Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Violet leaned forward, happily gazing at the adorable little girl, even though Beatrice had lived much longer than her.

"What a delicate and lovely girl, Lyle, aren't you going to introduce her?"

“I am Beatrice Naslan, madam.” Beatrice answered faster than Lyle, glancing at Ralph before quickly averting her gaze.

Violet turned her head and wrapped her arms around Ralf's.

“Dear wolf, you’ve frightened her.”

"I didn't do anything." Ralph's eyes seemed to convey this meaning. He glanced at Beatrice, watched the girl suddenly shudder, and then looked away with a hint of helplessness, shifting his gaze to Kevin.

Kevin was sweating profusely until the young master couldn't take it anymore, but he didn't dare to say anything too direct.

"Mr. Anonymous, is there something strange about my face?"

“No,” the nameless man replied calmly. “But it’s interesting how you reacted to Mr. Ralph’s gaze. It was a well-intentioned gaze, yet your fate was in turmoil.”

Goodwill? I didn't feel any goodwill; I just felt like I couldn't help but confess to all the sins I committed when I was a child, like breaking a vase.

Somewhat helpless, Ralph turned his gaze again to meet the wry smile of his nephew.

"It really is me..."

"..." Ralf sighed, took off Violet's little hat, and covered his face with it. It looked a bit comical, but no one dared to laugh.

Except for Violet, who was always smiling.

Lyle leaned close to Beatrice's ear.

"Why are you so afraid of Ralph? You've never even met him before."

Beatrice glanced at the wolf being manipulated by the female sheriff before answering with lingering fear.

"Anyone would be afraid. I'm not used to people who are serious. You... Mr. Ralph's appearance is very similar to that of the scholar teacher when he's angry."

“But even academic teachers aren’t always this serious, not even when they’re teaching me,” Beatrice muttered to herself.

Just as Lyle and Beatrice were whispering to each other, Violet also whispered in Ralph's ear.

After a moment, Ralf took off his hat and, accompanied by Violet's smile, looked at Beatrice, who was sitting upright.

"Miss Beatrice..."

“You can just call me Beatrice, Mr. Ralph.”

Ralph turned and glared at Lyle, then his gaze softened as he looked at Beatrice, or rather, Ralph was trying to soften it.

"You have feelings for Lyle..."

Silence, damn silence, because it was a ghost carriage, there wasn't even the sound of the wheels being concealed.

Kevin turned to look at his friend and Beatrice. He had been to Naslan and knew the nature of their relationship.

"Yes, I won't lose to my sister, I promise you."

Kevin's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"My holy light!"

Kevin looked at his silent brother with admiration.

Violet let out a quiet cheer, her eyes gradually showing satisfaction as she looked at Beatrice.

Ralph covered his face.

“Beatles, you are Ariana’s sister…”

"Can't my sister do it?" Beatrice asked Ralph.

"..." Ralph hadn't even spoken yet.

“Sister, you can!” Violet interrupted Ralph. “Princess marriages are very common among nobles! Ralph!”

Ralph pressed his nose.

"Beatrice, you're still a vampire..."

"Why not vampires?" Even liches can! Beatrice stood up excitedly, feeling confident. "Besides, I can live without drinking blood. I've never drunk anyone else's blood!"

"..." Ralf opened his mouth.

"Beatles, when you thirst for blood, will it endanger Lyle's life?" Violet asked kindly.

"I will ensure that I do not harm Lyle's health." Indeed, she would not. Lyle's body had long since become a demon god, and his blood would never run dry. Therefore, Beatrice did not need to restrain herself and could ensure Lyle's health, because she could not bring herself to harm him.

Violet turned her head, hugged Ralf's arm tightly, and looked at him expectantly with her eyes.

"What's your opinion, darling?"

“Veer, you’ve already made up your mind, there’s no need to pretend to ask for my opinion.”

"That's what your uncle said."

Violet smiled.

Chapter 506 Flaws

Lyle and the others have left Dagonris, a town that was once shrouded in the shadow of vampires, but is now being ravaged by the holy light.

