My mother's love song

"Danike you bastard!!"

Even this roar filled with intense hatred and despair could not shake Danik's determination.

"I'm definitely not a vampire... I'm not, I'm not...!"

This trembling whisper to himself was probably the last sanity of the heroic spirit Vlad III.

However, as a Master, Danic completely shattered this rationality.

"No, you are a vampire. Vampire Dracula, a monster who was forced to bear a tragic stigma because of his creation. I command with the Second Command Spell, "Survive until you obtain the Greater Holy Grail!""

The Black Lancer roared, dragging his broken body towards Darnik.

The magician gladly accepted the blow while showing a faint smile.

With a swish, the chest was pierced easily, and blood splattered on Lancer's face.

However, it was Danic who was laughing wildly.

"Hahahahahahahahaha! How rude of you, my Servant! As apology, please suck my blood! You are indeed a vampire, the king who rules the night!"

As we all know, Servants can devour the souls of humans and transform them into magic power. This is a privilege they have as spirits.

All humans can do is transfer it to a container and observe.

However, this magician is an exception.

Danic focused his attention on the soul, a nutrient that could not be converted through magic and was of little use.

This is probably because he fought together with the Servant in the Third Holy Grail War.

Darnik developed a magic that can turn other people's souls into food for himself.

However, that spell is infinitely close to being taboo.

An extremely dangerous magic trick that can result in instant death if there is even the slightest deviation.

He had devoured souls only three times in these sixty years.

On these three occasions, the rituals were performed under the most perfect conditions he could consider, but even so, the adaptation rate of the body and soul was less than 60%.

"Someone" who is not oneself is controlling oneself little by little as the ceremony progresses.

Even if the next ritual is performed perfectly, I am afraid that I will just become another person named Danic Braston Yugdomrenia.

Now, Danic has chosen the last soul to devour.

"Dracula, you don't need any wishes! Just leave my dreams, my wishes, and my existence behind!

I command with the third Command Spell, "Engrave my existence on your soul, Lancer!"

The bright red light illuminated the mottled battlefield.

The two people who were originally standing there are now only a crazy black shadow left.

“Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop now…!! I am the King of Valakila, son of Vlad II. Don’t come in here, ahhhhhhh!”

The Black Lancer screamed desperately with a look of resentment.

But his face had gradually changed into an ambiguous look that resembled both Danic and Vlad III.

Like an amorphous monster.

"Well, now you are me and I am you. Lord! No, vampire! Your power will become our common property! Everything is for the Holy Grail! My dream, my hope will take root in your heart and live forever!"

Danic Braystone Yogdomirenya is now parasitizing the soul of the heroic spirit Vlad III in a vicious way equivalent to cancer cells.

“Damn it! Aa ...

Countless bats poured out of Vlad III's body and rushed into the night.

Scream and stop.

Lancer, who was lying on the ground, stood up.

The gun he was holding turned into dust and disappeared without a trace as his heroic side was completely destroyed.

Correspondingly, the monster gained cruel bloody eyes and sharp fangs.

The originally elegant black noble suit was torn into tatters, and what was revealed from the inside was not blood and flesh, but a shadow with mass.

Avenger·Dracula, the vampire, appears in the world.

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Semiramis, the queen who ruled ancient Assyria, was originally an abandoned baby.

her mother

The goddess Diligit, who was the goddess of fish, committed adultery with a human man and became pregnant with a daughter.

And that child was Semiramis.

Thinking of the goddess who considered it a shame to give birth to a child with a human, the empress did not feel any unnecessary anger.

What a stupid woman... that's all she thought.

It was obviously you who couldn't resist the temptation of the man.

His mother abandoned him like this, and his father was killed by his mother who was ashamed of this.

However, the mother left the only gift to her child who had no love.

Semiramis, who inherited the blood of the gods, has a natural adaptability to the riverside where she was abandoned.

Hearing the baby crying, the pigeons rushed to take care of her.

Countless pigeons gathered around her and wrapped up her young, who were shivering from the cold.

He also held the milk, which he got from somewhere, in his mouth and fed it into her mouth.

Semiramis grew up drinking the milk of the pigeons, which protected her from the wind and rain.

Then she spent ten years in the wild until she was discovered by humans.

When Semiramis entered human society, her inner self had already been completed.

Her self-taught knowledge of advanced social skills such as dancing and makeup made people think that she was a natural lady.

However, this is not for the sake of gaining recognition from others, but for the sake of destruction.

The girl who has never received love from her parents believes that there is no true love in this world, and that she was born into this world to dominate, trample on, and plunder others.

When I think back carefully, my life is really empty.

A warm touch came on my cheek.

Semiramis awoke from her languid dream.

Rather than saying it was sleeping, it would be more accurate to say that it just awakened that nostalgic, hazy memory.

"Are you awake, Assassin? Are you alright?"

The Black Caster that came into view had a handsome face that was enough to make all the stars pale in comparison.

Touching his cheek.

"!"

She was sleeping on the man's knees.

Semiramis realized this fact and jumped up like a frightened rabbit, running away from Rhodes' legs and keeping a distance of one meter between them.

"It's a little hurtful." Rhodes said with a smile.

""

Semiramis did not answer, but examined her body warily.

The luxurious ceremonial robe was torn by the iron stakes, revealing large areas of soft white skin on the shoulders, abdomen and back.

However, the original penetrating wound has now healed.

Was it Caster who cured him?

The empress looked around and found herself in a small room.

"…It is you who has been taking care of me?" asked Semiramis.

"Although I want to carry you back to the church, I don't think you can survive until then," Rhodes explained.

"Really? Thank you anyway."

The reason why you touched my face... was it because I showed a painful expression in my dream just now?

Think of this.

Thinking of her defenseless expression in front of this man, the empress blushed with embarrassment.

"……What's wrong?"

"nothing!"

Semiramis raised her voice in anger.

She actually took off her disguise in front of a man she didn't know at all. This was really not like the behavior of an empress.

Rhodes sighed: "...It's really hard to please."

"I really feel bad for letting you serve me."

Semiramis said sharply, stretching out her five fingers to repair the torn clothing.

"Okay, let's go back."

The Assyrian queen patted her dusty skirt and stood up gracefully and elegantly.

Then, as she stepped forward in her high heels, her body suddenly went limp and she collapsed to the ground.

"Hmm? Is the injury not fully healed yet?"

Rhode came over and said, "Shouldn't it be? I have just checked carefully, and the penetrating wound caused by Lancer has healed."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to touch Semiramis's belly, and then

Snapped!

Semiramis excitedly slapped the man's hand away.

"Do not touch me!!!"

The empress screamed and then hugged her shoulders.

"Well, there's no need to react so violently."

Rhodes grumbled a little unhappily.

Don't even think about who saved you.

If it wasn't because you and Morgan look alike, would I help you like this?

What a heartless woman.

I take it back, this guy looks nothing like my wife.

"what?"

Soon, Rhodes discovered something was wrong.

Semiramis's face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and her body was trembling slightly.

"..."

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Why……

what's wrong with me……

Semiramis bit her lips lightly and swallowed a lot of saliva.

She could never have imagined that the current situation was caused by the arrow shot by the enemy Assassin in the chaos in front of the city of Mirenia.