Volume 4 Chapter 78 Kian Dies!？ II
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”It’s absolutely out of the question,” Kian said.
He replied instinctively to the proposal from Princess Talia.
”The arrangement was that we’d return the body, wasn’t it? Just imagine returning a vampirized Lyritisse to Cardinal Augusto¹. He won’t just be furious that his daughter’s been turned into a monster; he’ll suspect us of causing it, and we’ll be dragged before the Inquisitor⁵. If that happens, the entire Western Church will become our enemy.”
”True—if we return the body, that is,” Talia said.
”Talia!”
Kian pulled the flaxen-haired beauty away from him, gripping her slender shoulders and staring intently into her face. Even in the gloom, her blue eyes shimmered with a piercing brilliance, meeting his gaze without a hint of hesitation.
”You intended to hijack that body from the very beginning, didn’t you?” Kian asked.
”No, my initial intent was to return it. However, the circumstances have shifted considerably. Listen to me, Kian.”
Talia folded her arms beneath her ample bust and pressed on.
”I shall explain the necessity and the feasibility of vampirizing this vessel.”
”You’re so silver-tongued that I’m terrified you’ll actually make me agree,” Kian muttered.
”If you’re so uneasy, perhaps we should consult Lady Aliona? I want to bolster our strength before the war commences, and while time is tight, we aren’t completely cornered yet.”
”No… I’m not thrilled about it, but I’ll hear you out. What exactly is the necessity of vampirizing Lyritisse’s body?” Kian asked.
”First, it will significantly amplify our camp’s military might by enhancing my own abilities. Looking at the astrological divinations, we were essentially in a state of certain doom. If I assimilate your vampire factor, I can manifest a performance much closer to my original potential.”
”Are you claiming that merely incorporating my blood can empower you enough to overturn a fate of death? It’s true that Linca, Natra, and Sarah underwent a dramatic surge in physical capability as Blood Servants², but…” Kian said.
”It goes beyond that. Unlike those Blood Servants, my case involves becoming the same tier of existence as you. This allows me to wield the specialized ‘Blood Art’—a technique I honed in my previous life—with far greater potency.”
Kian knit his brows and tilted his head in confusion.
”Blood Art… if I recall, that’s a replication ability, right? Even if the materials lack durability, being able to mass-produce beetle golems is a major advantage…” Kian muttered.
”Exactly. My authority is ‘Blood Art Armaments’³. It allows me to analyze an object once, record its blueprint within my blood, and then manifest it at will. The longer I live and the more I learn, the more my arsenal grows and the more formidable I become.”
As she spoke, Talia resumed her pacing within the small space.
”However, Lyritisse’s body contains none of the records I accumulated in my past life. Furthermore, due to the inherent limitations of this body’s blood and brain, I can only analyze and reproduce objects with simple structures. I can’t even etch magic circuits into the blood properly.”
”…I see. Since my vampire progenitor cells are derived from your blood…” Kian said quietly.
”Yes, I appreciate your quick intuition. Because the blood used for your vampirization was borrowed from a flesh doll created by my father—Albert Cain—using blood drawn directly from my original body, receiving progenitor cells from you and undergoing mutation will allow me to manifest the various things I recorded in my past life. Not only that, but the speed of analysis, the precision of my memory, and the accuracy of the reproduction will all skyrocket.”
Talia closed her eyes and continued her explanation.
”Regrettably, I lack the massive raw output that Aliona possesses… However, I can manage delicate maneuvers that she cannot, and I can provide an optimal solution for almost any conceivable situation. With the specialized abilities of Vampire Princess Talia, your faction’s overall versatility will be bolstered across the board.”
”So, you’d be able to counter the enemy’s surprise weapons or powerful spirit armaments using the tools from your past life?” Kian asked.
”Precisely. To give you some concrete examples: I possess things that can nullify ‘instant-kill’ gimmicks, expose the strengths and weaknesses of an unknown opponent, or even allow one to evade a lethal attack just once.”
