The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

The transformed entity resembled a species tumor composed of humans and giant bats, with its severed arms reappearing and a pervasive aura of negative energy that put the warriors on high alert.

"Go away!"

The woman roared. She knew that everyone else here could be captured except her. If she were captured, her master would be in danger. Now she had to either escape or give up her life!

Claws lashed out at the warriors blocking her way, but the followers of the victims showed no intention of yielding or killing her. They surrounded her, pointing their iron-clad clubs at the derivative.

She is the key to the investigation into the vampires hiding behind the scenes; she absolutely cannot be killed.

Two long sticks stabbed at the bat monster's claws. She grabbed the sticks and squeezed them tightly, breaking them in two. Then, several other sticks struck her bones with no mercy.

The blunt force didn't break her transformed bones. The monster let out a sharp roar, and the surrounding suffering warriors were immediately confused. Taking advantage of the moment, she lunged towards the exit that was almost within reach.

"Do you think I'd let you get away like this?"

Upon hearing these extremely calm and composed words, the derivative, sensing impending doom, turned around and saw Kent, who was about fifty meters away from her, holding a longsword that emitted a magical aura and assuming a charging stance.

The ground beneath his feet shattered with force, and the paladin leaped high into the air, covering a distance of fifty meters to reach her side, his eyes filled with an extremely bright light.

"Leave me alone!"

He didn't even need to use the Demon-Slaying Slash to deal with this guy. Four sword lights flashed, and the monster didn't even have time to react before its limbs were severed. Its body fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

The burning pain from the wound only reached her brain at this moment. The bat monster's expression twisted, and realizing that she could not escape, the derivative decisively activated the suicide method her master had taught her.

Within the chest of this undead creature, a drop of extraordinary blood began to burn, and her torso swelled. Kent, who was about to advance, shouted, "Back off!"

Everyone around retreated, and the derivative exploded, splattering crimson blood in all directions, soaking those who hadn't had time to back away.

"Damn it, the priest needs to come and take a look!"

Fearing that the blood might be the cause of some problem, Kent called a priest to treat him and his fellow sufferers. Their bodies were kept healthy thanks to minor divine restorations and the removal of disease, and the blood on their clothes was also cleaned off.

Just a few minutes after doing all that, the blood immediately began to rot. Kent stared at the mangled flesh with a gloomy expression, knowing that clues wouldn't be so easy to find again.

Fortunately, there are still gang members with her; they should be able to get some information from them...

Kent looked back and saw the bewildered civilians gradually regaining their senses as the derivative beings died.

However, they didn't notice at all that a unique, scarlet drop of blood quietly slipped away from the pool of foul-smelling blood on the ground.

Unfortunately, just as it was about to leave the sewer like its predecessors, the blood droplet was subjected to a strange gravitational pull. It was pulled backward by something while it was attached to the wall, and then flew uncontrollably toward a soft palm, merging into it.

"Miss Walker, are you alright?"

No one noticed this, and Kent breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Maginus emerge from the secret chamber connecting to the slave market area. The girl nodded and held up some papers with charred edges:

"It's alright, I've found some useful clues."

……

As the shouts rang out, Maginus, who had retreated into the red mist, immediately rushed to the open door of the secret chamber. Inside, besides some dazed slaves, there was also a refined-looking man wearing a monocle who was constantly throwing papers into a fire that was connected to another pipe.

She immediately kicked the man, who fell to the ground unable to move due to severe abdominal pain. Maginus grabbed the remaining items and casually flipped through them, discovering that they were all records of slave market transactions from recent years.

After collecting all the information, Maginus turned to the church members who rushed in from outside and said, "I am Walker."

Upon hearing her name, the members who had been notified in advance immediately bowed with serious expressions, showing respect to the girl who had ventured deep into the black market. She casually pointed to the secret room, about to explain the situation, when she suddenly sensed something.

Looking up at the black market outside, she sensed that something very important was nearby.

Maginus immediately went outside, and her gaze naturally fell upon the crimson blood that no one else had noticed. Subconsciously, she raised her hand.

Without activating her psychic powers, the drop of blood, like a magnet attracted by another nearby magnet, reluctantly flew towards her and merged into her body.

The moment they made contact, Maginos realized what it was.

This was a portion of power that her blood relative had separated from her body. The girl couldn't use it before killing her blood relative, but as long as it was inside her, this power could not return to Corno's body.

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At Corneau's mansion.

Maginus had met a handsome nobleman in a dream who elegantly sipped crimson blood; he was Cornorovella, whom the Church of the Endless Light had been searching for.

He held a beautiful young woman in his arms, swirling his wine glass, his hands touching her cool and soft skin. He seemed to be enjoying life to the fullest, without any concern for the church's surveillance.

As a vampire who had just dealt with his master, the vampire who had just embraced him, Korno displayed absolute arrogance.

