851 Side Story: Viscount Carendia (2/2)
In the church square, a cross had been established, and a mature, beautiful golden-haired lady was tied to it.
”Mom! Mom!” Despite the restraint of a few knight squires, Edward struggled to move toward the cross, with tears and panic all over his face.
With the Saint Badge of Truth in his hands, the bishop drew a cross on his chest and pointed at the golden-haired lady. ”She is a noble, but she is corrupted by the darkness and degenerated into a vampire's servant, trying to turn the Lord's lambs into the vampire's food.”
The golden-haired lady seemed to have lost her soul. She stared at the bishop without saying a word, but Edward refuted in a loud voice, ”No! No! My mother never hurt anyone!”
The bishop completely ignored Edward and continued, ”You are evil and filthy, but the Lord is merciful and benevolent. Purge is His grace and your path to paradise. Let me ask you. Would you like to repent and kneel before the Lord's feet again?”
”If… If I repent, will Edward be pardoned? He's just a child. He knows nothing!” The golden-haired lady seemed back to life all of a sudden.
The bishop kept drawing the cross. ”The Lord is the fairest of all. As long as Edward survives the fire, it will prove his innocence.”
The golden-haired lady laughed miserably. ”Hahaha. Then, let me answer you. I would rather fumble in hell than lose myself in paradise!”
”Sinner, go to hell and repent there.” Coldly, the bishop let out a holy light and ignited the stand.
”No!” Edward cried earsplittingly. He seemed to see the gentle eyes that were looking at him through the burning fire.
After a long time, Edward passed out in tears. Suddenly, a voice echoed next to his ears, ”Sorry that I was late.”
Edward tried to open his eyes. He saw the man who caused his mother to be burnt. He gnashed his teeth and snapped, ”It was all your fault! If it weren't for you, my mother wouldn't have been burnt at all!”
”I'm sorry. I was late.” Viscount Carendia looked as gloomy as a mountain that just had an avalanche.
”You were late?” Edward said with a sneer that was beyond his age. ”What a perfect reason!”
Then, he spat out, one word after another, ”You murdered my mother!”
Viscount Carendia sighed. ”Whatever you say, I will take good care of you.”
He lowered his head and approached Edward's neck, his four teeth suddenly grew. ”From today on, you will be Viscount Carendia.”
Sting came from his neck, and Edward's face was numbed, but his eyes were still full of sparks of hate.
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The chilly and dreamy silver moon hung high in the sky, creating silver ripples on the lake that was as smooth as a mirror.
Golden-haired and golden-eyed, Viscount Carendia stood before the window with a cup of wine in his hand, appreciating the view.
”My lord, do you remember your past again?” Nied, his old butler, walked in from the outside.
Viscount Carendia nodded expressionlessly. ”You can never forget hate.”
The old butler did not know what to say. He could only speak from a practical point of view. ”My lord, you are just a grand knight, and the old viscount is close to a level-eight radiant knight.”
”What's to be scared of if even death cannot intimidate you?” The handsome and muscular Viscount Carendia suddenly smiled. ”Such an irresponsible man will be killed sooner or later. In the meantime, I will practice myself to be a radiant knight sooner.”
”However, as his descendant, you cannot resist him at all when you are facing him,” Nied said again.
Viscount Carendia sighed and did not pursue the topic. He turned around and went into a secret chamber. Looking at the silver-haired and silver-eyed man in the painting, he said, ”Grandpa, although I haven't seen you much, I can sense your love. I hope that I can follow you and receive your instructions…”
After his ”prayer”, Viscount Carendia's eyes suddenly focused, because he saw another cup on the table. Thick red fluids were floating inside, and countless illusionary symbols were drifting up and down inside.
”What's this?” he asked in shock.
Nied's eyes almost popped out. ”This… This is the Origin of Blood of the first-generation vampires. Was… Was the old earl here?”
”Grandpa?” Viscount Carendia looked around, only to find nothing, but he soon burst into laughter. ”As long as I melt this blood, I will no longer be scared of the bloodline suppression from that man.”
The old butler said helplessly, ”The old earl hasn't changed his hobby and habit one bit. How can such a tragedy be fun?”
”Camoray Cuke, did you notice anything?” Viscount Carendia asked.
A dull noise hummed, leading the whole castle to shake. ”No. It's just that… my nose is itchy. Achiu!”
It sneezed so heavily that the window glass was all ringing.
After a brief silence, Viscount Carendia said half-teasingly, ”The greatest impression that grandpa has left on me is that he likes to observe everything in secret. He's like a voyeur.”
”Achiu!”
Somebody on the mountain far away suddenly sneezed hard.