Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 32 Little Sister?
There is a problem.

What would it feel like to watch Kayako climb down the stairs on fast forward?
At this moment, Thales must have been answering carefully, tears streaming down his face:

That's exactly how I feel!
Because behind him, the vengeful ghosts, mummies, and monsters ("Whatever they are! Does it matter?" - Thales, still shaken afterward) were crawling towards him on all fours, dragging their mutilated and charred bodies, with incredible speed and eeriness!

What the hell!

Thales was completely terrified; he didn't even think about questions like, "Does this creature have any sense? Can it speak? Can it communicate? Can it 'talk it out' without fighting?"

At this very moment, Thales, who was running for his life in the small room, could even feel the tears welling up in his eyes and spraying out uncontrollably!

But Thales soon regretted his decision.

There was no other reason than that monstrous, desiccated corpse was far faster than Thales!
With a roar, it leaped and pounced on Thales from behind!
"Thump!" Thales rolled and fell to the ground along with the mummified corpse.

The extraordinary experiences he had had over the past two days seemed to have taken effect. Thales instinctively pulled out the JC dagger and stabbed at the dried corpse with trembling hands!

Poke it hard into the mummified corpse's heart—if it even has one—the spot!
But Thales was horrified to discover that the mummified corpse, pierced by the dagger, was completely unaffected, straddling his body and opening its terrifying black maw toward his neck, revealing equally charred, irregular sharp teeth!
Was it because he was too scared that his hand trembled and he didn't stab at all? Thales felt the weight pressing down on him (strange, it wasn't heavy?), and thought in fear.

But it was too late for him to regret it.

"Hey!"

With a dull thud like leather being pierced, Thales felt in despair that the mummified corpse had bitten through his neck.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Thales opened his mouth in agony, but due to exhaustion, he could only let out a hoarse groan.

Under pressure, all the blood in Thales' body rushed to the ruptured artery.

"It's over," Thales thought in despair.

Those who commit murder must be prepared to be killed themselves.

He remembered those words, and he remembered Quaid clutching his neck, dying unwillingly.

Thales gave a bitter laugh to himself.

It's retribution.

Strangely, the blood that should have gushed out flowed quietly and orderly—

It surged into the mouth of the mummified corpse?
Thales, whose neck was being bitten, glimpsed in horror that the mummified corpse was like a water pipe being squeezed by irregular water pressure, with each part of the body, from the "mouth" to the neck, chest cavity, and abdomen, constantly pulsating between slight expansion and contraction.

Like a thirsty traveler, frantically sipping the sweet spring water.

The mummified corpse seemed to be—drinking blood?

Within seconds, as blood loss increased, Thales' physical consciousness began to numb, but his mental consciousness became increasingly clear!
Everything in his mind was so clear that it reappeared before his eyes!
"Wu Qiren, someone as afraid of ghosts as you, what would you do if you actually encountered one?"

"Can you please not bring this up? I watched 'Ju-on' the night before last, and I'm still too scared to go up the stairs by myself after dark!"

"Don't be afraid! If you really encounter one, bite it, bite its neck! Especially if it's one without a neck or with its head severed—"

"You're crazy! Stop! Stop!"

"To suddenly appear when you're tired of writing your paper and looking up to relax—"

Enraged, Wu Qiren stepped forward and, in his most familiar way, shut the man up.

Then, amidst the sweetness in his mouth, he caught a glimpse of her smiling eyes.

Long eyelashes and bright eyes.

What a cunning and treacherous fellow! Wu Qiren closed his eyes in resentment and continued to peck at his spoils.

Or, should we offer tribute to the true victor?

Another memory entered Thales' mind, but this memory seemed to be different. After entering his memory bank, it did not sleep peacefully with its kind. Instead, it instantly spread, grew, and vibrated, abruptly pushing Thales, who was completely immersed in his past life's memories, out of this illusory consciousness!

Thales' eyes snapped open!

In that instant, he seemed to suddenly have strength.