He believed that his actions would go undetected, that the church had no evidence to prove he was a vampire, and that if they found any evidence, he would at most spend some time in prison.

The only thing to worry about is that blood relative who is hiding somewhere and who may arrive at any time, as well as some hotheads who are looking for revenge.

"Master, something bad has happened!"

Korno was disappointed that the frantic shouts outside the door had shattered his otherwise elegant and peaceful day.

Korno kissed the servant in his arms and said gently, "Come in, my dear Aresa."

The maid, who had been anxiously waiting outside the door, pushed it open and entered. The imposing aura emanating from her mistress quickly calmed her down. The blonde maid was still somewhat nervous, but she clearly and logically stated all the information she knew:

“Master, the Church of the Endless Light destroyed the city’s black market last night. Amuel has probably met with misfortune. Our scouts did not see her in the group.”

The hand swirling the wine glass froze in mid-air. A cold red light flashed in Corneau's elegant and composed eyes, and his voice suddenly turned indifferent:

"Have you confirmed the authenticity of this news, my sweetheart?"

"Yes, this applies to both lowly blood slaves and manipulated animals."

Patting the servant's bottom to help her stand up, the man adjusted his right monocle, rose from the chair, turned, and drew back the curtains, letting the blinding sunlight stream into the room.

Squinting at the sun, the stinging sensation on his skin made him realize that he was a vampire who couldn't be exposed to the light of day.

"It seems my dear blood relative has secretly cooperated with the Light of No End."

Why can't the sun, which I hate, and my blood relatives, all of them just die?

Upon learning of his servant's death, Corno realized that his blood relative had either collaborated with the church or happened to be in the black market and had now been imprisoned.

The evidence was that the blood droplet he temporarily called "the blood of the source" inside his servant's body had not returned.

As for whether he would be stopped by the paladins, there was a possibility, but Corno thought it was unlikely. After all, he had already gone to see the priests of the Church of the Endless Light, and those despicable guys hadn't seen through his identity as a vampire or the offspring of an evil god.

"Alessa, go and tell your men to spread a message... no, we can't do that..."

Korno had intended to have his men spread the word that among those who cooperated with the church were offspring of evil gods, but he suddenly remembered two things that made him abandon this lose-lose idea.

He himself was also one of the offspring, but he hadn't revealed it yet. Right now, the church there had only deployed troops to deal with one special vampire. If they really found out that he was a vampire with the power of an evil god, the consequence would probably be that he would face an encirclement and annihilation, and those nobles who were willing to cover for him would no longer be willing to unite with him.

Another point is that he desperately desires the other power that his blood relative possesses. If she is captured and killed by the Church of the Endless Light, then Corno will not be able to obtain that power, which would be a complete loss.

"Here's what we'll do: tell your men to investigate recent outsiders, paying particular attention to those who get too close to members of the Church of the Endless Light."

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

"So, have you been able to glean any information from the data?"

In a proper restaurant outside the temple, Maginos, who was covered by a black robe, was having afternoon tea with the priestess Simi. Her knife and fork kept touching the pastries as she stuffed one sweet cake after another into her mouth.

Simi shook his head: "No, there was no information about Corno in those papers. After submitting the information, the lord of the city seemed to only intend to purge a group of people with solid evidence and protect another group with some leeway."

"Sigh~, it's all because of these guys," Simi sighed, resting her chin on her hand. "Walker, what are you going to do next? Do you have any ideas?"

"Wait, I'm only thirteen years old. It's your adults' job to think about these things."

Without questioning the way Simi was addressed, Maginus wanted to sympathize with Korn and figure out what he would do next. Unfortunately, he could only guess that Korn would start looking for him, since he had already absorbed Korn's blood, which contained the power of the evil god.

Simi smiled and reached out to touch the girl's cheek. When the girl tilted her head back to prevent her from touching her, she pouted and said, "Nobles can get engaged at thirteen, right? If you're a commoner, you should already have someone you like or even be with."

Maginos was not surprised that Simi knew about her noble status. Her mannerisms still bore traces of her past, which were difficult to change now, and she had no intention of doing so.

This would remind her that she was a princess of a fallen kingdom burdened with a deep-seated hatred, not a carefree adventurer.

Seeing that Maginus did not answer, Simi continued talking about her own affairs, treating the girl as someone she could confide in. The girl listened quietly and wrote down every word she said.

A well-dressed bard, clearly a local celebrity, entered the restaurant. The wealthy commoners dining there, seeing him, called out:

"Martin, any new songs or news lately?"

The bard bowed to them, offering a friendly smile, and sat down at the table specially prepared for bards inside the shop, removing his hat and placing it in front of him.

"Of course, my loyal listener, Mr. Wendell, please allow me to slowly tell you through my new poem~"

After slightly adjusting his strings and clearing his throat, the bard Martin ran his hand across the strings, and lightly stomped his foot on the wooden platform to create a drum-like sound. The lyrics he sang made Maginus lower his head, his eyes twitching slightly.

