Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

"HM"

With one of my usual habits, I sandwich a golden nuclear bomb on the verge of a nuclear explosion with both hands, release the closed barrier that was deployed around the village, and think of the nuclear bomb beyond the fog Pretended to throw.

The moment I left my hand and entered the fog, I displaced the nuclear bomb far beyond the shining stars. The purpose of the throwing process is to deceive Serina and Nel's eyes.

It has been confirmed that there is no living entity in the space around the transfer destination. Even at the speed of the light, after seeing the light of a small explosion that took place over a thousand years, I was relieved to say that I would do another one.

Anyway, if there was an explosion, Serina, Nel, and Lenia would not remain even ash, and the area up to the village of Fraupa would become scorched soil, and for decades, it would have been polluted by organisms that could not live there. It is just right.

When I looked back at Nell to hear more about Fatima, who received the vampire's fangs, and a girl from the village of Fraupa, I met Renia, who looked at me like a rival.

Like I, who reincarnated from the old dragon to a human, this inhumanly cold, destructive spiritual girl is also a non-human race, probably a demonic beast. He is a reincarnate who has been reincarnated as a human being, and can be said to be my kin

However, there is no sign that Renia has noticed that I am also a reincarnate. Renia's black eyes are burning with anger and hatred against me, who gave water to the fight against Blanc.

Do you have the temperament to find joy in struggle and destruction? He must have lived in a cramped mind since being reborn as a human being.

To avoid the impulse of destruction that I do not want to suppress, it is good that I do not repeat murder and destruction without knowing myself, I do not know my inner heart, Renia does not call us when I look away from me, Blancs Begins to walk beyond the disappearing fog.

"Renia, where are you going?"

I knew the answer, but for the time being I was also a student at the same institution, so I called out. Renia thought he would ignore it, but surprisingly replied.

"Why should I tell you where to go? Are you my father or something?"

"Well, at least, students who go to the same institution at the very least. If you look at the vampire's wriggling place even in such a relationship, you are worried about one or two."

"This is the most useless worry in the world. You only have to worry about the serpent and the ice there. Don't get involved with me."

"Do not overdo it. If anything, the aftertaste is bad."

I turned to Serina and Nell after Renia's black rear view had disappeared into the fog.

On the ground carved of destruction marks, they were released from the murder of the King of the Immortal, and the thread of tension seemed to break, sweating on a white face and raising and lowering his shoulders violently. ing.

"Nell, it's better to get your breath in order, and I'll go with you too. Selina will stay in the village and defend my defenses."

In my words, Serina shook her head from side to side with a sincere look. It contained a determined refusal.

"No, I can't, I understand that Doran is telling me to care for me and stay in Fraupa village.

However, I have decided to go with Mr. Doran forever since he was welcomed to Bern village. So no matter what I say, I'm with Doran. ''

"Ok, so let's go to help Fatima together, albeit to the bottom of hell."

"Yes, definitely help Fatima-chan. It's absolutely wrong to see such kind-hearted girl in such an eye."

I really agree with Serina's words.

Depending on the actions taken by Blanc and his father, King Grossgrill, a vampire nation that may inherit old blood and history by my hands may perish tonight.

"Doran, I'm breathing already. Let's go fast."

Nell, who had been trying to adjust his breathing and mind and mind as per my advice, screamed with a revived face, albeit with some shadow of fatigue.

"By the way, Doran, do you know where their residence is?"

"I stuck the sticky thoughts on the carriage, and after that I arrived at Blanc."

"As expected Doran, astute"

Lightly raised his hand to Nel's praise, I looked at the castle in the fog with a longan eye. To be more precise, I saw Fatima and a village girl imprisoned in a castle.

*

The castle of the Kingdom of Grossglia is a castle with an overwhelming mass of huge gray stones stacked without gaps.

In the room at the top of one of the towers of the castle's many spires, a person who sighs like a storm compared to a vampire and a person who turns into a mid-vampire who sighs like a breeze were trapped.

Fatima and a girl from the village of Fraupa who were taken away.

