Don't confiscate my citizenship

Demon King's City, Nekalis.

Early morning.

The bitter blizzard roared through the city streets, submerging broken walls, broken limbs and pools of blood under the vast white snow.

inside the house.

The sound of heavy wind and the sound of snow seeds hitting the glass lingered in her ears.

She felt goosebumps all over her body and woke up from sleepiness.

This is the top floor of the McCarthy Palace restaurant on the Isle of Leith, where Sigre lives.

It was dark outside the room, or rather white, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Strange, why am I dreaming again."

Sigre covered her forehead, as if grasping the last trace of tranquility.

She dreamed that she was a cardinal of a church, loved by her subordinates, and had someone whom she cared about.

So after talking to the little elf sister in the afternoon, the elf kicked me out of the office, and I happily embarked on my journey.

It is indeed a dream...

"Harmful."

Sigre sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

It was obviously an ordinary leisure day, but it made her feel undesirable.

The cold was irresistible, cutting and tightening her body deeply.

It has been a long time since she was sent back to the demon world to study alone.

The war between the Horning Empire and the Allied Forces has reached a fierce stage, and the winner may be decided at any time, or even cause one of the parties to bloom like fireworks and then be quickly destroyed. Only the Demon World is the safest place for her.

Even if they really lose, the Demon Realm is the last place where the vampires will fight.

The human kingdoms in the north may fall at any time, and several orc city-states have been slaughtered by the vampires. The Land of Eternal Night has now become dangerous, and communications cannot be reached at all from the human kingdom.

Although Sigre was particularly worried, she didn’t know what was happening to the Pollante Empire.

The only thing she can do now is to become stronger as soon as possible.

In this era of nine levels, one must reach at least eight levels in order to have enough influence on the battlefield of total war sweeping the entire world. If you really want to become a decisive heroic unit, you have to become like the Fallen Lord Kaliera. Only the ninth level at the top will do.

Outside the window, the piercing siren sounded again.

She was obviously awakened by the sirens in Nekalis City just now.

On this night of raging wind and snow, the demon city of Naikalis was shrouded in a haze of panic.

The former central square of Nekalis is now empty, and the ruthless snow has buried all evidence of crime, as if the screams of these dead souls will also disappear with the wind, and no one will mourn them anymore.

The alarm sounded again, indicating that the vampire attack was coming again.

Sigre didn't know how many times this happened.

The only thing that can be known is that even the Demon King's City has become like this, and the battle ahead will only become more severe.

Don't know...if he...is still alive.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, but the ominous premonition lingered in her heart like a nightmare.

Lord Thunder lost the battle to the eighth ancestor Somerset, Lord Mist sealed the ninth ancestor Bernhard with his life, and Kaliela was severely injured by the third ancestor and is now unable to fight again in the Demon King's City in the short term.

However, in order to defend the Demon King's Castle, Kaliela went to war again without any hesitation.

Sigre seems to bring misfortune to those around her wherever she goes.

The guy who treats her better will die faster!

The despair, self-blame, and heartache that she had experienced in the snowy mountains in the past came back to life in Sigre's mind vividly.

The vampires' ruthless violence, cruel bloodlust, and innocent ridicule.

These made her body stiffen, her throat quiver with fear, and her hands were filled with strength.

However, there was a definite warmth in her left hand.

Someone protected her.

On that dark and cold night, the image of that man fighting flashed through her mind, and she really saw the sun.

"I don't want to die...you gave me life..."

Sigre hugged her head. Whether she could survive or not depended on whether she could hold on to the Demon King's City tonight.

Tonight will be the coldest and darkest night in the Demon Realm.

This is what Kaliela told her.

The Blood Tribe isolated the Land of Eternal Night, cut off the connection between the Demon Realm and the northern human countries at all costs, and attacked the Demon Realm with all their strength. They wanted to put the Demon Realm into panic and make the Demon Tribe wonder whether the human front has been defeated, and whether they can hold on to it. Reinforcements can arrive.

This protracted war must be fought to the end, and we must not give up before the last moment!

But the black shadow, his back, was already very far away.

Being left alone, she worked hard to live as usual, waiting for the day when he could come back.

Sigre opened her empty palms in front of her and let out a shaky breath.

Although I don't feel like complaining.

But looking out the window at the final blizzard coming from the sky, she vaguely felt like this——

If he really comes to the end of his rope, he will definitely come to save him.

The howling blizzard outside rattled the windows, as if a pair of invisible hands were flapping and striking, which made her hair stand on end.