"Oh~, the offspring of the evil god has died~, a new day is about to begin~..."

"Let us cheer! Grand Duke Ebeth waves his staff, joining the righteous alliance in a fierce battle against the once-evil royal family..."

Chapter 83 Who is the Enemy?

The song's story is simple, praising the righteous Grand Duke Ebeslut and the allied forces who together overthrew the evil royal family and wiped out the bloodline of the evil gods.

It was clear that Ebeslut was preparing to build momentum for her eventual ascension to the throne.

The knife and fork pierced the cake steadily, tapping softly on the bottom of the wooden plate. The girl, instinctively speeding up her eating, finished the cake, rose, and said goodbye to Ximi.

"Then I'll be going now. I'll contact you again as soon as I have any news."

"Okay, see you when it's time to contact each other. I'll pay for this time."

After saying goodbye to Priest Simi, Maginos left the restaurant without looking back. As she walked along the road, her hands kept clenching and unclenching, her nails piercing her palms and causing a minor pain.

"The evil royal family has been destroyed~, let's welcome a brighter tomorrow together..."

"The young lady and the princess grew up together, but were forced to separate..."

"...Innocent princess, why don't you turn to the light?"

A voice just as innocent as hers rang out not far away. The girl turned around and saw children singing newly composed nursery rhymes.

They didn't know what it meant, but they felt that in the story they could transform into the kind and powerful Duke Ebes, and together with his "friends" and daughter, kill the evil royal family and persuade the princess not to run away.

Is this tantamount to letting her walk into a trap?

Maginus withdrew her gaze, turned the corner into the alley, and stood motionless against the corner, her expression still calm.

A bunch of lowly, ignorant people...

The thought crossed the girl's mind, and the purplish-black color in the center of her pupils spread again. Then, Ebes's face appeared, startling her out of her current emotions.

Realizing the thoughts that had just crossed her mind, the small psychic blade solidified in her right hand. Maginus slashed wound after wound on her left arm, the pain unable to alleviate the emptiness in her heart, but at least suppressing the strange emotions.

……

In the days that followed, songs praising Ebeth and belittling the Imperius royal family grew more and more frequent, and Maginus found himself increasingly unable to suppress his distorted emotions, so he could only reduce his morning outings.

To keep the masses ignorant...to instill fear in them...it would be better to enslave them all...a bunch of lowly creatures...

Amidst her chaotic thoughts, the girl opened her eyes and looked out the window, where the night sky came into view.

"Never be misled by the power of the evil god, Maginus Imperius. Your enemy is not the people, but those important figures connected to the deaths of your families, their entire families, and all their legions."

“Don’t…”

Repeating this three times, the girl repeatedly reminded herself who the enemy and the target should be. She glanced at the psychic blade, which was mostly stained with purplish-black, made a cut on her hand to remind herself of the pain, and then jumped out of the window.

Reaching a corner of the slum street, Maginus focused her gaze on Bereia's house.

Since the farm girl and her mother were rescued, the fact that Berea was not bewitched has been taken very seriously by the Church of the Endless Light. After examination, it was discovered that the farm girl was a being with naturally strong senses.

This has made the leaders of the local Church of the Endless Light very happy. The church is currently reviewing her, and if the review results are normal, Bereya should be accepted into the church as a trainee pastor, which can be said to be a huge leap for her.

The reason Maginus was keeping a close eye on her was because she might be targeted and killed by someone sent by Corno.

In recent days, the girl discovered that Simi was being targeted by gang members, and that she was being targeted as well.

After suspecting they were spies of Korn, Maginus figured out some of Korn's ideas: the vampires probably wanted to find her existence among those who had contact with the Church of the Endless Light.

The people he had the most contact with were naturally Maginus and the farm girl Bereya.

Because she was draped in a black robe, her face was not fully visible. In addition, she had been staying in her room in the early mornings and only moving around at night recently, so her whereabouts were very unstable to them. Bereya, on the other hand, had more overt contact with the church.

The three factions are all more or less in the open, but the Church knows the least and still thinks that Maginus and they are on the same side.

In theory, Corno probably thinks that Maginus, the man in black, should be his blood relative, but it's not impossible that it could be Berea, so he will probably make two preparations.

Correspondingly, the church must have noticed the people monitoring them, but they lacked some information and didn't know what Corno was up to. However, considering the slave trader's shouts, they would probably take precautions against Berea, but not many.

Maginus himself possessed the most extensive information, but lacked the strength to fight alone, barely managing to fight Corno with the help of the Church…

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

The sound of water brought Maginot back to her senses, and she drew another line on her hand to refocus.

In short, she guessed that Korno would make a move against Belea, and that the church would secretly protect Belea. She needed to find the vampire derivative created by Korno in the struggle and obtain the evil god's blood that Korno had scattered.

No one would be willing to take action against the Church of the Endless Light, so it must have been his confidants who made the move.