958 16.4 First Red Star – Second Death

The castle hall is filled with the sound of a cold, uncaring voice. A Pureblood with the title of Duke addressed the reigning King of the night, saying, “Such disgrace…”

Duke Luther looks down on the two female earls in front of him, and it is clear in his words that he disdains and despises them. Thana Dawn and Elena Martel quake in fear at the powerful aura coming from above them. The pressure on them barely subsided when Duke Luther stepped in front of the casket holding Athan Vladimir. They exhale since their respiration had been stiffly restricted by the previous oppressive aura state.

As Luther D’Arcy kicked the coffin, it tipped over, causing the person within to startle awake.

A young man with long burgundy hair and hazy gray eyes emerges from the damaged coffin while dressed in a silver suit. Vladimir Athan was the only remaining pureblood vampire. Because of his gray irises, some noble clans of their race considered him as a descendant of their progenitor. According to history, they knew only the Progenitor of their race possessed irises that signify the moonlight. This feature is unique only to their Progenitor.

When Athan exits the coffin, there are still some burn remnants on his arm and neck from when the holy son ambushed him. He gives the person who dares to kick his coffin a glare. Athan Vladimir was going to scream at the nasty trash that damaged his casket and disturbed his repose, but when he spotted Luther D’Arcy, he decided against it.

“D-Duke D’Arcy!? Why… Did he send you here?” Athan Vladimir asked.

Duke Luther D’Arcy looked down on Athan Vladimir and responded, “You failed your hidden mission to kill Asher Light. Did you really think a human could enter the Dark Forest without his permission?”

“I… I failed… W-What should I do? I don’t… I don’t want to die.” Athan Vladimir mumbled in fear and shock.

As they overheard the exchange between the King and the Duke, Thana Dawn, and Elena Martel both began to shake. Only the Noble Clans were aware of their Progenitor’s existence. The true ruler of their people.

…..

Duke Luther D’Arcy speaks, “You must show your worth in your next mission. This is a task from him. Genus Academy. You’ve heard of this place, right? In the next three months, a new semester will start. The Holy Son, Asher Light, and the new Beast King, Conri Lycaon would appear in this place. As long as you kill one of them, you will receive your reward. Another failure and you… shall be replaced.” He turned into a group of bats and disappeared in place. He finished sending the message to Athan Vladimir and had no more intention of staying further.

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Main Cities Residential Area…

There is a district that divides from the inner to the outer region. The inner region is where rich people leave the farther the house and lot are located the more it becomes less pricey. Only billionaires and millionaires live in the central region which is the closest to the city. The outermost region is considered the slums area where almost all evil things happened.

The Main City of the humans were located at the center of their land which was in a shape of a circle. There were gates at each region. With the center as the main city, the land around it is called the Inner Region, the next level will be the middle region, and the Outer region is the largest yet farthest land from the main city. Outside this land is the Forbidden Regions where the other races except for humans live.

Amber Dawn, the heroine, now resides in the middle region. This indicates that her family is moderately wealthy. She can be regarded as coming from a middle-class family, but only since she was the sole member of the family and sold the family’s original mansion. The mansion was located in the inner region but it was too big for her own use and decided to sell it. Because she is an orphan with significant inheritances from both her deceased father and her unknown mother, she purchased a condominium apartment exclusively for her own usage.

Although the condominium she purchased is a modest penthouse, it is regarded to be rather spacious for a single woman. Asher Light is then brought to her place. She tossed him into the living room and began dressing and cleaning his wounds. She obviously didn’t want his blood to make her house dirty with the smell of blood. She has some rudimentary surgical and medical skills from her days as an assassin. She took her time tending to Asher Light’s wounds.

She wasn’t prepared for a man to suddenly have a high fever. This is a result of his infected wounds, lack of blood, and several hours spent drenched in the chilly rain. He would have had a fried brain if he hadn’t been a special human.

Amber Dawn clicked her tongue in annoyance. Though she already expected this man to be a pain, still made her do work she never felt like doing irritated her.

“Maybe I should have just thrown you in a clinic or something. But this robe isn’t ordinary, he might be a special human from the templar. Tsk! I’ve never liked the Templar Temple at all. They are useless to exist.” Amber Dawn mumbled as she could only soothe her mood swings with a cigarette. She went out of the balcony and enjoyed a few sticks.

She was unaware that Asher Light had seen her liberal mindset and friendliness when he was writhing in pain. In a normal situation, one wouldn’t help someone in an alley without knowing who they were. After all, the back alley is a shortcut to the slums and the black market and is where only nasty people hang out.

This is the first time in Asher Light’s life that he has been shown kindness from someone’s wisps. He is revered by everyone in the Templar Temple on the surface. But they would all try to replace him the instant he collapsed and bring him to hell. In such a setting, he had to maintain constant awareness.

But, despite having a terrible personality, the young lady in front of her exudes an air of purity. She seemed so intriguing that Asher couldn’t help but surreptitiously watch her from a distance. It seems as though he had discovered this place to be his only refuge.

Asher Light’s thoughts, ‘I wonder if she would tell me her name if I ask. But I felt like she was going to hit me instead and threw me to the police station.’