Fatima, who received the tusks of Grossgrian's father, Blanc's father, lay openly on the left nape with two little finger holes, lying on a bed with a canopy-like complexion.

Immediately next to the bed where Fatima was lying, a drowned village girl was sitting with a chair made of gold, platinum and ivory.

She was a girl with black hair stretched to her shoulders, sunburned brown skin and round eyes like black balls. Rita turns 15 this year.

"Daijobu?"

"Oh, oh, I'm nothing. But Fatima-sama, Fatima-sama are too pitiful."

"Umm, I can't laugh at it. I wasn't even supposed to be sucked by a vampire. I couldn't help but sucked blood, but Rita managed to be safe. I'll talk about getting back to the village. "

"I don't care about me, so Fatima will never be a vampire ..."

"It's a lot of a statement like a vampire. I don't know where my ears are, so I have to be careful."

Rita's voice, which is almost screaming, was interrupted by the voice of a third party who opened the door silently and entered the room. Like a vampire, his feet on the carpet did not make noise, and the candlelight containing the fragrance lit on the chandelier did not cast a shadow on the floor.

Rita looked at the occupants with a frightening effect, as Fatima seemed to be affected by the blood.

A girl who wears a gray robe knitted with a silkworm thread that spits out a thread with the hardness of steel.

Each of the casual actions has its own piece, and the indigenous nobles, Fatima, and Rita have been aware since they first saw them.

"Good evening, Sierra."

With a smile and a small smile, Fatima welcomed the guests. Even if you're an abominable vampire who sucked your own blood, it's true that Fatima seems to take this kind of attitude.

"Good evening, Fatima. It looks like I'm not very good. I understand well, but I wasn't able to imagine when I was a human.

You can know that you are literally reborn. That's not scary. It's so wonderful. ''

"Well, I'm a long invitation, but I still want to be a human. I want to grow a little more."

"Yes, but it's up to the Majesty to decide. You can't refuse a lady who has already received her fangs. Her Majesty is kind to her favorite maid or woman, so it's important to be a vampire I will do it for you. "

"I want you to be gentle from now."

"I'm still human now, that's impossible."

"Isn't it gentleman to be gentle on girls, both human and vampire?"

Fatima was seriously questioning, and Sierra had to wait for a smile to appear.

"The greatest kindness to races other than vampires is to make them vampires."

"Well, then, Sierra, couldn't I just manage to return Rita alone to my house? I'll keep you calm here, so Rita will return to the sunshine."

"Fatima!"

At the same time as Rita made a sad voice, a small wrinkle was cut in Sierra's eyebrows, which disappeared earlier than Fatima and Rita admitted.

"It's an impossible story. The child had to get him to do it. I was a little worried about this and I should tell it, but I will still tell it.

Just before, His Highness went alone to Fraupa village, and he returned home with a hand injury. You fought against Nernesia and Doran in Fraupa village. Fatima, your friend doesn't seem to give up saving you. ''

Then, after showing some worries about what to say, Sierra said:

"I have good friends."

Just add that in your heart, though it's not a daredevil.

"Well, Nel and Dolan. Then, Serie is with me. He came, Dolan. I'll come, Nell ..."

*

Blanc, who was injured in the fight against Doran, was returning home to his hometown, Darcloa.

Returning to the private room in the castle, even in a luxurious castle that can not be reproduced in human society, it returned to a more luxurious private room suitable for the status of a prince, leaving the cloak and the gleaming Maria in the waistband intact I'm lying on the sofa.

Moaning the contents of the golden glass he grabbed, Blanc made a sound and drank it down. The content of a golden pitcher, like a glass, would be obvious given the Blanc race.

"The severed neck is connected. All the blood vessels, bones, nerves and flesh are connected as before. But what about this pain? The pain at the moment of the cut is still continuing.

I have to say it again. Doran, what a terrible sword! Is it the fate of the Creator who will meet the night of the king's greatest guest, the strong enemy who cannot be obtained if desired? ''

"Bran, Prince of the Great Grossglia Kingdom"

Blanc felt an incalculable pressure on his entire body. Strictly speaking, it is because Blanc's psychology has influenced his body, and it has not actually added a load to Blanc's whole body.

