Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 27: NWO Army, part 3
...—Verada, Vermillion Empire—...
“Commander, what a coincidence that you're back. I was just about to go look for you. There is important information coming from Favilifna Kingdom.”
Xavier who had just arrived put his foot on the top floor where his study was directly blocked by Heisuke with a serious expression.
Heisuke's remark that he had important information to convey did not grab Xavier's attention, but “'s statement I just wanted to go find you” was the one that caught his attention. He was sure he had not told anyone that he was going to Cornnas, where Artemys was. Where is Heisuke looking for her? Xavier worries that his deputy knows his secret.
“Let's talk inside,” Xavier's response in the end, stepping past Heisuke towards his room.
As soon as Xavier sat himself in his chair, Heisuke immediately pulled the chair from the corner of the table and sat down in front of Xavier. “I've sent the official letter to Nevada. This is the copy I made,” he explained while giving two sheets of paper to the commander. “Sending it to this division straight away is against procedure. How close are you to Queen Elmira, Commander?”
Xavier grabbed both papers and read them quickly. When he finished, he put it in the drawer. “This is no surprise,” he said— completely ignored Heisuke's baseless question. “Very in line with estimate. But the time is too fast. What do they think?”
“Maybe they have also heard the news in Veria?”
Heisuke's opinion was well-founded. Veria's development is indeed worrying for Islan.
With Vermyna having become extraordinarily powerful, perhaps Fie himself began to doubt the total victory of Emiliel the Holy Kingdom. The coming war would certainly reduce the total number of soldiers in Islan. If Veria attacks again like before, it is not impossible that Iceland will be defeated. Emiliel Holy Kingdom doesn't want that. Nobody wants that.
“I hope this doesn't happen this fast,” muttered Xavier accompanied by a head bob. Then his eyes stared intensely at Heisuke with a serious expression. “We will wait for Kanna's response. If she heeds Favilifna's wishes, we'll send an army to Etharna just like Elmira wanted. If not, we'll ignore it. We are Imperial Army, we follow his instructions.”
Heisuke nodded at Xavier's decision. He did not question Xavier who deliberately ignored his question. Heisuke is not a typical person who includes himself in the personal affairs of others. If curious, he asked frankly like before. If the one asked was reluctant, he would no longer offend it.
“Then I will return,” he said and stood up. However, before actually leaving he had time to order: “Make sure Commander left a message to the administrative staff if there is a need outside.”
...—Carolina, Ekralina Kingdom—...
Cainabel stopped in the deserted passageway, returning her size to its original condition.
Blood clots manifest around him, quickly fusing together to form an umbrella of blood. The world is a particle that reacts to each other, forming molecules and all other elements of life and where nothing more is the energy of the series of reactions between particles. Turning umbrella-shaped blood into an umbrella of adamantite and rubber was as easy as turning a hand with [Particle World].
As turning blood into an umbrella is easy, so is the structure of the teeth and the color of the eyes. Cainabel made her teeth like normal humans, while her eyes turned bright blue with round pupils. Cainabel could even change her body structure to the way she wanted to, but she didn't. Cainabel likes how she looks.
The third-seat vampire in the Moon Temple stepped out of the deserted passageway towards the bustling city street. Dark red umbrellas block solar energy from hitting it directly. She looked like a queen who had been in the room for too long worried that the sun would burn her skin.
Of course he doesn't care. Not uncomfortable, not happy. Cainabel knows she's beautiful, her body seduces. People's reactions are very reasonable. It might be different if Crow saw it that way, but that one vampire would never take the initiative. Cainabel could have taken the initiative first, but she wasn't in a hurry. Waiting another hundred or two hundred years until Crow expressed his feelings was not a long time.
“Hey, you, wait!”
Cainabel paid no heed to the screams addressed to her. The target is behind the second largest church in Islan. Cainabel can feel it with [Sensory Magic]. Mary Anna is more like an undead than a human. Is he not human?
“Hei! You're a red-swaddled woman, stop!”
They were quite persistent, inwardly Cainabel, deciding to turn into the passageway between empty buildings.
Cainabel did not know what the three men were intending. However, if they were the troubling scum of society, he would give them a little punishment. If they were disgusting female enemies, he would destroy the items they liked to be proud of the victims. If they wanted to question his identity, Cainabel would just illuminate them and then proceed to the back of the church.
Vampires were not the bloodthirsty race that the Church of Luciel had spread. Vampires don't just kill humans to squeeze their blood. Innocent people, vampires won't hurt them. Vampires only make depraved humans a source of blood. The quality is low, indeed, but vampires can buy high-quality blood from people. Donating blood in exchange for gold coins, which poor man would not?
“Hey, hey, beautiful, didn't we say wait~?” A thin-bearded man of rugged stature appeared at the end of the passageway, it seemed that he had taken a detour to intercept him.
Cainabel stopped, glancing back. Two other men had been leaning against both walls of the passageway. They were no less rude in appearance to the man on the other side of the hall.
“Heh, heh, heh, would you like to go through here? Why don't we get acquainted and drink at our inn?”
“Bos we will be happy to give you a hundred gold coins, or more. But before meeting him, we can bese—”
The man with the head of the plontos was unable to finish his words. His open mouth was filled with blood clots. The same thing happened to the other two. Unable to speak, Cainabel filled their mouths with blood so compressed that the three men were unable to move their jaws.
“...You are apparently the trash of society and also the enemy of women,” muttered Cainabel softly while turning around facing the two men— her speech was flat without emotion, but the cold surpassed the ice. “Decide you get a punishment without forgiveness.”
Three blood spears as big as a one meter long index finger were created in the air, two aimed at the two men in front of him, while the other one aimed at the other man.
They tried to run, but the blood wall immediately appeared and closed the access out—the blood wall then solidified into iron.
“If you dare to feel pleasure, you must dare to accept suffering.”
The three blood spears shot out sharply, successfully piercing the object hanging between their legs. Rounded eyes and tears flowing out showed just how much pain they were receiving.