(Thanks to the reward of the great god of the book friend Gaotian, the plot of this volume is about to come to an end)

Europe, a region with a temperate oceanic climate, a seaside, the sun gently shines on the land, the golden sand seems to be paved with golden sand, and the waves blow from the deep sea with a faint smell of the sea.

Layer upon layer of white spray swells onto the beach, leaving trails of water again and again.

The family is playing here, the second daughter is wearing a side ponytail with blonde hair, and is catching crabs on the beach with full of vitality, piling up sand castles, and the snow-white little feet are not wearing shoes, leaving delicate little footprints on the beach, and they are never tired of it.

Father and mother were preparing lunch, and the delicate Western-style table stood firmly on the soft sand, and it was hard to imagine that in such a place where there was no place in front of the village and no shop, they could still bring out cups of steaming black tea.

And the only thing that is a little disobedient is that the eldest daughter still stands aside, a little surprised, a little confused, and the nostalgia is mixed with joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

"Isn't Little Remi going to play on the beach, the family finally extracted a potion from the World Tree that allows us to walk under the sun, don't you play on the beach with Fran?" Father asked.

The mother seemed to see through the thoughts of the blue-haired young girl in front of her, and comforted: "Don't worry, when you reach adulthood, the wings behind you will automatically disappear, and they will no longer be as obvious as they are now, and there will be no problem where to play when the time comes." ”

Yes, wings, this is the only difference between the eldest and second daughters in appearance and humans, because they are both vampires, and among the kings of these nights, they are also among the most noble beings in blood.

Because they have a great surname, Scarlet, the Western family that has benefited the most in Ragnarok, and their power is unique.

Remilia looked at her father and mother in front of her, a little unsure of what to say, and was a little stiff in the face of her mother's right hand stretched out to caress her, and finally hid the idea of dodging, allowing the cold hand to fall on her head.

It was cold, without a trace of body temperature, like a dead person, but Remi knew that this was normal, and as a mother who could give birth to Fran and Remi, her mother also had unquestionable blood.

Vampires themselves are monsters between life and death, they don't see the sun, they don't bathe in water, they live with blood and night.

Sunny beaches, family dinners, none of them belong to them.

Some just sleep endlessly in the coffin.

That damn plan hadn't started yet, and Flandorow and Remilia hadn't experimented with the dangers of demons and vampires in tune, and were still the best bloodline in the world.

Perfect, sweet to the bone, parents did not die before they could remember, and the Scarlett family did not weaken because of something, but made a major breakthrough by collecting the remains of the World Tree.

Without antecedents, there are no consequences.

Flandoro didn't lose control of her mind because of her dangerous abilities, and she was still the cute sister who sweetly told her sister to come and play.

Although her memories have always told her that this does not match her own world, Remilia still does not feel like she is in it, and accompanies her mother to afternoon tea, accompanies her father to go fishing, and goes diving with Fran.

In the blink of an eye, it was dark.

At night, Fran went to play in the depths of the forest, accompanied by her mother, and was more energetic than during the day, but Remilia stayed, staring blankly at the stars in the sky.

Her father walked up behind her and sat down with him, trying to keep himself on level with Remi.

"Little Remi looks like she has a heart."

"Yes."

Remilia replied.

"I just think the world is very unreal, so beautiful that people can't shake it."

"Unreal?"

My father didn't show too much surprise, maybe it was the wisdom of the immortal seed.

Remilia continued, "I have the impression that you were gambled on by the church during a trip and died, and the Scarlett family suffered a huge blow as a result. ”

"The orphans, who were the triggers, should take responsibility, and the elders who had been pushed into a corner let Fran and I merge with the demons. The experiment was a success, we all gained great power, and the experiment failed as well, as all the vampires who had hoped for the results were torn to shreds by the rampaging Fran. ”

"In the end, we were the only ones who wept in the wreckage and blood-soaked land, listening to the demon's malicious taunts, and no familiar hateful creature could stand up and feel like the whole world had been abandoned."