What frightened her even more was the ups and downs of fighting and screams coming from a distance, each sound was like a sharp knife piercing her heart.

She didn't want any more demons to die, as she had already regarded the demons as her own race.

It was the same as the night when the Holy Land of the Moon was massacred.

In her memory, what she saw the most were the corpses of her fellow tribesmen.

Suddenly, there was a deafening loud noise, and then the ground trembled, making tableware and porcelain jingle.

Sigre raised her head in panic and found that the luxurious crystal chandelier above her head was also shaking and making a harsh creaking sound.

She didn't know what was happening, so she moved to the window tremblingly, looking out through the glass with streaks of ice.

This palace restaurant has the last barrier protection left by him. The more it is at this time, the less likely it is to run around. This is common sense.

But if even the barrier was really broken, she couldn't sit still and wait for death.

If you really can't do it, you can only give up here, jump out of the window and run away.

Outside the window, amid the heavy snowflakes flying all over the sky, the buildings on the coast around the palace restaurant seemed to be covered in silver, looking desolate in the night.

Many corpses of Demon King soldiers wearing armor were lying on the ground. The white snow soaked in blood stung Sigre's eyes.

It was too late for her to make a judgment.

"I found you, you little guy who should have been dead long ago."

A chill suddenly penetrated her thin body, as if the whisper of death sounded in her ears.

Sigre turned her head stiffly, and through her blurred eyes, she saw a figure shining with scarlet light in the darkness approaching her step by step.

Unexpectedly, the other party was already standing in the room.

The visitor had a pair of bottomless blood eyes, his gaze cutting through the chaos like a blade.

The terrifying magic power made Sigre feel like her breathing was stagnant. Her throat was almost choked by an invisible hand, and her life began to slip away bit by bit.

She has become much stronger now.

If it was a vampire count, she might still have hope of escaping from him.

But the vampire enemies who appeared here were definitely not comparable to the count.

"Ka, what's wrong with Kaliela?!"

Sigre swallowed her throat and exclaimed in disbelief.

"hehe."

The female Vampire Marquis just chuckled.

The skin around the eyes was as pale as marble, and the eyes were dotted with a strange tear mole, adding a bit of charm.

She was wearing an exquisite black dress, and her long black hair was fluttering in the wind, as if darkness had fallen, swallowing up all the light around her.

The other party's reply with laughter made Sigre's heart beat wildly in her chest, almost breaking through her chest.

Sigre opened her mouth, but found that her throat was too mute to make any sound.

No matter she wanted to resist or escape, her limbs seemed as heavy as lead and she couldn't move.

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, saw through Sigre's intention. She stretched out a pale and slender hand and easily penetrated the last remaining barrier of the palace with magic power, spreading on the ground until along the Sigre's feet climbed up her body.

Sigre felt a cold and biting force eroding her spine, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

…

On the cruise ship from the Northern Continent to the Southern Continent.

Silvery moonlight shines through the portholes on the soft carpet of the penthouse suite.

"No!!"

Sigrid woke up suddenly in the big bed and let out a short scream.

She struggled to sit up, her slender fingers gripping the silk sheets tightly, her chest heaving violently, and she gasped for air.

Sweat soaked her long, silky hair and clung to her pale forehead.

After a while, Sigrid seemed to suddenly wake up. She closed her eyes in annoyance, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm her violently beating heart.

The quiet surroundings and familiar furnishings reminded her that this was just a nightmare.

"call."

Sigrid shook her head.

The life she lives now is Sigre's dream, and the world Sigre lives in is her nightmare.

Obviously she has never seen the vampires in this world, but she only thinks they are extremely scary.

Ever since she separated from the Holy Son, she has always been summoned by this kind of dream, or it is like an endless dream.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walking barefoot to the window.

A chill came from the cold marble floor, making her shiver.

Through the window, the dark blue sea stretched as far as the eye could see at night, and the faint moonlight danced on the waves.

Occasionally, there are faint lights coming from the windows of other rooms, like fireflies floating on the sea.

Sigrid stared blankly at the quiet night outside the window, and the fear remaining in her dream finally slowly receded.

She realized she was on a luxury cruise ship, enjoying a wonderful vacation.

The nightmare was a thing of the past, and she returned to the beauty of reality.

Until a long time passed.

"Even in my dreams, I believe you will come to save me."

Sigrid did not hesitate to let her cheeks bathe in the silver moonlight and murmured confidently.