There was a tingling in her wrist, and Millie struggled to lift her hand and look through the dim light. It turned out that the bracelet she was wearing on her left hand had shattered, and the shards had pierced her skin, and red blood droplets rolled down like pearls.

It was a bracelet made of jade and gold, worn by Prince Ley on her left wrist. She was only seven years old at the time, and Corgate had just been weaned.

Prince Ley told her that she was the only one of the girls to be chosen, and that when she wore the bracelet, she was also the child of the Atio family. Her mission is to take care of Corgate as he grows from a babbling boy to a high-spirited teenager.

It was her Millie Carlis' honor.

The gold on the bracelet is carved into the shape of a cornflower, the national flower of the Byttin and Millie's favorite flower. Its flower language is encounter and happiness, and that's all she gets from the Atio family.

She prayed to God many times to thank Him for His grace and that He would protect Corment and his family forever. However, today, on the eve of Koment's ninth birthday, the bracelet shattered, and the family and empire that had been immortal for three hundred years would come to an end.

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Corgate had never felt the corridors of the castle so narrow, and the walls on either side of the walls with ancient paintings seemed to be squeezing towards the middle, overwhelming him. There was only one light every ten meters, and the light was even dimmer than in the bedroom. Running here is like walking in the streets of the night, silent and uninhabited.

The gem-encrusted dagger was unsheathed and held tightly in the palm of Koment's hand. He had been sweating, cold sweat from weakness and fear, and for the first time he had run in the corridors of the night, and his destination was still a temple full of dangers.

He was never a strong child, and he was hardly brave. Although he always stood out for his ability in terms of intelligence, he could only watch silently from the sidelines when the children of other royal families were learning swordsmanship. Doctors said that his heart was incomplete, he could not engage in strenuous exercise, and that he had to be taken care of by others.

But today, his mother finally granted his request, and the man who had promised him was now in danger, and no matter how fragile he was, he would try his first protection.

No matter how poor a princess is, she has a knight, and no matter how weak a knight is, she has a princess whom he must protect.

The door to the steam hall appeared at the end of the hallway, a red door filled with goose down. There were three hundred and twenty golden buttons on the door that could be pushed open from the middle to the inside.

At this moment, the red door was hidden, and the snow-white light and flowing bright red liquid came out of the cracks.

Komat's expression froze, and he saw the two corpses lying by the door, the two guards guarding the door. Their silver iron armor was torn apart, blood stained their bodies, and the head of one of the guards was missing, and their empty necks were as neat as if they had been cut by the blade of a guillotine.

Covering his mouth, he held back to keep himself from vomiting, it was not time to back down, he had to push the door open. He was convinced that his mother was still inside, and she was waiting for her son to come and save her.

Sirens sounded, like a demon on the run from hell whimpering. The sound of soldiers stumbling and running sounded in the corridor where they came, and the guys who were guarding outside the castle finally arrived with their weapons, how slow they were!

The blood from the corpse and the blood from the crack in the door pooled into a red stream that flowed through Cogate's feet. He didn't dare to take a big breath, he was afraid to smell the fishy smell, mixed with the scent of the blood of the Atio family. Someone is injured, but it's still their own relatives......

Cordant regretted that he had pushed open the red door, which for the eight-year-old was a gateway to hell. The white light illuminated everything, and all the scenes of grief and cruelty came into view. His incomplete heart had never beaten so violently, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

In the light stood a scrawny figure, his skin strangely sunken and yellowish-brown, clinging to his slender bones. His eyes were hollow, like a dry well, and there was nothing. Foul blood flowed down his protruding bone spurs and nails, and he was covered in blood, like a bloody garment.

None of them were the scariest, and Komenter stood stunned at the side of the conference table, recognizing the monster. He wears a leaning jacket with a gold cord buckle, slim-fitting trousers, knee-length leather boots, a floral scarf tied around his neckline, and a "Steam and Witchcraft" badge on his chest.

Even if he turned into a monster, Komet would recognize him. He was his own father, Prince of Bytin, husband of the Queen, Lye Atio.

Why did my father become like this? He's slaughtering! Blood hung from the corners of his mouth, and he had just bitten a foreign foreign secretary to death.

Kogate's hands trembled, and he felt like he had been thrown into a cave of ice. The enemy he faces is his father, the relatives who gave birth to him and raised him. He was stared at for a long time by those empty eyes, but he felt like he was looking at a demon, and the hand holding the sword finally let go, and he had to admit that he was just a child.

The child can't protect people, it's too weak, he shouldn't hold the sword at all, he is the object of protection.

The monster roared suddenly, and the joints of his body exploded, and he lunged at Koment. It was his prey, and he needed more blood to adorn his red saree.

"Nope! Kogate! The blue figure flashed out, pushing Kogate away, and the silver-white sword light greeted him, hugging the monster.

The emaciated Cordant fell out and slammed into a rolling decorative candelabra on the ground, the sharp metal edges piercing his left eye, turning everything in front of him red.

He sat on the ground with a frightened expression on his face. The figure that flashed out pierced the heart of the monster in his arms with his sword, but the monster was still not completely dead, and with a whooshing sound in his chest, he hugged his attacker tightly and retreated to the balcony on the side of the steam hall.

"Mom!" Corment shouted that the woman wielding the sword was none other than his mother, the only queen of the Bytin, Daria Atio. She was dressed in the same outfit as she had attended the conference, a tulle court skirt like a blue cornflower, and a deep blue coat like the sea. She carried a silver sword with a golden cross in it, which was Her Majesty's knight's sword.

"Mom!" Coment cried out again, his heart beating so fast that he would soon faint with cold sweat and blood, and the only thing that had kept him alive until now was a heart-rending pain.

Soldiers rushed into the gate, with submachine guns with bayonets in their hands. Everyone's expressions were horrified, and they shouted loudly, looking at the woman who was leaning against the balcony railing with the monster in her arms.

"Escort! Escort! Her Majesty is in danger! Someone shouted.

"Don't come here!" The Queen's voice was as cold as an iceberg, she was constantly wheezing, the blood of the monster in her arms stained her red, and her frosty face was obscured by the red mist.

"It's 'disconnection', I'm hurt, and I'm going to mutate soon." Queen Daria smiled shallowly, her husband had pierced her abdomen with a sharp nail before he died, and the warm blood was pouring to the ground, and the two of them seemed to be standing on the surface of the blood-colored sea.

"Coment," the queen gently evoked his name, "don't blame Daddy, and don't blame Mommy, everything you see is not the work of the Atio family, bloodlust and murder are the work of the devil." Wait until you grow up! Come back when you grow up...... You're just a kid now...... You're not ready to defend others......"

"You're not determined enough......"

After the queen finished speaking, she fell from the balcony with her husband in her arms, like an angel falling from the heavens, a mark of fire when a meteor broke through the night.