"Burn everything! Do not let a single bloodsucking demon escape! Judges! Every effort you make will be your glory, and every kill we commit will save a human from harm!"

Algernon roared on the highlands.

"Split into small teams and hunt down the fleeing Fallen Ones. Don't let any evil escape. Burn that town and castle down."

"Yes, Commander!"

The first squad of judges arrived at Drogonris just in time to see the dragon Sylvie flying overhead.

The judge, “…”

"Captain, that's a giant dragon..."

"I'm not blind."

Should we shoot it down?

The captain of the judges turned to look at the newcomer. "Do you think you can beat him? Or do you think we could beat him even if we all joined forces?"

"..."

"Our goal is to wipe out the vampires. Don't dream of becoming a dragon slayer if you don't have the strength. Glory is important, but your lives are more important."

"But……"

"No buts. If the sky falls, the legion commander will hold it up; if the legion commander can't hold it up, the angels will. You brat who hasn't even grown his beard yet, you'd better go and kill some vampires!"

"Yes……"

So the judges took up torches and began to set fire to the ruins of Drogonris.

"Captain, there are still some low-ranking blood servants who have escaped!"

"Burn them! Leave a few for our 'dragon-slaying brats' to hone their courage, so they don't end up betraying me one day."

Other judges charged directly at the castle.

Karen stood forlornly in front of the castle, gazing at the distant moon. The firelight of Drogonris lay beneath it, and the moon resembled a pancake baking on a fire.

"Who goes there!"

The judge's stern shout interrupted Kallen's distracting thoughts. The Black Knight was on high alert, and shadow magic had already surrounded Kallen.

"It's me." Karen took off her helmet, revealing messy hair, blood-stained cheeks, and eyes red from tears.

The judge who was nearby saw her face clearly and signaled to his companion that it was safe.

"It is Lady Karen Pombay, the little angel." The title of little angel had long been known throughout the Crusader Legion. A female purifier, she was very popular in the Guardian Legion, and the Inquisitors had also heard of her.

"Little angel?" The squad leader walked up. "What's the little angel doing here? Was he kidnapped? His Majesty Raphael is indeed a little brother."

"Joseph, Rosa, you two protect the little angel. I'm taking men to tear down this castle."

The squad leader stepped forward, frowned as he looked at Karen's tearful face, and asked, "Why is my little angel crying? Are you hurt?"

Joseph was a rather clever paladin. So a Holy Light spell was cast directly on Kallen.

The clever Joseph received a heavy blow from the captain; the iron gauntlet's fist struck his helmet, making a bell-like sound.

"Are you an idiot! If you encounter an injured person in a safe situation, go to the priest first! Are you planning to make the little angel cry again! You stupid fool who can't even comfort a child!"

“I’m not a child anymore.” Karen took the bandage Rosa handed her and wiped away her tears. “I’ve grown up. These tears… these tears are the price of growing up.”

The judge knights looked at each other and whispered among themselves.

"Has the little angel gone mad?"

"Where did this little angel, who's less than 1.6 meters tall, grow from?"

"Maybe it's because I have a sense of humor."

"Hey, look, is the little angel about to cry again? Is she still growing?"

"Hahaha, you're quite good at telling jokes too."

The Judge Knights are a group of wicked people who kick someone when they're down.

Karen's tears started flowing again, much to her dismay.

The squad leader got angry.

"Make her feel better, you two heartless bastards! You actually made the little angel of the Holy Light cry! Are you planning to have a wrestling match with the Guardian Legion?"

The Judgement Knights hesitated for a moment; their hands, which were usually very steady when holding their swords, now seemed somewhat lost.

"Captain, how do we comfort a little girl?"

The squad leader was taken aback. "How do you comfort your own children?"

Joseph smirked, looking proud. "I'm single, I don't have children, so I won't!"

Rosa scratched his head. "I haven't been home for a long time. My wife has been raising my daughter for the past five years. I don't know if she'll still recognize me when I go back this year."

The two judges turned their attention back to their captain, as if waiting for an experienced person to offer guidance.