139 – Platinum and Sunflowers – (complete)

“… ….”

A dim room where not a single light leaks in.

The man who was sitting alone pulled out a black blade from his waist.

Sure.

Slowly, he reached out his other hand and placed his fingers on the sharp blade in front of his eyes.

Blood water slowly flowing down with a tingling sensation. A smile appeared on the lips of the pale man who was silently watching the dripping teeth.

With the dagger he was holding, he made another cut towards his wrist. Then the pouring blood formed a river and soon overflowed into the bowl and began pouring onto the floor.

This sensation of blood draining from the body. A sense of confusion and a pleasure that are inversely proportional. Could never quit

The moment I was quivering like that, I was quenching my desire.

Kikik.

The sound of a door opening.

“Should I sleep again? Why don’t you stop It smells bloody and disgusts me.”

It was a few minutes later that a voice mixed with a bit of contempt was heard.

The man sighed and turned to his chair.

Then, before he knew it, a woman in black clothes approached and stood there. She was a beautiful and seductive beauty, but on the other hand, she did not hesitate to reveal her sharp and eerie eyes.

“It’s just draining the accumulated blood from the day. It is a daily routine that cannot be helped in order to live.”

“Doesn’t that sound pretty good for you?”

“Yes, I like it.”

“Anyway, I feel bad.”

Her dark-haired woman perched nicely at her table and snapped her fingers.

She then turned on a strange lamp hanging in the center of the room that had no light, and the surroundings became bright in an instant.

It was only then that the geometric patterns and patterns engraved on the walls caught my eye.

The man squinted her eyes, as if he wasn’t used to the light, but the woman didn’t care.

“Wow. It’s terribly tasteless.”

As if she had put something she couldn’t eat into her mouth, she stretched out her spittle and stirred her hands.

Ignoring the woman’s reaction, the man poured his own blood into his cup. And he takes a sip.

The woman said with a sad expression on her face.

“Your species are so amazing. Can you live on something like this?”

“On the contrary, it is more amazing for me to live without eating these things.”

“hahahaha. Is that so?”

A pale-faced man met her eyes as the woman giggled and moved her breasts up and down.

A face like that of a corpse, with no blood on it.

He brought up a story.

“Enough of greetings here, now let’s get to the main topic.”

“Already? It’s bland, really.”

“Arwen, why did you call me?”

He asked Arwen, the woman in front of him.

Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption. The oldest apostle in the church and a strong man with more power than anyone else.

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It was not unusual for her to call her. The last time she came face-to-face with Arwen was before her founding day, so it’s been almost a year.

Arwen answered calmly.

“It’s a countermeasure meeting.”

“Are you saying that a countermeasure meeting is held only after two apostles die? Furthermore.”

He looked around.

But there were only Arwen and himself in the room.

“Speaking of a countermeasure meeting, isn’t it correct to call all the other apostles?”

“That’s true, too, but everyone has business.”

“The Arrogant Apostle you love so much?”

“Cleta will not be attending. The situation is very unstable right now.”

“Unstable…… ?”

“It’s not that Cleta is unstable…… Hmmm, as expected, the expression that the foreign demon dwelling in her body is rampaging is probably correct. Cleta is the best as an apostle, but as a body she is not a spirit. In that sense, Raham did something in vain.”

“Hmm.”

I tilted my head with my chin resting.

It was a rather difficult story for him.

“So!”

Clapping his hands, Arwen changed the subject.

“Kasimir, is your plan going well?”

“Well, that’s okay.”

The apostle of blood, Kazimir, shrugged his shoulders at Arwen’s question.

“Elven has taken control of the southern part of Dell, and she is steadily increasing her bloodlines in her home base, Glacial Cliff. In a sense, Edwin and Aranion did a great job.”

Vampires are one of the worst negativity in this world, along with extradimensional beings.

An association of vampires, commonly referred to as blood relatives, was in the process of expanding its reach from the heart of the empire.

As its chieftain, Kazimir sought the overthrow of the Empire through various deceptions. He was the one who immediately enlisted Edwin, the chairman of the Senate Council, and the one who promoted the deal with Aranion was also credited with Kazimir, the apostle of fresh blood.

In this way, the clans have exercised their influence by hiding in the shadows of the Empire.

“Well, although I got into trouble because of someone.”

“Ha ha ha. It’s a thing of the past. Let’s forget everything and move on.”

“Even if they didn’t eat Edwin, it would have helped us a lot.”

“But that old elf didn’t have a head. More than anything, you tried to kill my toy. Even for the sake of the oath, Iscobal should have survived at that time.”