The mummified corpse was still desperately sucking blood, seemingly determined not to stop until it was completely drained.

Until the seven-year-old boy's hand decisively and forcefully grabbed its shoulders and neck!
"What if we really run into each other?"

Thales gritted his teeth, clung to the mummified corpse, and with his last remaining strength, desperately tried to lift his head.

"Just bite it."

He opened his mouth, revealing his tiny teeth.

"Bite at the neck!"

He acted like a mindless creature.

It bit down hard on the mummified corpse's neck!

Like two lovers kissing, necks intertwined.

Time seemed to stand still again, until a "crack" sound rang out out of nowhere!
The charred, dried-up corpse's neck didn't seem as tough as expected; Thales actually managed to bite off a chunk of it!
In a fit of rage, Thales chewed a piece of "meat" of unknown texture twice and swallowed it!
An inappropriate remark suddenly flashed through Thales' mind.

Chicken flavor, crunchy.

Then, he continued to frantically and eagerly bite into the "wounds" of the mummified corpse.

Just like the vampires of the Tuval family.

Until a salty, fishy liquid suddenly gushed into Thales' mouth.

The crimson liquid flowed into Thales' throat as he sucked it in recklessly.

Just as his own blood—flowing rapidly into the mummified corpse as if pumped—was also rapidly absorbed by him from the mummified corpse's salty, fishy liquid!

But the mummified corpse seemed to lack reason and be completely unaware, just like Thales, who was insane and had a blank mind.

However, just a few seconds later.

He and the charred, rotten corpse shuddered together!
"Ho-"

Immediately afterwards, the mummified corpse seemed to tremble, suddenly released its blood-drinking mouth, let out a shrill scream, and violently pushed Thales away!
After being pushed away, Thales was stunned for two seconds in a state of shock, then immediately reached out and touched the wound on his carotid artery!
Strangely, the neck, which should have been covered in blood, showed no signs of bleeding. There were only two warm, numb, and sticky small cuts at the wound site.

In the dimly lit room, the mummified corpse seemed to have rediscovered something called "fear".

After pushing Thales away, it clutched its own bitten neck, with Thales' dagger still stuck in its chest, and limped toward the black coffin from which it had crawled out!

Thales didn't freeze. He stood up shakily from the ground and was surprised to find that his strength, which had been almost completely depleted, had recovered somewhat.

It's the taste in my mouth—ugh, it's disgusting.

Wait, what's with that mummified corpse?

Despite the countless questions that arose in his mind, he did not hesitate to pounce on the fleeing, mummified corpse!

Feng Shui turns.

We have a set of accounts.

Thales roared, reached out, and barely managed to pull it down.

The mummified corpse that had rolled to the ground did not stop. Before Thales could communicate with it again with its teeth, it made an astonishing leap, jumping to an exaggerated height, grabbing the edge of the black coffin, and flipping itself inside in an awkward posture.

Thales, who was holding onto one of its legs, fell into the huge black sarcophagus along with it.

"thump!"

Thales felt as if he had fallen into a pool of water, the warm, moist liquid washing over his entire body.

This taste?

Fishy and salty.

Is it fresh blood?

Thales held the struggling, writhing corpse tightly from behind. Before he completely lost consciousness from drowning in the "blood," Thales smiled beneath the blood.

Fortunately—he vaguely thought:
Fortunately, this guy still had a neck, and his head—wasn't broken off.

I don’t know how long it took.

Thales awoke in the black coffin that had inexplicably dried up.

Upon opening his eyes, Thales struggled to sit up, and the first thing he did was cough violently, expelling blood and water from his body.

"Cough-cough-cough-"

Thales licked a foreign object into his mouth, instantly realized what was happening, and spat it out with a nauseating spit.

He was panting again, and recovered for several tens of seconds.

Thales' right hand immediately touched his side, where it felt cold and scorched.

That mummified corpse?

Thales continued searching until he confirmed that the mummified corpse that had chased him like a dog had been broken into more than a dozen pieces and scattered inside the giant coffin.