”Wait, isn’t that incredibly broken?” Kian asked.
”I flatter myself to think it’s quite a strong card. I can manifest things within a domain that you could never reach, no matter how diligently you practice your swordplay.”
Kian nodded repeatedly. Yet, he refused to be easily swayed, voicing the doubts that still lingered.
”But is it strictly necessary to use that body? If a cat beastman would suffice, I could contact Ms. Priscilla and have her send over that S-rank adventurer, Ninini.”
”Does that body possess higher potential than Lyritisse’s?” Talia asked.
”As a beastman, her flexibility and explosiveness would be high. But her magic capacity would be a total loss. The blood quality required for ritual magic would likely be poor as well. And… I hate to say this, but Ninini is exceptionally dim-witted.”
”And compared to Lyritisse?” Talia asked.
”Lyritisse was the intellectual backbone of the ‘Lion’s Companion’⁴.”
Talia daintily pinched the hem of her miniskirt, lifting it to reveal the sleek lines of her thighs and hips.
”…Kian. This body is laced with succubus blood. It’s not a normal human vessel.”
”So it seems. I felt it firsthand when we were together; the pheromones are staggering. In my experience, it definitely doesn’t feel like a standard female body,” Kian replied.
It wasn’t exactly a ‘good’ fragrance, but it was a scent that hit him right in the groin. He felt confident that if he were subjected to a scent-based assault, he could release ten liters of seed.
”Its latent potential far exceeds a normal human’s. It should be able to withstand the vampirization elixir, and by using this body as a base, I might become a far more powerful vampire than I would with any other vessel,” Talia said.
”So it’s a matter of avoiding a fated death,” Kian muttered.
Searching the slave markets now for a body superior to Lyritisse’s was simply unrealistic. They would never make it in time for the start of the war.
Excluding Lyritisse, the only bodies within Kian’s reach that showed any potential were Ninini, Eleonora, and… shockingly, perhaps even Umar. If the body of the high elf magician Vestacia—formerly of the ‘Lion’s Companion’—had been available, she would have been the undisputed choice, but Rean had already spirited her away.
In terms of raw capability, Lyritisse seemed to be the only viable option.
If it was a matter of life and death for both him and Talia, he couldn’t afford to be fastidious…
”But our standing with the Western Church—”
”Furthermore, reason number two,” Talia said, raising a finger as pale and delicate as a whitefish.
”This body carries Cardinal Augusto’s blood. Should he perish, I can inherit several of his legacies. I can seize his territories and his retainers. Only this body can achieve that.”
”Seize…!? No, wait, that just makes it even more likely we’ll be exposed as vampires!”
”Truly?” Talia’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint.
”Do you honestly believe we will be caught?” Talia asked.
”Eh…”
Her voluptuous, lipstick-coated lips curved into a faint, bewitching smile—an expression of sheer glamour that the real Lyritisse had never once displayed. Her narrow eyes were razor-sharp.
It was an indescribably erotic expression that made his heart skip a beat.
(Is this woman trying to make me release just with a look…!?)
”Kian, look at this logically,” Talia said, turning her body toward an orrery.
Beside the dolls representing Kian and Talia, a third, unknown doll had been added.
”Do you think the Church’s hounds can capture Kharab before Augusto breathes his last?” Talia asked.
”I don’t know.”
”Augusto will be dead by the turn of next month.”
Talia pointed to the third doll. So that was meant to be Augusto?
”Where did you get Augusto’s hair? Don’t tell me…” Kian asked.
”I borrowed it while I was hugging my dear father,” Talia replied.
”You plucked hair from the scalp of an old man crying with joy at being reunited with his daughter? You’re a terrifying woman…” Kian muttered.
”All women are terrifying. Witches, in particular, are almost universally wicked. Lady Aliona included.”
”She is a goddess,” Kian insisted.
