfaye crossed his legs and gazed at himself in the mirror by the door.

Her skin was as pale as snow, her face was marked with tear troughs and nasolabial folds, and the veins under her skin were visible.

Wearing a dark velvet and crimson silk gown typically worn by male vampires, she won over countless male vampires within a year and a half.

But the wrinkles on his hands and the deep lines on his face made Serfaye look away. Damn mortal body, mortal soul!
Calming himself down, Serfaye tapped the triple crown with the papal scepter he had seized.

"Hey, wake up, I'm talking to you."

The triple crown didn't react, but Serfaye laughed eerily: "I know you don't want to talk to me, but you have no choice, do you?"

"..." "It's like you've opened the Ark of the Holy See; you have no choice but to keep raising the stakes at the gambling table."

"..."

"Oh my, you're in such a hurry! Ah, so much so, it's driving me crazy! Why are you in such a rush?" Unlike his cautious and submissive demeanor when he first met Prince Thetis, Serfaye, sitting on the throne, laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"The person you forcibly awakened several times back then, and even allowed angels to descend to earth to kill, has now become your lifeline."

"Hey, how are you feeling right now? How does it feel to be knocked off the table by your own pawn?"

"..."

"Yes, yes, yes, that's exactly the tone I wanted to hear, that helpless yet forced smile, hahaha."

The empty room, occupied by only one person, was filled with the wild laughter of Serfaye, or rather, Lilith.

She couldn't help but laugh; in her view, the two were one, and their interests were aligned.

However, Myrcella later betrayed Lilith, not only ruining Lilith's plans but also entangled with her for a thousand years.

The two fought for over 1,400 years, between slumber and awakening, and created countless wars.

Several bloody wars, several wars of reconquest, plus that century-long war of conquest, neither side could defeat the other.

Even due to the increased costs of war, both sides' agents on Earth are showing signs of slipping out of control.

Using Serfaye as a pawn, Lilith finally managed to find an opening, but was still interrupted by Mysera at the most crucial moment.

Even though they were twins, they were filled with hatred for their sister at this moment.

However, what no one expected was that the pawn Myrcella used to hinder her plans, the farmer from Thousand Rivers Valley, actually depleted the Northern Church's fighting strength in one fell swoop.

When the Kingdom of Fran, the "filial son of the Holy Lord," marched north, Serfaye seized the opportunity to conquer the ancient city of the Holy Throne and successfully obtained the Triple Crown.

Lilith has already seized the key to victory in this game. If she can subdue the Empire within the last thirty years of this body, this millennia-long struggle should come to an end.

As the true entity, Lilith will reclaim her heart and head, reunite her two souls, and return her true soul to its rightful place.

The true goddess witch who nearly wiped out the dragon race will be resurrected once again in the long river of fate.

"..."

It's unclear what Mysera said, but Serfaye's smile gradually faded.

She stared at herself in the mirror without saying a word for a full minute.

Finally, she seemed to be speaking to herself, or rather, to the triple crown in the mirror.

"What do you mean by that? Didn't you put the farmer's soul back in? Are you trying to deceive me?"

"..."

Serfaye narrowed his eyes: "Of course I know, but even without a true soul and unable to see destiny, I still have others."

"..."

"While your empire is embroiled in internal strife, my royal court has been steadily accumulating strength; they simply lack a true leader."

No need for schemes or tricks, just combine the power of the Flesh and Blood Royal Court and crush them head-on.

Even a true goddess or witch on the verge of death, when manipulating fate, would still be unable to withstand the relentless and honorable attacks of the dragons.

That little farmer actually stumbled upon the optimal solution by accident.

The world's most talented people are like perch crossing the Naoan River.

However talented they may be, in front of this true goddess and witch, they are nothing but a handful of dust.

"..."

"Just you wait and see. No child can ever be a match for their parents."

After discarding the triple crown and finishing her best friend's face, Lilith addressed the servants guarding the door: "Tell the eight clans remaining in the City of No Light that all vampires of the second generation or higher should go to the Vengeance Volcano to offer sacrifices to the Holy Grail and decide the next prince of the Thetis clan."

　P.S. I sat in front of the computer at 6 o'clock and finished writing the first chapter at 8 o'clock. I originally wanted to finish the second chapter before 12 o'clock, but I still couldn't finish it. How do people who can write 10,000 words a day manage to do it? I can write 8,000 words a day after the book is published because the plot has not yet unfolded and there is still a lot to write. I have a strong desire to express myself. It is really amazing (in a good way) to still be able to write 10,000 words a day later on.

　　
　
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