One autumn in 1431, the Grand Duchy of Wallachia.

A loud baby cry sounded, and the servants in the castle rushed to repay each other, and a stout middle-aged man in half-length armor picked up the child that the maid handed to him, which was his blood.

He looked softly at the crying baby with brown eyes, and the hands that he used to use to lift his heavy sword to tear through his enemies became unusually gentle.

Soon, the baby stopped crying and began to look at the man curiously with the same beautiful brown eyes as the man.

The man's bearded face grinned, and he lifted the baby high, revealing several rays of sunlight on the side of the baby against the sun, like wings of light, like the angel who saved the world in legend.

"You are my second son in Delacuri, and from now on, you will be called Cepes."

One autumn in 1436, the Grand Duchy of Wallachia.

"Father, what is the Lord, that He can make the grain of the field grow faster? Will He be able to make the next harsh winter no longer cold? Can He make my mother's condition better? Can He save everyone, as the priest said? Why wouldn't Brother Mircha tell me? ”

The five-year-old opened his eyes wide with curiosity, and beside him, his younger brother, Radura, tugged at the corner of his brother's coat and looked at him with the same caution.

The man, who had just become the Count of Wallachia, scratched his head in anguish, he didn't know how to speak, and finally, he picked up his two young sons, and in the midst of the giggles of the sons, a subtle gloom flashed in the man's eyes.

On his desk, the last edicts of the Ottoman Empire were written in parchment.

Will the Grand Duchy of Wallachia be able to submit next?

One autumn in 1444, the Grand Duchy of Wallachia.

Standing in front of the carriage, Tsepes and his younger brother Radu were saying their final goodbyes to their father.

Behind them, the Ottoman soldiers kept urging.

"Even if they are called piercing men and beautiful men by the people, they are just two little children." The soldiers behind him laughed and mocked, but the aging man only took the hands of his two sons, who were about to move away, and suppressed them both.

"Remember, as long as there is faith in the Lord in the heart, all afflictions are but the bitter winter before the warmth of spring, the dawn before the night, Amen."

The old "Demon Male" Dracuri whispered in the ear of two children.

"Amen."

The young, only 13-year-old "Piercing Male" Tsepes repeated softly

One winter in 1444, the Ottoman Empire.

The silver cross shook against his chest, rubbing against the ground from time to time.

His short hair, as black as the night, was tugged at by his fat palms, and Cepes's godless eyes were like a deep well, thirsty and dim.

The king of the Ottoman Empire twisted his fat body and dragged the older of the hostages through the soldiers' walls. In those days, sex with children was born. Behavior has always been popular among the upper-class aristocracy who live a corrupt life, and they regard the possession of a good-looking child with a noble status as the capital of the upper class.

Eventually, Tsepes was dragged and thrown onto a bunk.

The silver cross broke away from Tsepes's neck, and the godless eyes gave a glimmer of light, and he grabbed the fallen cross in a panic, and only after feeling the familiar coldness did he feel a little relieved.

"Lord, where is your mercy, where is your light, and where is your salvation?"

Behind his thin frame, the grinning king grabbed his head and began to tear his clothes

One winter in 1446, the Ottoman Empire.

"Radu, are you now completely depraved, indulging in the drinking feasts of the nobles, have you forgotten what Brother Mircha told us the night before we left?" The young brother was angrily scolding his unsuccessful brother.

Every day, Tsepes had to learn a great deal about military affairs, politics, and so on, even though he had no friends, no one he could trust, and even his younger brother Radu, he had to be wary.

"Rest assured, Brother Tepes, I'm fine." Radu, who had completely lost the blood of the Wallachians and had become a completely erosive Ottoman nobleman, raised a wine glass. "Look at this, this is a degraded philosopher's stone made by a genius alchemist named Oberon, and it took a lot of effort for His Majesty to make it out of the Atlas Academy."

Ignoring his brother's words, Cepes turned and left, while his brother Radu did not stop his brother, he shrugged his shoulders and turned away.

A flickering torch reflected the face of a determined brother into the depths of the hallway; One heads towards the noisy banquet, and drinks the alchemical treasures in the cup in the bustling lights.

The shadows of the two were stretched on the bluestone floor, gradually intertwined into a cross, and slowly faded away.

"In the end, we two brothers still have to double the way, Lord, if you are really watching everything in the world, then when will your salvation come?"

Tsepes's fingers clenched unconsciously, and under the whitening joints, the silver cross seemed to always shimmer with divine light.

So warm and so far away

One winter in 1447, Moldavia.