”Lyritisse knew his birthday. Divining Augusto’s fate was a simple matter. That man’s heart will wither and die within the month.”
She spoke with a chilling detachment, as if discarding a piece of trash she’d lost interest in. It was hard to believe she was the same person who had just been sympathizing with the man.
Talia was like this occasionally.
According to her, she was ‘merely stating facts,’ and it was ‘irrational to attach emotion’ to them.
”…It’s true that the rhythm of his heart sounded off. Out of the three major vessels, one had almost no blood flow at all. Even of the remaining two, one appeared to be significantly narrowed,” Kian said.
”Do you believe the Inquisitors can reclaim Lyritisse’s soul while he still lives? First, they must apprehend Rean for questioning. Then they must locate a Wolfman in Azrael who knows how to summon Kharab. Then they must hear the details from Barghest or Tersea and conduct the ritual exactly as prescribed…” Talia said.
”Since the price for Rean’s armor has vanished, it’s certain that something has happened to the Black Onyx spirit, Kharab. Even if they perform the ritual, he might not respond,” Kian said.
”Indeed. And even if Kharab did answer the summons, do you think he would simply hand back Lyritisse’s soul? She was the first sacrifice. Her soul was already forfeit back in July. He might have devoured it by now.”
”…So that’s the justification for seizing Lyritisse’s body?” Kian asked.
”Precisely. If the body is destined to rot in a casket anyway, it’s better to put it to effective use. Even Augusto would surely prefer to leave his assets to someone wearing his daughter’s face rather than having his fellow Cardinals pick his legacy clean.”
”————”
”Besides, thanks to the sheer amount of times you’ve released inside me, this body has already become a Blood Servant. As you said back during the Amora incident, this body has long since diverged from the normal flow of time. Turning it fully inhuman at this point is a marginal change at best.”
”I feel like I’ve been talked into keeping the body before I even realized it,” Kian muttered.
”I haven’t talked you into anything. I’ve merely clarified the costs and benefits,” Talia said.
”Umm…”
”Shall we make it even simpler, then?” Talia asked.
”Eh?”
Talia stepped closer to the stunned Kian and pressed a light kiss to his lips.
”Do you want to make a baby with me in this body? Yes or no? Which is it?” Talia asked.
* * *
Breasts!
Pubic hair!
Body odor!
Black tights are the best!
Praise be to the fair-skinned beauties of the West!
I want to have baby-making sex!!
And so, it was decided that Lyritisse would be vampirized.
The motivation owed more to the urgent need to evade a fated death than to base desire. It wasn’t as if he was committing this taboo just because he liked Lyritisse’s appearance—or so Kian told himself.
”Hey, Kian. I’m cold. Hold me tighter.”
”I’ve got you.”
Once their discussion was concluded, they left the hut borrowed from Elder Gaius and took to the skies on a ‘Chin-Chin.’
The back of the pterosaur golem was equipped with a rudimentary windbreak, but the air became biting once they reached high altitude.
Kian wrapped Talia’s robe around her, while Talia snuggled against him from behind to share his warmth.
The night sky, glittering with countless stars, was magnificent, but Kian was too distracted by the fragrant hair pressing against him to appreciate the view.
”If I have to travel to the Papal States, I’ll need to prepare a prosthetic so you can move your arm. I should write a letter to Mrs. Camilla,” Talia murmured seriously to herself.
Her skirt-clad buttocks shifted, pressing her weight against his penis through the fabric.
”Whoa!” Kian gasped.
”Oh? …Wait! You dirty pig-dick! Why on earth are you erect!?” Talia asked.
”What do you mean ‘why’? It’s a physiological response!” Kian replied.
”Good grief. You’re in heat all year round. You’re truly hopeless.”
Despite her words, from Kian’s perspective, he couldn’t help but be excited by the sight of her glossy hair, her elegant profile, the line of her collarbone, and the swell of her breasts pushing against her blouse.
The ultimate trigger, however, was her warmth and weight pressed directly against him.
