Chapter 157: One hundred and twenty - s: to live is to witness oneself reaching the end of life
When the vampiress laid bare the entirety of her plot, even Malin listening on the side felt they all had to die.
The essence of blood from a hundred younglings, this represented a hundred innocent children who perished wrongfully, just for a so-called summoning ritual?
Not just this lady, not only her children, but also those who wished to perform the ritual, those who wanted to summon that damned being of Chaos, they all had to die.
"You promised me, Your Excellency, to let my children leave alive," the vampiress reached out and grabbed the hem of Constance’s pants, pleading.
In response to this plea, the elderly Bishop kicked her hand away.
"No! No! You cannot go back on your word! You swore an oath!" the vampiress screamed.
Constance then bent down, unraveled the scarf around his neck, revealing a blood-red tattoo: "Two hundred years ago, the Kingdom of Trafania fell to your vampire legions, with the then King kneeling before your Queen, begging for a chance for the younglings to survive..."
He gazed at the lady, laughed at her screaming and covering her head, her foolish attempt to escape: "Your Queen agreed, so the Trafanians gathered all their children to hand over to you, and then, before all the adults, you devoured them. Do you remember, the blood feast in the Kingdom of Trafania two centuries ago? You probably haven’t forgotten, and neither have I."