The prince of Moldavia looked at the young man in front of him, he had a resolute beard, a muscular body that seemed to be a heroic spirit from ancient Greece, and his brown eyes as deep as ancient pools revealed a deep tiredness.

"You can indeed stay with me for a long time, your father 'Demon Lord' Dracuri has helped me a lot, although he was assassinated, it will definitely not affect my gratitude to him."

"So, I promise you to stay in Moldavia until the day you want to leave, and until then I will shelter you. But if you can marry a Moldavian woman, you can get a land with 500 cows, and live here on this basis. ”

More than three months ago, the young man's father and brother were assassinated by unknown circumstances, but the young man's hostage status was released. After that, with the support of the Ottoman Empire, the youth, that is, Tepes, succeeded his father as the Duke of Wallachia.

Two months later, however, Tsepeš was defeated by the Prince of Transylvania, Hunyadi Janos, who had to flee for others, and finally chose the land of Moldavia as a temporary refuge.

"What shall I call you, then, Tsepes, as I have always called, or shall I call you," asked the prince of Moldavia, who had taken him in.

"Just call me Vlad III, after all, I am the current owner of that land."

One spring in 1461, the Grand Duchy of Wallachia.

Vlad III, who woke up from his dream, unconsciously grabbed his wife's hand and grabbed it with force.

The wife, who woke up in pain, withdrew her hand in pain and looked at her husband with complaining eyes.

"I just had a nightmare." It took a long time for Vlad III to recover, and he explained to his wife with a wry smile: "In the dream, I rushed to a huge demon with my army, and you floated in the air and stroked my face"

"How could that kind of thing happen, isn't it that you have executed too many nobles recently, causing you to be in a trance recently." The wife caressed her husband's face worriedly.

"How can the execution of nobles be too much, as long as the moths of those principalities exist, the Grand Duchy of Wallachia will never be strong." As Vlad III said this, his fingers unconsciously touched the silver cross on his chest.

"Lord, are you finally willing to have mercy on your Lamb and send me the light of salvation?"

One winter in 1462, Transylvania.

"Bang~" The thick iron chain hit the heavy wooden door, Vlad III no, Tsepes, who was now just a prisoner, clenched the railing and desperately squeezed his face into the narrow window.

"What are you talking about, she is dead, how is it possible, it is the duty of a nobleman to protect the life of a captive who is a nobleman, how can he let her die, what the hell is Radu thinking!" The withered man roared hoarsely, his voice echoing far and wide in the underground cell.

He stared at the jailer's face in disbelief, for fear that the jailer would turn away the next moment.

After a moment's hesitation, the jailer lowered his body to block the light and leaned his face to the window: "Yes, your wife is dead, and she committed suicide by jumping off the building, jumping from the top of the castle According to the church, suicide cannot go to heaven, but can only wander in hell endlessly"

"Hell?"

Tsepeš did not hear what the jailer said after that, and he stood at the window in a daze, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly at the ground.

"Ding~" There was a crisp sound, and the silver cross slipped from between the fingers. Despite the fact that the Hungarian king Matthias Kovinus imprisoned him, retaining his last dignity as a nobleman, he was allowed to carry the cross.

"Hell?"

One autumn of 1477, the battlefield.

"Lord, I will never ask you for any mercy"

When did the armor crumble to pieces?

"Fight, everybody, fight for the Lord, the Lord will not help those who ask for help, He will not help those who ask for mercy, because it is not a prayer, but only a request to God."

And when was it that only a few people were left in the army that was brought in?

"It's good to die, and fighting is prayer! After countless prayers, the Lord will come and the kingdom of the Lord will come! ”

Swords cut off the heads of the enemy, warhorses trample the hearts of the enemy, and even at the last moment, tear the enemy's banner from that high place and trample it into the filthy dirt.

"Broken, destroyed, broken, dissolved, at the end of countless prayers, the Lord will come down to the wretched me, the wretched us."

Strange, since when? The heavy shackles were draped around his neck, and a strong man with a heavy axe stood behind him. My memory is a little confusing, whether it was a day ago or two days ago. However, it doesn't matter anymore, because

"The Lord will come, from heaven!"

Blood spilled everywhere, and the broken silver cross reflected a faint glow of the sunset, leaving the last glow on the man's beautiful brown eyes.

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————

ps: It's so tiring to check the information, it is estimated that the first volume will be postponed.

PS2: Ask for recommendations, ask for favorites.

PS3: I'm going to the Imperial Capital Comic Con tomorrow, and it's estimated that there will be no updates...... I don't know what time it will be when I come back_(:зゝ∠)_