Time flies, and the handover turmoil of the monster sage quickly subsides. This was seen by the ignorant monsters as another doting on An Yangjun's daughter, and a clear manifestation that the previous sage finally did not bother to pay attention to the world, and no one thought about how complicated the truth behind it was.

However, not all yokai are closely associated with Gensokyo. Under the unintentional oppression of the Creator, these mysterious remnants are like the ice caps of the polar regions gradually crumbling, and the lack of means of communication and the suppression of ordinary species in a short period of time have made them more and more arrogant and unable to see the fact that their isolated island is already in danger, and they are busy with internal factionalism. This is not uncommon, but it is still suffocating.

For example, at this very moment, in the Land of the White Roses, which had repelled the Ottoman Turks several times, the descendants of the protector generals were being bullied, and a young son witnessed his parents turn to ashes in the daylight. It's just a common outcome in power struggles, but for those two children, it's like a world breakdown.

Out of coveting the power of their bloodline, the sisters were not executed together. Their power is still hidden in the bloodline, the elder sister is just an immature warrior, and the younger sister is the witch's reserve magical girl, these two sisters can be easily suppressed even if they resist, and they are excellent materials for extracting blood.

Remilia Scarlett's burgundy eyes widened as she glared at the black-haired youth who had come to bring her and her sister food. However, the young man was at ease under the gaze of this bone-scraping steel knife, and he was not a subordinate, but a new generation of leaders who contributed to this thunderous uprising. It's just that he doesn't believe in rough people, these two sisters are precious test objects, and there is no room for error.

"Artur Bernadotte!!Why are you doing this?!"

"Why?"

Artur gently placed the tray on the table, which contained a bottle of red wine mixed with virgin blood and two sweet and delicious snacks. It's not much, but it's enough to satisfy the appetite of the young son, and it's as delicate as this impregnable cell.

The young man touched his beautiful beard, his nose was high and his eyes were deep, his short black hair was combed back neatly, and he had short mustaches on his lips and jaws, he looked steady and gloomy, and his scarlet eyes flashed with ambition.

"Quite simply, young lady of the Scarlett family. ”

"We are in a new era, but the old forces, led by the Scarlets, do not see this, they are resting on their laurels, they are blind to what is going on around them. In the long run, we will eventually be buried by humans. ”

"And a new era needs a new leader, and you are that new leader. ”

A soft, soft, voice rang out in the room, drawing the attention of the two men. Remilia Scarlett can be said to rush to the little blonde girl beside her, and the frail Flandoro Scarlett fell into a deep sleep after witnessing the death of her parents, and only now did she wake up. No one has been able to detect the many cracks that have crept into her soul, which will cause the girl to become a nightmare in the hearts of many in the future.

"Sister, I'm fine. Am I right, Mr. Bernadotte?"

The girl holding the bear puppet bowed her sister gently to reassure her, and then looked at the young vampire standing nearby.

Artur stroked his beard and nodded slowly, a smile of interest gradually appearing on his face.

"Absolutely. Although this is something that no one can see, Miss Flandrew, your calmness and sharpness after the great changes have made people feel very good, and they are much better than your rough sister. If the final experiment fails, I may marry you as my wife. ”

"Less delusional about Fran!!"

Remilia roared at Artur like a cub keeper, but the young man spread his hands and smiled innocently:

"Don't be so excited, young lady. I'm not one of the Ottoman deviants, sexually uninteresting to young children who can't tell the difference between men and women. It's just that the power you've passed down from generation to generation is really eye-catching, and I'm going to have to take it for myself, no matter how you use it. ”

Remilia's burgundy eyes glowed with a burning red glow as if they were burning with rage, and she stared at Artur Bernadotte, her high-pitched rant turning into a suppressed warning.

"Artur Bernadotte. Every pair of eyes in the darkness will witness your tragic end, and parents will use you as an example to terrorize the newborn Bloodline. ”

She paused for a moment, as if she felt that such a cruel word with the flavor of the blood clan was not enough to express her inner emotions, so she gritted her teeth and squeezed out from between her teeth word by word:

"I'm going to fucking kill your whole family, mongrel. ”

"Smack!!"

Artur calmly slapped his backhand on Remilia's face, and the excessive force made the blue-haired little girl fly backwards, but her sister quickly pulled her back to her side and hugged her tightly in her arms.

"That's not what a lady is to say, you need to be careful with your manners, Miss Scarlett. If your deceased parents knew that their eldest daughter had become such a rude and impudent fool, they would be very sad. ”

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized, "Eh, I'm sorry, I forgot." They were all burned to ashes by the sun inch by inch, and they were definitely not visible. It's okay that they won't be sad and sad, right? Big, small, sister?"

"But it's terrible that your stupidity can even be transmitted to me. Allow me to take my leave, and beg your men not to pass on this stupidity to your sister, who is a potential person to be my wife. Do you need me to change your bedroom, Miss Flandrew?"

"Don't say with your dirty mouth—" "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Bernadotte. But I don't have to, I'm going to be with my sister. ”

Flandorow hugged her sister tightly, holding her roar in her arms, and bowed her head to the youth.

Artur shrugged.

"Well, I respect the wishes of the lady. You don't have to be so afraid of me, Miss Flandrew. I'm just proposing a possibility for the future, and while you will certainly have the beauty of the country in the future, I don't covet your beauty. If the bloodlines of the different clans can truly merge, your fate will be the same as that of your sister, who will be raised to provide blood until the end of eternity. ”

The young man turned away, but before he could leave, he suddenly turned his head and smiled gracefully.

"By the way, I need to give you another reminder-"

"From now on, the glory of the son of the dragon is gone. ”