“Ha ha.”

When I interrogated Arwen, she grinned mischievously and flicked her tongue.

Since Kazimir and Arwen had been in the position of apostles since time immemorial, the relationship between the two should have been special. That’s why, unlike the other apostles, I can have a friendly conversation like this.

“You know Atral is dead, right?”

“Yes.”

“Phaedras is dead too. And that, in fact, to the same person.”

Arwen’s expression has completely changed.

It was not difficult for Kazimir to guess that the story that would follow from now on would be unusual.

“Now there are four apostles left. You, me, and Cleta. Finally.”

“You mean Seneca.”

“Yes. Seneca is there.”

Arwen gestured before she could finish her words, and the sepia on her ceiling swelled up and spat out a small woman from her mouth.

“Kuk, heuk.”

A woman who fell in the middle of the table, Seneca, the apostle of lust, made her cough.

Both of her arms had already been regenerated.

“Long time no see, Seneca.”

“…… Uh huh that, that’s right Kazimir.”

He raised her glass and quenched her throat with blood.

Kazimir let out a long breath and looked at Arwen.

“Fortunately, Seneca survived. So what do you want to do?”

“It’s time to feel her sense of crisis. It’s Atral, he was an idiot who deserved the name of an apostle of justice, so it wouldn’t be strange if he died at any time…… , Not Pedras. Losing that child is, of course, a painful blow to us.”

“Did you think so of Phaedras? The relationship between you and her didn’t look very special.”

“Sure, you bastard. Not cooperative, only looking after my own interests. But he was a strong ally.”

“Definitely.”

Phaedras, the Apostle of the Abyss. He was a man with elaborate plans and the power to carry them out. Because he regretted that his acting ability was somewhat lacking, he attached Seneca to assist him.

But what about the result? Phaedras lost his life, and the originally planned overthrow of the spirit world did not happen.

Above all.

“Irn made a contract with the Spirit King.”

“…… What.”

“Really. If anything, even Seneca can vouch for it.”

Seeing Seneca, she shook her head up and down her face with her rigid face.

Kasimir let out a blank laugh.

Hey, Balug, the progenitor of Eirn. He was the first Elementalist. It is not strange at all that Lynthia Ayren, who has received his blood, can make a contract with the Spirit King.

“The worst imaginable situation has happened.”

“Yes. Even the Archmage, the one we should be most wary of, is targeting us. Me to be exact.”

“Saira, Liantour.”

“Right. That magician is a real mad monster.”

Arwen’s lower eyelids began to tremble.

She is also a mighty apostle, but she cannot guarantee victory against the monster of Liantur. That’s why Fedras’s plan, which was able to catch the Archmage’s ankles, was important…….

“Are you saying everything got screwed up after all?”

“Yes.”

“What was the problem? On the surface, there were no variables.”

“Iscobal is the problem. He is involved in everything.”

“But isn’t he bound by an oath?”

“Right. That’s why it’s more irritating.”

Arwen caressed Sepia, who had shrunk to the size of a puppy, not hiding her displeasure.

Kasimir, who emptied his glass while looking at the sepia, stood up from his seat.

“So, what should I do?”

“Let’s cooperate with each other. I can no longer pursue my own interests.”

“…… Hmm.”

“The situation is the situation.”

The apostles who competed to monopolize the power of the foreign press cooperate with each other.

It was a surprising proposal even for Kazimir.

But it is also true that there is no other way to take it in the current situation. Kazimir leaned forward to listen.

Arwen continued her words with a smile as if satisfied with his reaction.

“Kasimir, you will need an asymmetric force like Cleta and me, and you will also need destructive power to kill Ayren with the Spirit King on his back.”

“Well, that’s right.”

“We can provide that. I can take charge of the Archmage. Even if you can’t kill it, you can quench the time. Cleta should be able to deal with Iscobal and other guardian knights and soldiers. Finally, the spirit king.”

Arwen reached out and grabbed Seneca by the nape of his neck, who was still snatching at him.

“We have an apostle of bombs, right?”

“Well, I am not an apostle of bombs. Lust…….”

“Noisy.”

“Heh, hehehe.”

At Arwen’s words, Seneca shook his head and rolled up his tail.

Kazimir raised one eyebrow as he listened to her story.

“Then what does Arwen want from me?”

“What is it?”

Arwen smiled brightly.

“The head count. The overwhelming number of the four clans. That’s all.”

As expected, Kazimir also slightly raised the corner of her mouth.