Her body felt warm and delicate, yet possessed the unmistakable heft of a woman. His arms, wrapped around her like a belt beneath her large breasts, felt not only the heavy pressure of her flesh but also the subtle movements of her abdominal muscles beneath her soft skin. It was practically sex already.
”Erotic pig.”
”Sorry.”
”Making your member get this big… even though I took care of it for you at noon.”
”It’s an infinite erection,” Kian said.
”I suppose it can’t be helped. Fine, you can play a little dirty with me.”
”It’s already pretty dirty though,” Kian said.
”You were staring at my legs all day today, weren’t you? Even though I kicked you, you were high enough to be on the verge of releasing.”
With that, she pointedly rubbed her knees together.
Her black tights made a swish sound against one another. The fabric of her skirt draped into the crevice between her thighs, and the silhouette of her groin became faintly visible through the cloth.
Talia slowly spread her legs, which had been pressed together. Suddenly, she seized Kian’s right hand—which had been wrapped around her stomach—and guided it until it sank between her thighs.
”Ah, hey!” Kian exclaimed.
”Ufufu. Is your hand a bit cold, pig-dick? I’ll warm it up with my thighs.”
”O-oh…”
”Hey… erotic pig. Won’t you warm me up more too?” Talia asked.
Talia leaned back even further against him. Her flaxen hair rubbed violently against his chest, making a rustle sound.
”See? It’s cold here too.”
She twisted her neck to look up at him. Her lipstick-coated lips pressed against his in a spoiled kiss, her lukewarm breath fanning across his cheek with a gasp…
His right hand, which had been getting massaged between her thighs, was now moved between her skirt and black tights. Her belt had already been loosened, and his fingertips came into direct contact with her navel.
Without hesitation, she thrust his hand into her underwear. He felt the snap of her dense pubic hair; her sex was already slick and sodden with moisture.
Come to think of it, when she’d given him fellatio in the carriage earlier that day, she had merely sucked him off without reaching an orgasm herself. Because they had been preoccupied with serious talk, he hadn’t noticed, but Lyritisse’s body was currently drenched with frustration.
”Nn… this body really is magnificent,” Talia whispered, adjusting her hips to make it easier for him to touch her.
”The sensitivity is incredible… and the sex drive is so intense. I can feel a primal, biological ferocity.”
”Was it not like that in your previous life?” Kian asked.
As the princess desired, he began to toy with her genitals. First, he used his middle finger to trace the lower part of the cleft, scooping up the viscous fluid between her labia minora. He smeared a generous amount onto the pad of his index finger as well—then slid upward to the protrusion at the top of her vulva, kneading and crushing it with his fingertips.
”Ah, hah~♡ Yes… Yesterday, when we had sex, I told you, didn’t I? I’d never felt a ‘sex drive’ before. Because of my status, I knew I had to bear a child eventually, but honestly, the act was nothing more or less than that to me.”
”Hmm.”
Merely pressing on her clitoris was enough to make his hand slippery all the way to the base of his fingers. Talia kept her head resting against his chest, her eyes closed as she breathed heavily through her mouth with a gasp. A thin thread of saliva trickled from her pink lips.
”Ohh~!?♡”
While squeezing her breast firmly with his left hand, he slid his slick fingers into her secret hole. With a glide, her honey pot swallowed his middle and index fingers without the slightest resistance.
Perhaps due to the succubus blood in the body, she seemed remarkably accustomed to it, despite having been a virgin until yesterday.
”Fi-fingers~♡” Talia’s eyes flew open.
”The fingers… oh… oh… they’re so thick…! ♡”
If one could see a cross-section of her vagina, his thick, tanned fingers would be buried to the base. The entrance throbbed with the sudden invasion, while the internal folds clung to his flesh, squeezing with a tight, sticky pressure.
Her long legs, clad in indigo-colored tights, alternately kicked out and pulled back. Her pigeon-toed, weak-looking legs were reacting with total honesty to the stimulation.