He exhaled, expelling the nausea from his mouth.

The coffin was completely dark.

Thales continued to grope around at the bottom of the cold coffin, and found something that looked like a step. He barely managed to climb out of the tall black coffin.

This thing doesn't look like a coffin, it looks more like—a children's swimming pool? Thales thought, and he understood how that little mummified corpse had climbed out of such a tall coffin.

He finally managed to crawl out of the black coffin using both his hands and feet, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The familiar sounds of battle reached my ears, including a woman's soft shouts and the count's loud commands.

Thales, lying face down, rubbed his sore shoulder and struggled to sit up—he had no idea how the battle was going outside.

Then, Thales just raised his head.

He was stunned.

In front of him stood a person.

A little person.

To be precise, it was a small figure with long silver hair that reached her shoulders, looking pitiful as she stood in the moonlight, taking unsteady, faltering steps.

With force, take one step.

Push harder, one more step.

The small figure, taking hesitant and unsteady steps, approached Thales, who had just climbed out of the black coffin.

Until she stood up in front of him with difficulty.

She had red pupils, a pale face, delicate skin, slender limbs, and a cute face with a touch of baby fat.

But this "little man" was now looking down at Thales on the ground with a cold, condescending, and even arrogant air.

Thales stood there stunned for a long time, thinking for a long time, before finally getting up from the ground, full of doubt.

Then, he saw the other person's entire body clearly.

The other person remained silent, only staring at him coldly.

a long time.

Thales seemed to suddenly realize something. The unusual seven-year-old boy blushed for once, scratched his head, and laughed awkwardly.

"Little, little sister."

He lowered his voice somewhat ashamed, hesitated, stammered, and weakly asked:

"that."

Why?

"Not wearing any clothes?"

The little girl, who wasn't wearing any clothes, stood alone on the ground, a head shorter than the skinny seven-year-old boy.

She looked at the boy with hostility.

Thales felt embarrassed when he didn't get a response.

Fortunately, the awkward atmosphere only lasted a few seconds.

Because Thales suddenly saw it on the "little sister's" chest.

A dagger was stuck in the ground.

The blood on the dagger hadn't dried yet.

Two letters are engraved on the blade:

JC.

Thales's hand, which was scratching his head, suddenly stiffened.

The boy isn't stupid. Besides, even the villains in light novels who are supposed to be mentally challenged should have their intelligence kick in by this point.

He certainly remembered how he had just plunged the dagger into the heart of the mummified corpse.

But the "little sister," who was completely naked but showed no sign of anything amiss, continued to stare coldly at him.

She remained silent, her round little face expressionless, her blood-red pupils reflecting Thales's image.

Thales gently lowered his hand, steadied his breathing, and his gaze shifted back and forth between the adorable yet eerie little girl before him and the terrifying, vengeful, desiccated corpse from his memories.
This is really weird.

Thales took a deep breath.

The naked, red-eyed girl (dead) corpse still stared at him with that same look, like a statue.

Anyone would start to feel terrified after being stared at so eerily by something like this for so long.

Thales swallowed hard, forced a smile, and after much deliberation, swallowed back the question, "What brand of sunscreen repair cream is this?"

Now is not a good time to test the waters.

Although she may seem cute, if she is indeed that mummified corpse from before, she is unlikely to possess any rationality.

"who are you?"

A childish voice rang out from ahead.

Yes, even though the little girl's eyes didn't change.

However, the words that came out of her mouth were still relatively clear, understandable, and rational.

Compared to her previous ghostly screams, this sounded sweet, cute, and—

and many more!

Thales stared wide-eyed in astonishment as he carefully observed the extremely strange little girl with silver hair and red eyes.

She can speak.

She is rational.

She's not wearing clothes—pfft!
She can communicate!
Then, Thales' brain, which had been dormant for so long due to the shock, began to function familiarly and smoothly.

Trust me, I'm going to start writing a story where a soft, cuddly little vampire girl surrounds the protagonist, crying and begging to marry him—a classic trope! (creepy laugh)

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