However, it was the voice of the voice that the psychological change had an effect on the physical body even if the blanc was played.

Blanc looked for signs. The voice sounded as if hung from all directions, and it was of no use in locating the opponent.

After a blink, he fulfilled his purpose, and when he got up from the couch, he advanced to the Lord of the Voices and thrust one knee.

"This is your Majesty, good mood"

"It's not beautiful, Blanc. I must have hurt my important traces."

White, Blanc spilled in his heart with too little malice to say poison. I've known from my early days that I'm not worried about myself as much as my father said.

"Raise your face, Blanc. When no one else is up, you and I will act as parents and children, not masters and slaves."

"Let's make words in my heart."

Blanc looked up at his real father, the 3,000 year old Gross Glia, who was a 3,000 year old diol Zegalío Grossglia.

Blanc himself is also the master of a stunning body with thickness and height, but his father is even taller. The arms are as strong as a bundle of thick tree roots, and the thickness of the breastplate pushing up the black cape is unlikely to shake even if the person who makes fist fighting hits with all his might.

The hair rubbed behind was dominated by the white ones, but the rocky jaws with a sharp outline that seemed to be able to bite, the nose reminiscent of a raptor's beak, and the eyes like a scar cut with a blade The evil light swirls like the evil eye of the Basilisk petrification.

The fierceness of the genie that gushes from the whole body makes you realize that the temperature of the ice drops further with the bran, which is the child who separated the blood.

I'm still short of my father. Whenever he meets this face-to-face, the flame of willingness to surpass his father is likely to wither.

"Bran, man who once turned down your neck, what do you see?"

"It's not something my father cares about. Yes, it was once or not every thousand years, such as when a man cut off my head, but in each case I came to victory It has been and will be.

Show off the stigma of being cut off by humans with your own hands. Father, please consider only the hospitality of guests. Considering the guests, no one is more entertaining than his royal father. ''

"That would be appropriate. There is no way to bend it, and I have no other than you. I have to lament the lack of talent in my kingdom. I'll leave it to you. "

I heard the word alone and confirmed it, but it was actually a question of the ruler who did not allow a reply other than affirmation. In the sense of the diol's ruler, Blanc and the mere soldier are equal for diol.

"Have a word"

"Then, let's imitate the courtesy of the war and perform the ceremony. Blanc."

In his father's words, after a brief, affirmative remark, Blanc summoned Sierra, who had thought to visit Fatima. Soon after, a loyal former human minister appeared before Dior and Blanc.

Dior stayed seated in a chair, but Blanc stood in front of Sierra, commanding him with his dignity as an absolute ruler. I gave

"Sierra, this time, as your Majesty is ousted, we will perform a sacrifice ceremony according to tradition."

"Hah"

"I'll use Rita, my daughter from the village."

Sierra wanted to know that Bran wasn't delayed. It seems a bit stiff, but I prayed that the Lord in front of me didn't see it-to whom? I no longer believe in God.

Blanc's voice was laughing with cruel pleasure as he saw it.

"Sierra, you are also in the ceremony. I have commanded you into a noble resident of the land of the night."

"... is, as you said."

A smile spills into the back of Blanc's throat.

"Use your whole spirit to suck Rita's blood, because the sacrifice ritual ends by sucking the blood of the sacrifice."

"I'm sure I'm myself"

With his reply, he was allowed to leave Bran, and Sierra left Bran's private room as soon as he could.

Waiting for Sierra's back to disappear beyond the door, Bran gave an unpretentious order and looked back. The words that came out of his mouth were just like the cruel words that were just before him.

"Well, hey, it's my father who's out of hell."

The father who sought his appearance was not there. He seemed to have gone out of this room without giving Blanc any sign.

"And smart"

The pitcher, pouring wine of the virgin blood of the saint on the table, had no shadow or shape. I wanted to take it out of the room.

She was a vampire parent and child who did not know about the imminent situation or lacked some sense of tension.