”Hah~♡ Hah, ohh~♡ OHH~!?♡ There~♡ Don’t rub me so hard with your fingers~♡”
”Is that so?” Kian asked.
”That’s a lie~♡ Do it more~♡ Hah, ah, a-ah, ah, ahh~♡”
Like a vampire biting into a maiden’s neck from behind, Kian buried his nose in her hair and the nape of her neck. The scent of rose perfume mixed with the tart-sweet smell of a woman’s sweat pierced his senses. Talia slumped against his head, dazed, as drool spilled from the corner of her mouth.
”Ahh~~♡ Ahhh~~~♡”
He pushed upward against the back of her clitoris with the pads of his two fingers. The intense stimulation made Talia lift her hips and grind them rhythmically. A splash of lukewarm fluid erupted, hitting his palm.
”Your hip movements are way too erotic.”
”It’s because your fingers feel so good.”
Talia pursed her lips and brushed them against his ear with a peck.
”Keep going. I want to go all the way.”
He pulled his fingers out, creating a lewd pop sound. He pinned the trembling Talia and traced the length of her cleft with his sodden fingers.
The vaginal opening, which had shrunk after spitting out his fingers, the urethra that seeped fluid as his fingers passed, and the plump clitoris protruding from its hood—he no longer felt the cold. The beast-like pheromones rising from beneath her skirt made the male within him roar with heat.
He pressed his index and middle fingers against her labia majora, which still had noticeable traces of hair.
”Huff~♡ Huff~♡”
He spread his fingers wide.
”Ah…♡”
A thick, wet sound echoed from beneath her tights. He used his fingers to keep her forced open.
”N-no~♡ That’s where babies come from~♡ It’s cold~♡”
”It’s such a heavy female scent. You’re too erotic.”
”Nn~♡ Dummy~♡ Close it quickly~♡ Ah~♡ Don’t open me up with your fingers like that…! ♡ What if it stays open and doesn’t go back! It’ll affect my ability to squeeze pig-juice out of you!”
”It’s fine. I can release ten liters just from the smell.”
”As if! Ohh~♡”
He snapped his fingers shut. As he crushed her clitoris between them, Talia’s hips began to jerk violently.
”Nn~♡ Nnn~~♡ Ah, I’m going~♡ I’m going~♡ I’m going~♡ Uuuuuu~~~~~♡”
”What’ll it be? You want to go? Or should I tease you more?” Kian asked.
”I-I’m going. I can’t hold back~♡ Make me go already, you pig~♡”
”Sure thing.”
He slid his fingers back in with a squish.
Talia let out a garbled cry and arched her back. He leaned over her to ensure she couldn’t escape and used his inserted fingers to rapidly tap the back of her clitoris with a wet, messy rhythm.
Squish, thud, wet, pop, smack—♡
”Hah, nn, NN, nnnn~~♡ Uuuuuuu~~♡”
(I’ve never heard a woman growl like that before,) Kian thought as he watched her red-faced, teeth-gritting struggle from the side. Talia’s white jaw was trembling.
Her long legs, encased in black tights, snapped straight with a snap♡, her booted feet fluttering. She clamped her inner thighs shut, pinning his wrist in place.
Talia held her breath, exposing her pale throat as she tensed. And then—
”AHHH!!!♡♡♡”
She jumped with a force that seemed even more violent than the build-up, reaching her climax with a series of adorable twitches.
”Huff, huff…♡”
She went limp, her eyes glazed as she panted. He kept his fingers inside; her vagina had become a tight ‘core’ that seemed to be begging for his seed.
Eventually, once the internal pulsing had calmed, he slowly withdrew and stroked her vulva as if to soothe it. Talia opened her mouth wide, silently demanding a kiss.
”Did that feel good?” Kian asked.
”Yes. I ovulated.”
”That is definitely a lie…” Kian muttered.
