The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

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Usually, I was just taking off my predicament so that I could only run away by driving...

"Don't be ridiculous! The chief squire who faithfully abides by the old code... even though he is using one of the six treasures, to the chief squire of the division, but like a little girl who lived for about three hundred years!

Vampires with old faces scream in private rooms.

His name is Lunce Lavalle Valmasque.

One of Farmilia's immediate family members is a heavy town in the Blood Court, an elder.

My people call me Sir Lunce.

Lunce lost his family members, Gold, Louis and Naga, and was outraged to see blood stained in front of him for humiliation, increasing the countless wrinkles engraved on his face.

Naturally, this is the result of an intransigent pursuit of the contraindicated Veronica.

And it was an unnecessarily nerve-wrenching thought that I would have to make this unending report at the Great Presbyterian Conference that would take place after this.

It's not just contraindications.

What the hell is the strength of that uninspiring spear man...

But my position failed with this failure.

Disgrace will have to be accepted.

Alnard, the Hoffmans should blame me for being here.

Abominable, but patient during meetings.

The Empress is more scared when she gets angry, but the basics are calm.

It will definitely go into arbitration.

After the meeting, he chose the best of Louis' men to go to.

It consumes a lot of blood and magic, but all you have to do is secretly enjoy the night hunt in the Gulf City Terrier where you have friends...

Lunce was thinking as he dyed his eyes bloodstained.

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This place spreads more silence than a thousand ancient divine rhymes [Grand Tomb of the Blood Court].

It was found beneath the coastline, with a cut cliff facing the Haim Sea in the southeast, which leads from the basement of the Wang capital Gromheim.

It is a vampire empire with a history older than the Demon Millennial Empire Hazarn, who came from the Black Ring.

A group of vampires who have also been unwittingly victorious in eternal feuds with the ancient werewolves, the people and the Twelve tribes.

And the Great Presbyterian Council was about to be held in a place where the Temple of Lugnado, the bloodsucking god, was located.

"Now we begin the Great Presbyterian Council of Valmasque, do you mind, Empress?"

The woman called the Empress snorts. He wears a silver tiara on his head.

Her long golden hair swelled and her hind hair fluttered.

Thin willow eyebrows with long eyelashes and blue eyes. Her nose is high and her lips are small.

There were blue and white blood vessels pulsating beneath the white and clear skin.

Even if you're not called an empress, you know you're an empress.

Vampires who lived thousands of years, but with rare demonic beauty in the world.

There will be no choice but for all the family members who will be with us forever to be distraught much more every time.

So much finished beauty. It stood out overwhelmingly.

The empress's name is Farmilia Lavalle Valmasque Lugnado.

of Lugnado, the bloodsucking god.

She was given blood, directly from the bloodsucking god Lugnado, the first of the twelve tribes.

She was the strongest woman to have benefited from Lugnado, the bloodsucking god.

Even if you only try to take it, you have the ability to use blood hands, blood swords, blood spears, blood ravens, and blood doves.

There are also a wide variety of skills that are gained to be finely branched, beautiful but top-notch among the public.

"… I will now report"

From the mouth of Arnad Lavalle Valmask, with a brunette face resembling the seagrass of… information on the Dark Alliance, including information on the King's capital Gromheim, the cities, the kingdoms of Oseberia, Leften, Thermalia, Radford, Sevenfolia, the archipelagic nation (Sasanami) and blood, is spoken.

"... the supply of blood disputed by the war is going well"

"When there's a dispute in the near field, it's still comparatively easy. Blood banks will last thousands of years."

A blood bank is one blessing of the bloodsucking god Lugnado.

It's about a demonic prop room surrounded by vitreous prepared in the basement of the Great Grave of the Blood Court.

There is a sea of fresh blood in that special large room.

It was also a vampire's free blood vault, a blood lab.

But this vault of blood is also problematic.

Because there is a chance that out of hand chemicals will emerge from here.

It is also because of the overlap between the divinity of Lugnado, the magic of the land, and the magic gathering that transforms it into a labyrinth.

Farmilia herself would be a good battle workout. and triumphs every time in a light-hearted tone, but for the following junior vampires, the only thing that emerged from the sea of blood was fear.

"Yes, but the lab of blood on Mount Larrabein has been crushed by alchemists..."

"Was that old facility still operational? Hoffman, you must have been familiar with Larrabein."

Farmilia turned her gaze to Hoffman.

Hoffman nods respectfully and moves his teasing mouth.

"Larrabein's facility was raided by black-haired Makoto and his men. Toys is safe. Seems to have consumed quite a bit of blood in battle, but successfully repelled. Looks like the other guy insulted people and got away with it. In addition, the facility has been destroyed, so we have now moved the blood laboratory to a village in the east."

When the empress heard the report gave a frustrated look like she bit her back teeth, she narrowed her eyeballs.

Hoffman scratched a cold sweat.

"Yes... Alnard, go on"

"... Yes, the remains of the moon are still the greatest force in Pernette's dark society. The Director General's spears may suddenly disappear to disappear, making it very difficult to grasp behavioral patterns. Finally, the time is approaching for the annual underground auction in that pernate"

"Enough of the last of those obvious things, will you give me the next report, Sir Lunce?

That's a boring answer. And I thought about it, Pharmilia.

She shifts her gaze from Arnad to Lunce, who has many wrinkles in the face of the same.

"Yes......"

Sir Lunce opens his mouth.

"Distribution, failed to pursue contraindicated Veronica. Three of my men and many of my men were killed..."

"Sir Lunce, that's painful... but that's what I've been telling you about the existence of Spears and Black Cats on the contraindication side for a long time?

Farmiglia blames Lunce for strengthening her tone with a glance.

As the Empress tells us, I know about spears.