He couldn’t help but laugh in his heart before passing out from the fever because he was aware of his own thoughts. Luckily, the cool patch on his body helps him regulate his body temperature, as does the cool air conditioning in the room. When he dozed off, he used his special ability to restore his body to normal.

— 𝒃𝒆𝙙𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝙤𝙢

At the depths of the Forbidden Area at the core of the Dark forest…

There is an old castle that is unspoiled by time. It maintains standing on its land without damage to its walls as if the castle itself was alive while sustaining itself. Only thoughts versed in the realm of formation would detect the peculiar mediums dispersed throughout the castle. There is a killing formation surrounding the castle which also maintains it clean and maintained.

In the throne room of the castle, a man with silver hair wearing a high-quality suit with finer embellishments than the ones offered in the city was asleep on his seat. The buttons of his outfit were crafted with diamonds. It was so huge that each piece might be sold for a few million. The laureate gold threads were fashioned from pure gold and even the material to build the garment is vicuna. The most expensive material to create suits. It is water-resistant, breathable, offers natural UV protection, and has a sumptuous feel.

Then this sleeping beauty opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of getting past his house barrier. A scent that he noticed previously once again assailed his nostrils. He woke up and stood up. One step was enough for him to travel the span distance from inside his castle to outside. Of the walls.

His fortress was buried beneath a formation. On the outside, nobody would see it. In the view of anyone not within his organization, there are just common clumps of trees in this region. But just now someone violently joined his formation. He stood in the place which generated tremors in his formation and was a bit shocked to see a giant black wolf covered in wounds and blood. Reportedly, it suffered from the killing formation that activated anytime an intruder violently entered it.

That wasn’t actually the one that startled him. The reason is that this werewolf’s blood has a strong resemblance to that of the Werewolf Ancestor he murdered a few days prior.

Unlike typical vampires who merely possess the powers of people with weaker lineage, Cassius Ambrosia might be called a deviant of his kind. There are no vulnerabilities in him. Not the light elements, the sunlight, and not even death can affect him. In summary, he is an Immortal creature who couldn’t die at all. He imagined he would be the solitary being that would exist for all eternity which is why he never bothered about anything outside of his fortress. Yet he would occasionally amuse himself with the youngsters of his kind.

But at last, there appeared another creature just like him. Cassius Ambrosia was so certain that he had cruelly murdered that werewolf ancestor. He tore out his own heart with his own hands while he was still alive. Suddenly that entity was before him once again alive. So, I’m hardly living right now. This obsidian-furred werewolf was now dying from the lack of blood.

Cassius Ambrosia didn’t do anything but only watch the black giant animal slowly expire before his gaze. He exudes such a lack of interest in the being in front of him as if it were completely unrelated to him.

At this sight, System Yue panicked in amazement while System Yang was as serene as always. These two were keeping an eye on the system area. They decided not to expose themselves only in case Lord Hei’s soul fragment was also capable of seeing them, making the whole situation even crazier.

System Yue said, Ah!! I can’t believe this. Is this really Lord Hei?! How can he watch Milord die like this is in front of him!? He was even watching him nonchalantly!

Calm down, Yue’er. This is normal. It is not like Lord Hei had any memories of his original identity. He is a new person born in this world and never knew about us. Moreover, Vampires and Werewolves are enemies, if he helps the Lord God then that would be even weirder. System Yang explained.

System Yue mumbled, Of course, I know that. It’s just… I’ve always watched Lord Hei to always put Milord’s life ahead of everything, even his own life. Now seeing him apathetic and indifferent towards the life and death of Milord, makes me feel uncomfortable.

Cassius Ambrosia. The owner of the Old Castle in the heart of the Dark forest. There is just a guy living in this location. He didn’t need to sleep in the coffin as the sun was harmless to him. He can sleep on the bed like regular people, but he thought it was pointless because he could sleep wherever. His life is still boring, so he occasionally wrecks things here and there to pass the time. Yet even that wouldn’t continue for long before lost interest in it and decided to spend more time napping.

His life has now seen another intriguing development. His home was unexpectedly visited by this large, black werewolf. This one was obviously supposed to be the one he murdered, but it was now breathing in his sight. Though… It also appears to be dying. Cassius Ambrosia sensed something was wrong with him as the wolf’s red irises met his silver irises with their murky rims.

Thump!

Then, his quiet heart began to beat. Even though it only happened once, he was nonetheless perplexed and uneasy. He had been living a routine existence, and this abrupt upheaval made him uneasy. His eyes abruptly became cold. This unease enraged him since he was someone who had complete control over everything. Their silver eyes sparkle with a malicious glare.

Cassius Ambrosia spoke, “I don’t know what you are, but… you are making me uncomfortable so… you can only die again.”

The roses next to them were manipulated by the monarch of the night, who sharpened their thorns and gave the order for them to stab the dying werewolf in front of his eyes. Directing its immediate death.

Yelps!!

Fenrir Skoll once more passed away in the hands of his beloved. Unable to speak as he was mercilessly murdered by the person he loves the most in the world. The life within the crimson eyes of the Werewolf Ancestor fades as it dies. Despite still, Cassius Ambrosia remained expressionless as he looked on as though the person he killed wasn’t his destined partner. He turns around and prepares to enter his fortress again and sit on his throne.