He embraced her, hair and all, and answered her kiss. Talia’s tongue was fervent, its movements so primal and fierce that it was hard to believe she was a high-born lady.
”Save up your semen. I’ll need a massive amount for my transformation,” Talia whispered.
”Just what kind of ‘play’ are you planning for us?” Kian asked.
”Do you remember that body-modification chair Mrs. Camilla sent us? You’ll bind me to that, milk tachyonian cells from my nipples, and simultaneously flood my factor into my genitals, urethra, and rectum. You’ll be infected by the ‘disease’ brought on by the elixirs during the act, so you won’t be able to leave. We’ll stay locked in that modification room, and you’ll keep pumping semen into me until my mutation is complete,” Talia said.
”A room you can’t leave until you’ve released continuously to the end? It sounds like my body will end up only being able to release for you,” Kian muttered with a hint of fear.
Talia gave him a wide, mischievous smile.
”If that happens, I’ll just have to bear the children for the other girls too.”
* * *
They crossed the ocean while flirting and landed near the base of the Order of the Lightning Knights⁶ on the southern end of ‘Grass Island.’
Though the island was protected by a barrier Talia herself had set, they naturally bypassed it and entered the airspace without a hitch. They dove from a high altitude before the patrolling soldiers could spot them, transforming into mist to land silently on the sandy beach.
”Ms. Aliona and Isthbaran have noticed us,” Kian said.
”It’s fine. I sent a letter saying we’d be taking a detour on the way back,” Talia replied.
As if her repeated climaxes moments ago were a dream, Talia spoke with total composure as she dispelled her Mist Form⁸. Keeping her magic presence perfectly concealed, she began to sprint across the sand.
”Which house is the fate manipulation coming from?” Kian asked.
Kian looked up at the towering watchtower of the Knights in the distance, but given their wind-like speed, the tower loomed larger by the second.
”Over there.”
She pointed toward a spot about three hundred meters southwest of the Knights’ garrison. It was outside the base, slightly removed from the area where the members’ quarters were located.
”Should we circle around?” Kian asked.
”Wait. There’s a patrol on the beach,” Talia said, glancing at the curved coastline. True to her word, three orange lights from Mana Lamps were drifting slowly through the dark.
”Our scent will give us away right now. Let’s fly.”
”What do you me—”
”Whaaaaa!?”
Kian’s voice echoed as a stag beetle golem suddenly appeared, seized him by the back, and took flight. It was Sarah’s golem—a magic doll that specialized in lightning-based magic attacks, the counterpart to the combat-heavy rhinoceros beetle.
(Her authority! The replication ability!) Kian realized.
He looked at Talia beside him, who was currently putting on an elegant yet clumsy ‘princess routine,’ shouting, “Keep your mouth shut or you’ll bite your tongue, pig-ch—ow! I bit my tongue, you idiot!”
He understood that it was a golem replicated through her authority, but—
(It’s still fast. Beyond fast. It’s almost instantaneous.)
It was the instinct of a warrior monk to subconsciously analyze how he would counter such a move in actual combat.
”……”
An attack from a total blind spot… would I be unable to react?
Don’t be ridiculous. She’s a magician, and I’m a close-quarters fighter, Kian told himself, rejecting the conclusion.
A sharp pang of jealousy and anxiety flared within him, but he suppressed it by telling himself that even if he were blindsided by a mere stag beetle, his durability would ensure he didn’t feel a thing. By the time they touched down on the sand again, he had managed to soothe his pride with the thought that, after all his training, there was no way he’d lose to Talia in a physical brawl.
He knew it was petty, but as a martial artist and a warrior monk, he couldn’t help but feel that way.
”This is the house.”
Among the dark homes of the Lightning Knights, the two of them slipped into the shadows of a large estate that sat between the patrol’s light sweeps. In fact, a post carved with ‘Medea’s Workshop’⁷ stood near the iron gate separating the garden from the beach.
This was the home and magic laboratory of the Vice-captain of the Lightning Knights, Medea.