In addition to reports from Alnard's squire leaders, he actually made several observations while hiding.

Naturally, that is only a little bit conveyed as information to Lugnado, the bloodsucking god of the demonic world.

Lugnado, the bloodsucking god of the demonic world, had also begun to pay attention to spear men called to have their own blood rule.

An unknown spear man who fell out without knowing the rule of his own blood that he did not remember.

Explode unknown emotions that have created interest, anger, and various grids. Lugnado, the bloodsucking god of the demonic world, had put up a fight against Zansyin, king of desire, Noctor, mocking Vermina and Meriady, and cutting the roots of Culha, throwing it at Racines Levioda, king of destruction, to clear his depression.

The result is the birth of an unknown family of botanicals into the land of the demonic kingdom, a cut that creates a new faith into the demonic kingdom.

"... you're right, this, Lunce, is the biggest failure..."

Sir Lunce speaks with an ugly distortion of his wrinkly expression.

I don't usually think of myself as an elder with an old-fashioned look.

Repentance was on the table.

"... tell me, I helped you too"

Says < lead squire > sitting next to Sir Lunce.

He is Hoffman Lavalle Valmask.

A vampire who became the lead squire instead of Slotto.

He murdered Cypher and Sinyun.

It was elected because it was also the most powerful sign of the time of the loss of Slotto.

The fact is contraindicated and scorned. Veronica doesn't know either.

"As a result of the Dark Alliance Triple Wars, we should be sharing information about the contraindications that led us to become Chaos Spears' men...... has Sir Lunce lost his blood?

Alnard, with dark hair resembling seagrass, talks with ridicule.

The men who stand behind him also naturally look at Sir Lunce with cold eyes.

Figoran, Arg, Elise.

Figoran and Elise had successfully carried out reconnaissance activities in Pernette and had achieved results.

"... there was information that he disappeared. So I gave you permission to raid."

Hoffman who listened to Sir Lunce. Move your cheeks tightly and make a bad decision about the timing on too awkward an excuse.

Suddenly, as I narrowed my eyes to ridicule,

"While that spear man is one who emits his own smell of blood, he did not know that he would lead our Valmasque family into hostilities with the mighty who butcher the forces of light Church knights, their unknown..."

Squeeze like a fool.

"... you seem to have forgotten that we are prosperity because we were walkers in the shadows. Sir Lunce."

Following Hoffman, Arnald also continues his spicy words to Lunce.

Lunce has been too bound by the code these days.

It may be the fate of a vampire late in time, but he is too adamant about the code to realize that it has grown and become a dignified attitude.

And, Arnald thinks.

It was a math to use this opportunity to slap Lunce thoroughly.

"I have nothing to say"

Lunce takes Arnad's reprimand to make his face ugly and distorted, but he was quickly regaining his sober face.

Alnard turns his face to Empress Farmilia.

"… Empress, what will you do with Lunce for this failure and danger?

"Alnard, stop hitting me hard. Sir Lunce would have learned that too, wouldn't he?

Farmilia turns the look that was floating earlier.

He had created a calm expression that made him feel the sea of spring, a smile like a flower blooming.

But beautiful eyes are burning bright red and bloody magic is erupting from his back.

It's a thick blood magic that shivers and frightens the atmosphere around her.

The Empress's blood magic was so powerful that the actual blood seemed to pour from her shoulders and head.

"... Yes"

Lunce replies with a sense of fear to Empress Farmiglia.

It pissed off the Empress.

But I'm not giving up. I'm not giving up... but it's time for sedation. Fortunately, the time is endless, as is the contraindication of the target.

Let's all have a chance.

It's too late to get back together.

Where I have numbered, I will also go out myself ready for immortality.

Contraindicated, I will punish you with a spear that has shamed me.

Lunce was thinking about that as he sharpened his gaze.

Meanwhile. The empress Farmilia, who was staring at the condition with bright red eyes, was also thinking about the spear use of the suspension.

Of course, there is no hostility to the Empress.

It's a thought of her own wisdom trying to make things easier.

When the Empress, with her eyes back to the original blue eye, takes the seat of the Council of Elders and unilaterally declares the closing of the meeting, "This concludes the meeting," she heads toward the vitreous wall that is peering into the sea of blood.

Farmiglia looks out at the sea of blood with her hands on the vitreous walls of a special room, a vault of blood.

Blood vaults, indoors in the Blood Bank, are the sight of a wave of blood that makes you feel the sea.

Pharmilia turns the blue eye into a bloody color.

Then a sea of blood burst out that was quiet.

It's like a conscious move where you felt the presence of Empress Farmiglia over the vitreous.

The wave of blood tries to get into her, turning it into a rough wave to the transparent vitreous wall and pushing it.

The sea of blood, turned into a roaring rough wave, bites the walls of the vitreous and, with tremendous momentum twice, three times, repeatedly clashes against the walls of the vitreous.

The colliding and bouncing blood had become fog and disappeared.

The walls of the vitreous are thick, but whenever blood collides, the sound of the air echoes in the ears of Empress Farmiglia like a jean and a bug.

The spear man who left the Church Knight of the Forces of Light and his important partner, the Black Cat, are wonderful.

Looking at the sea of blood...... an empress who makes spears solicit thoughts.

I don't know if he's coming to Wang Capital, especially if I want to see the black eyes closer that make me feel that night, but maybe you can't.

Because the pernate is close to the sea of Benlac, inhabited by the ancient werewolves after a long distance......

Truth is, it's a lot of difficulty to single out someone who might be useful.

Plus, it's hard to put out every flame that flies in the tree ocean, including the Wanderers in Halselma... it's a big risk in every sense.

During this time, he was also found by vampire hunters and ancient werewolves on his way home from Pernate.

And, Farmilia was thinking.