The Original Vampire

The next morning, when Colin took Vera into the dining room, he saw that the Duke of St. Hilde was already having breakfast.

Next to him, there is also the Dawn Bachelor.

"Lord Duke!"

"Father!"

"Well, sit down."

The two took their seats according to their words, and the half-elf maid Cathy immediately presented the breakfast that had been prepared.

Chargrilled steak, fried eggs, chickpeas, creamy strawberries, and milk and wine.

No one talked during the entire meal, only the clanging sound of the knife and fork colliding with the plate.

After breakfast, Duke St. Hilde said, "Colin, go and prepare for the wedding. Bachelor of Dawn happens to be there, so you can help me. Vera, you accompany me for a walk."

"Yes." Colin gave Vera a reassuring look, then got up and left the restaurant with Bachelor Dawn.

Vera looked down at the silver candlestick on the dining table and did not speak.

A trace of embarrassment circulated between the father and daughter.

After a long time, it was Duke St. Hilde who spoke first:

"I heard that Charles was unfortunately killed in the battle of the expedition to the Troll Empire?"

"Yes." Vera nodded, her eyes saddened.

The Duke of St. Hilde was silent for a moment, then said with a blank face: "Where is he buried now?"

"Buried in the cemetery of the Angele family army."

"Take me to see."

"it is good."

Vera immediately got up and led Duke St. Hilde out.

The cemetery is not far behind the Red Fort. People in this world are not too taboo about the cemetery. They even think that it is the closest place to the kingdom of heaven, and they can feel the breath of the Lord of Glory.

Therefore, the surrounding of the cemetery is not remote, nor does it have that eerie feeling.

Charles is buried in the most prominent position in the first row of the cemetery.

His full name was engraved on the epitaph, as well as a sentence written by Colin himself—

"He rests here a Saint Hilde who lived and died for the North."

The Duke of St. Hilde looked down at Charles' tombstone and was speechless for a long time.

The breeze blew a few swirling petals, like dancing butterflies, over the tomb of Charles.

The father and daughter, who were silently mourning, did not know that what was buried in the tomb was just an empty coffin.

After a long time, Duke St. Hilde raised his head and looked at Vera beside him.

Of course, he had already felt that Vera was estranged from him now, and he could probably guess where the estrangement came from.

"You hate me." Duke St. Hilde said lightly, using a declarative sentence.

Vera was still immersed in the pain of mourning her brother, she sniffed when she heard the words, but did not speak.

"Do you resent me for marrying you to Silvermoon City before?"

Vera shook her head. After a moment of silence, she finally asked, "The Savoy family tried to assassinate me in Silvermoon City. Was this your order?"

"No." Duke St. Hilde said categorically, "That was the conspiracy of the St. Theon family."

But immediately, Duke Saint Hilde continued: "However, the Savoy family has secretly contacted me, so I know about this conspiracy."

Vera's eyes widened, not knowing whether she was shocked by Duke St. Hilde's sincerity, or sighed that her doubts had finally been answered.

"Then you didn't stop it?" For a while, she was a little afraid to face the real answer, perhaps she would rather hear a lie from the Duke's mouth.

"No." The proud Duke seemed disdainful of lying to his daughter, "Because, I also need you to die in Silvermoon City!"

Two lines of clear tears fell from Vera's eyes, and the girl's face instantly became extremely pale, her lips trembled, but she couldn't say anything.

Duke St. Hilde continued with a blank expression: "Don't hate me, this is the fate of our St. Hilde."

He pointed to Charles' epitaph with a deep tone: "Born for the North, and died for the North, this is a responsibility and obligation that dissolves in our blood, and you can't escape it."

Vera cried and shook her head: "No, it shouldn't be like this."

"Why not?" Saint Hilde looked solemn, "You enjoy the worship of the people in the north, you live a life of fine clothes and food, you accept the glory that Saint Hilde's ancestors have exchanged for their lives, and you are not a crowd all the time. The focus, these things, do you really think that there is no price?"

"I am willing to undertake the obligations as a Saint Hilde, but this does not mean that you can use me as a tool to maintain your rule in the North!"

"Ruling the North?" Duke St. Hilde suddenly laughed, "Vera, the mission of our St. Hilde family is to protect the North, not rule the North!"

Before Vera could answer, Duke St. Hilde lifted his shirt.

A ferocious wound stretched from his left shoulder to his right crotch, and even through this unhealable wound, the internal wriggling organs and golden blood could be clearly seen.

The wounds were covered with various cross spells, but such holy power could only barely keep the wounds from getting worse.

"Did you see it? This is the price I paid." Duke St. Hilde's face was sinking. "Five years ago, when the troll emperor Murdoff invited me to a duel, did I shrink back? Last year, when the paladin When Prince Otto killed Winterfell, did I flee?

My life can be abandoned at any time to protect the North!

You, Charles, Garcia...all Saint Hilde, too! "

Perhaps frightened by the terrifying scene in front of her, Vera opened her mouth wide and was speechless for a while.

After Duke St. Hilde put on her shirt again, she slowly shook her head and said firmly: "I don't deny your contribution to the North, but you will never be able to get my understanding for what you did."

"I don't need your forgiveness." Duke St. Hilde said coldly, "Perhaps the Lord of the North represents supreme authority and glory in your eyes, but what it needs to bear is not to sit in this position in person. , will never understand.

Of course, I hope you can all live a peaceful and happy life, but unfortunately, since you were born in the Saint Hilde family, you must be ready to give everything, even your life, to it at any time. "

Vera gently wiped away the tears on her face, and seemed to have finally regained her composure.

It's just that the indifference in her eyes is more intense: "When you sacrifice your life for the North, it is sacrifice, but when you use authority or conspiracy to force others to sacrifice their lives for the North, it is sacrifice!

No matter what reason you have, you can no longer touch my heart.

This is my last sincere call to you—father.

I have no authority and no ability to rule against you.

But the all-powerful Lord of Glory will finally give a fair judgment to your actions! "

After saying this, Vera left floating, as if she didn't want to stay with her adoptive father for another second.

The Duke of St. Hilde stood alone in front of Charles' tombstone for a long time, and finally sighed and said quietly:

"Do you hate me that much too?"

Of course there was no answer to this question, only the gentle spring breeze blew past, taking the Duke's murmurs somewhere.