……

Remilia's story is long, spanning her entire footprint in Europe, first hundreds of years of absconding, then saving an asthma witch when the church was weakened, taking in the murderers of the Fog Capital after a vicious battle, and finally catching a door from the Celestial Empire during a fishing trip.

The story comes to an end when Gensokyo comes to an end, and Remilia stands up, but even then she doesn't half-sit tall as her father.

Maybe it's because the story is so exciting, my father hasn't spoken, or maybe it's because the things in the night are so charming, and my mother and Fran never come back.

After a while, my father slowly spoke: "It is indeed a wonderful story, if it wasn't told from your mouth, maybe I would think it was a real thing." But it's sad, isn't it? ”

Yes, whether it is the death of her parents or the destruction of her family, it is too cruel for young children, until now Remilia still has a lot of childish behavior, not because she doesn't want to change, but for her, when she is childish, she is the happiest, and she will unconsciously imitate it, wanting to return to the carefree past.

In a way, it's a disease.

"But that's who I am, I'm glad to see you again, and I'm glad you can take me out to play, thank you for helping me make up for the regrets of my life."

Remilia bowed solemnly, more attentive than Yakumo had been to heal Fran in the first place.

"It's beautiful here, sweet to the bone, if I can, I would like to live in this for the rest of my life, but it's a pity, there are still a lot of people waiting for me outside, whether it's Patsy Mirei Saki, they will miss me."

"So I have to leave."

Remilia said very carefully, so it seemed a little verbose, a little slow, usually you can do things hastily, but now you can't.

Maybe it's subconsciously wanting to spend more time here.

"Then let's go."

The unexpected answer came from her father's mouth, and Remilia had basically figured out the nature of this world, recognized what kind of existence her father was, and how to keep herself had also thought about and considered.

I didn't expect him to agree to his proposal.

It was only then that Remilia raised her head to look at the man who had a very faint impression, but it meant a lot to her, handsomeness was a consistent characteristic of the blood clan, and her father was no exception, because of his bloodline, he could even be selected as the most handsome in the world.

But I can't see clearly.

There was always a fog shrouded in it, and whenever Remy tried to see clearly, her eyes seemed to be astigmatized, and she was in a trance.

She now finally knows that it's not that she has a problem, it's that she's looking at it from the wrong angle.

Only the front can be seen.

The Bloodline has no shadow and cannot leave any images, the only way to record it is through oil paintings, and Remilia's knowledge of her father and mother comes entirely from an oil painting.

A frontal oil painting, in which the father also looks at himself like this, I never knew what such a seemingly calm expression means, compared to the mother's gentle smile, this expression is a little too cold, not like a record of his happy moments.

And now she understands.

Because this look represents trust and blessing.

Even if it's not real, even if it's false, this feeling is still there.

"Thank you."

Remilia doesn't know how many times she has said this, and her usually dexterous nature seems to have become a repeater at this moment, and she can only repeat a sentence sluggishly, and this is the only sentence that can express her mind at this moment.

There is no confusion in the eyes, there is only unwavering faith.

Remilia held Gungnir again, fate was everywhere, the spear of fate was everywhere, she could summon Gungnir anywhere she wanted, and she had wasted a lot of strength to do this before, but at the moment she didn't even have a breather.

Some just regain the peace of life.

She flew high and glanced back at her father, waving slowly, pouring her magic into the artifact.

"Sharpshooter Gungnir!"

The red light penetrated the entire earth, and the world seemed to become a world in the image, from three to two-dimensional, from space to water, ripples, waves, ripples, and finally turned into earth-shattering waves.

It's obviously a sharpshooter stabbing into the air, but it really seems to have hit something invisible, tightly choking the throat of fate, and whatever stands in front of it will be destroyed, even if that block itself is fate.

Remilia disappeared from this world.

At the same time, the real her woke up in the outside world, resting her head on the knees of the faithful maid, as if she was a fairy tale sleeping beauty, waiting for the arrival of the prince, but Remilia wanted to be a demon king, an ancient nobleman of the evil dragon, and she didn't need to be saved by others, and she could return on her own.

"You're back, Miss, and you look like you've had a good dream."

"Yes, Sakiya, it's really a rare good dream, so sweet that I don't want to wake up."