”Hey, it looks like there’s a powerful barrier active,” Kian whispered.
”It’s fine. Breaking barriers is my specialty. I’ll start the analysis now. I need to concentrate, so keep watch for me while I work,” Talia said.
”Wait, what!? We aren’t going to just ring the doorbell?” Kian asked.
”The only person inside is the vegetable-like Abbas Shakerdoust,” Talia said, kneeling at the base of the iron fence and pressing her palm to the sand. The invisible barrier surrounding the workshop flickered with a rainbow light for a snap.
”I thought the plan was to talk things out with whoever was manipulating fate,” Kian said.
”Fine, do you want to head back to ‘Water Island’ right now and search for Medea when we don’t even know where she is?” Talia asked.
”————”
”Isn’t that just a hassle? Besides, I want to hurry up and lock ourselves in a basement for that captive-rape play. I’ll be the poor, captured high-born princess, and you’ll be the filthy, depraved, utter scoundrel of a bandit,” Talia said.
”You really only think about yourself, don’t you? Didn’t your tutors teach you anything about being considerate to others?” Kian asked.
”Oh, this dark elf has set up quite an interesting barrier. It’s a triple-layered composite. These are all new formulas I’ve never seen before. I can’t wait to pick them apart,” Talia said.
”Are you even listening to me?” Kian asked.
Talia’s response was a flat “No.” This princess was truly outrageous.
(I’m a noble of Izerland and the head of a merchant guild… and yet here I am, committing breaking and entering.)
He was in no position to criticize Scipio anymore. However, since the barrier-breaking was already underway, it would be disastrous to be caught, so he did as he was told and kept watch. He was now officially an accomplice.
”…Hey, I just thought of something,” Kian said.
”What? I told you to be quiet while I’m concentrating,” Talia snapped.
”Yeah, I know, but…” Kian continued, his brow furrowed.
”Medea was critically injured during Mansoor’s raid, wasn’t she? She was stabbed right through the gut.”
”And?”
”She was a hair’s breadth from death. If she was manipulating fate, why did that happen?” Kian asked.
”Well…” Talia took her hand off the barrier and looked back at him. She seemed to struggle for words for a few seconds before continuing.
”That’s exactly it. Because she was manipulating fate, she got away with ‘only’ that much. The fact that her life was saved at all was a miracle, wasn’t it?” Talia asked.
”…I guess that makes sense. Sorry, I said something weird,” Kian said.
He felt as if a small bone were stuck in his throat, but he brushed aside the doubt.
Fate manipulation was indeed occurring at Medea’s Workshop. Naturally, the person she was manipulating fate for had to be herself.
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T/L:
Notes:
• Talia – A high-ranking vampire spirit currently possessing the body of Lyritisse. In this form, she has flaxen hair, blue eyes, and thick lips.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Kharab – The enemy who stole Talia’s soul and possessed her body; referred to by the Black Onyx Spirit; defeated by Kian.
• Tersea – A shaman who assisted Barghest and is connected to the summoning ritual.
• Amora – Scipio’s fiance, and the knight of crete.
• Camilla – A woman; the subject of the chapter; her body was used to seal Erynys’ soul.
• tachyonian – a cell that generates magic power, allowing humans to enhance their bodies and perform magic to manipulate the external world. (tachyon: particle that always travels faster than light.)
• Isthbaran – The High Warlord of the ‘Storm Herd.’
• Abbas – The heir of the Shakerdoust family, a prominent clan within the Twelve Divine Generals.
• Mansoor – Crimson-eyed elder monk and Azrael’s Divine General from the Shakerdoust domain near Dacia. Wielding mist form, blood-drinking, rapid healing. He ties to allies like Ryoma and Hanami Tsai. First appearing in Vol. 4 Ch. 25. Quick tag: vampiric red-eyed grandpa-general who mist-forms and drinks blood, obsessed with rescuing his captured son unlike other human monks.
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