"It's just almost—" Willis slowly spat out four words from his blood-filled mouth. You may be tempted to kill your own son, but to us he is our 'little prince'. Lancelot smiled.

"Just a little...", Willis repeated, Pollu's crimson eyes gradually became clear, and his consciousness was slowly recovering, "Just a little...", Willis repeated again, and the blood slowly seeped out of his mouth, and then he saw that in his bloodied hands, the cross stigmata glowed again.

"Don't give up yet? Your little power won't work! Lancelot had a contemptuous smile on his face. At this moment, another dark shadow suddenly descended from the sky and pounced on the heads of Willis and Poru: "Take your dirty hands off the head of your godson!" ”

In the roar, I saw a dazzling silver light flash in his hand as he approached the target, and then he quickly jumped back and rolled over and landed firmly on the ground, and the moment his feet landed, Willis's two hands also fell to the blood on the ground.

At this time, Willis, who stood like a sculpture, shook his body and finally fell straight down. Lancelot put the knight's sword into the scabbard at this time, "Well, this police inspector's perseverance is really beyond ordinary people, Mordred, without you, I would really have to 'trouble' again." At this time, the tall thin man in a black tuxedo snorted coldly, and his red eyes turned to Poru, who was slowly standing up.

"Is that him?" Mordred asked, and Lancelot knelt down on one knee with his right hand on his chest and said, "That's right, he's our 'little prince'." Mordred got down on one knee in the same position. All that was before Poru's eyes was a blood-red sight. He looked at the two men who were kneeling in front of him suspiciously, and then he looked down at Willis, who was lying in a pool of blood, his hands had been cut off, his face had long been covered by blood, his facial features were completely blurred, but his eyes were still round and staring at the sky with a hollow eye.

Poru's red body just glanced at Willis's corpse and there was no change in expression on his face, his every move Lancelot saw in his eyes, and at this time he was sure that the 'perfect body' in front of him was indeed the person His Royal Highness the Godfather of Bram was looking for,

So he spoke, "Dear Godson, we are here to meet you. Poru glanced at him but didn't move, and Lancelot raised his head, his solid red eyes meeting Poru's gaze. Come on! My dear little prince. I'll take you home. Lancelot's eyes narrowed slightly. As he spoke, he and Mordred got up at the same time as Poru suddenly took a step towards the two of them.

The little policeman protected the unconscious Dora and hid behind a tree in the courtyard, and he tried to escape, but he couldn't take his eyes off Willis's tragic death. "Damn it!" No matter how much he cursed in his heart, he didn't realize that the fear in his heart had already made him lose the strength to resist or even flee. "Damn, I shouldn't have made a fuss at this time!" "I'm a full member of the Hunters' Guild."

"I am... I am..."

"I'm a cop!"

The little policeman was stunned, because the voice did not come from his mouth. At this time, he saw a young man in a student uniform standing in the doorway panting. "Ahh Oh, God! The police? Oh! Juvenile! Are you here to die? The little policeman exclaimed anxiously.

Lancelot squinted his eyes and asked the young man standing across from them, "Who are you?" At this time, the young man did not answer his question, but looked at Willis, who was lying in a pool of blood, with a look of horror in his eyes. Father! The young man rushed towards Willis without hesitation. He looked the corpse up and down in confusion. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him was his father.

Lancelot looked at him curiously: "Oh! I remember, you're that little boy, and your name is..."

"Custer. Roy ...... "At this point, Custer grabbed his father's whip and held it tightly in his hand. He slowly stood up with his head down. Lancelot thumped his hands and suddenly realized: "Oh! That's right! That's right! I didn't expect you to be so old, oh! It shouldn't be said that our little prince is also sixteen years old..."

"He's not your little prince, he's my brother Porukri. Roy!! Custer suddenly roared, his eyes were bloodshot with anger at this time, his face was full of murderous aura, his hands slowly emitted a white light at this time, and the whip in his hand seemed to sense his "holy light", and the whip body slowly lifted up like a snake and hovered around him.

"Did you kill my father?" Custer asked in a trembling voice, and Lancelot shrugged and explained, "Sheriff Roy is a very good hunter, and if I had the chance, I would really like to fight him in a dignified manner, but if something happened suddenly, we had no choice but to do it." ”

Custer: "All of a sudden? You've been preparing for years. Mordred said to Lancelot, "This kid already knows. Lancelot: "How could he not have known that he was an eyewitness to that event?" Custer: "No, I don't have any memories of that time, and my family told me. ”

Lancelot glanced at Poru: "Oh, then it seems that only our 'little prince' has been kept in the dark." Custer: "That's because we're going to protect him." Lancelot: "Hah! It seems that we should really thank you for helping us protect our 'little prince'. ”

Custer held the crack of his finger and said angrily, "I repeat, he doesn't belong to you monsters, he's a member of the Roy family!" It's my brother. Lancelot waved his finger: "Stubborn young man! Keep your eyes open and take a good look, he's exactly like a vampire now, do you still want to classify him as one of the kind? Can you still hide the facts? If you let him go to your camp, do you think the hunters will let him go? ”

At this time, Custer glanced at the silver-haired and red-eyed Poru who was standing next to Lancelot: "Poru, can you hear me?" I'm Custer! Lancelot shook his head: "It's useless, the vampire's soul has awakened, he can only smell the scent of the vampire hunter on you now, and you are now his enemy." ”

Custer: "No! Poru! Are you really going to go with the enemy who killed your father? Are you going to abandon your mother and me? Custer was making a final persuasion, and he didn't want to draw a sword with his brother.

"Mom... Mother... Many... Pull..."Poru's red pupils changed slightly, and Lancelot pulled out his knight's sword at this time: "Oh! That's the end of the lobbying, young man, I ask you again, do you really want to fight? Mordred snorted coldly at this time: "Are you still going to let him go?" Lancelot laughed but didn't say a word. Many... Pull... Dangerous... Someone...... I'm going to kill him..."Poru spoke, his voice low and hoarse, and slowly raised his arm to straddle Lancelot and Mordred, he turned his back to them and pointed at Custer and said, "Take him... Leave it to me. ”

Mordred glanced at Lancelot, who thought for a moment and sheathed the knight's sword before saying, "This is the first order of the godson." Mordred: "Can you take the consequences?" Lancelot: "Are you and I still afraid that we won't be able to finish the show?" Mordred whispered expressionlessly, "Never underestimate any opponent." ”

Lancelot smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes, I didn't underestimate him, I just didn't want to disobey the order, and...."His red eyes looked at Poru, who was facing away from him: "If we disobey the order, we may really not be able to deal with it!" ”

Mordred then put the two short daggers in his sleeve and said to Lancelot, "I hope you are right." Lancelot folded his arms and made a gesture of watching the battle: "Enjoy the first battle of the 'Little Prince'!" (To be continued......)