[Story 9]
[Rodel Extra Story]
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The ancient sleeping dark castle, medieval style and sculptures, roses entwining the huge corridor under the moon, and the expressions of the fallen angels are calm and cold.
In the mysterious and exquisite coffin, the blood race sleeps peacefully.
The cursed race who rebelled against the gods was deprived of the right to touch the sun, their warm emotions were taken away, and they wandered in the dark. I don't like being close to people, I don't like living in groups, I'm only used to being alone, and I will live forever in loneliness.
A powerful, cursed race.
I don't know when life starts, and I don't know when it will end.
If there is no emotional ups and downs, no feeling, then a long life is meaningless.
But can't die.
The sterling silver cross stood behind the coffin. It was clearly a deadly weapon that could harm the blood race. The young king looked at it silently, but he couldn't feel the kind of fear that the blood race had innately towards the sterling silver cross.
Even the blood of the holy unicorn only makes people feel uncomfortable when they take it in, and it doesn't startle any waves except to fill their hunger.
He lowered his slender eyelashes, silently.
until one day.
Spiritual consciousness has always been vaguely covering the castle, it is the super perception from the king, but he has not deliberately paid attention to it until that night when it seemed that there was no difference—
A low voice "Adult".
Cold anger suddenly rose from the depths of his consciousness, almost burning the calm and ruthless brain of the blood race. The young blood race opened his wine-red eyes, raised his hand silently, and clasped the edge of the coffin with his pale and slender fingers.
He stood up slowly, looking calm.
However, the anger did not abate in the slightest.
Not rage, but a cold, indifferent, extremely unhappy emotion.
He stood before the cross and closed his eyes.
Even if coercion has never been deliberately exerted, the nobility of blood is enough to make ordinary nobles tremble. When the king's consciousness carries anger, the vampires in the distance knelt down one by one, dripping with cold sweat.
The young king looked calm.
— "You can only call me 'Sir'."
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In the space of the Lord God.
"Send it."
As the lingering sound of these words drifted away, the girl's figure gradually disappeared and left the space.
After a while, the trembling voice of the system sounded again: "Lord God... Lord God..."
There was no one in the space, and there was no voice to answer, but the system's voice trembled even more: "It's my fault, I didn't protect the host well..."
Still no one spoke.
Although the main god didn't appear, the system seemed to be able to imagine the young man's indifferent appearance with downcast eyes.
It dare not speak.
At that time, it originally planned to help the host avoid the fate of being sucked by blood in another way.
However, even it didn't expect that just a casual address would wake up the sleeping god.
The host has always called the main god an adult.
But... In fact, anyone who calls the Lord God is an adult...
The system feels aggrieved.
It's really overestimated—overestimated the main god's ability to bear the host's contact with others...
Not even the same name is allowed.
Thinking of the things Lord God is busy with recently, the system fell silent for a while.
It is said that the old lord god created himself to help the host attack the lord god, but now he thinks, how unreliable.
Does this person still need a strategy...
The system vicissitudes of life silently.