“…… When the bloodline curse awakens, the older the bloodline holder is as a woman, the more attractive she can become, and the wider the curse's area of influence, which needs to be sealed in time. ”

"The reason why my Blois family received this fate is not because of external coercion, but because my clan is the creator of sealing magic. In order to prevent the recurrence of great sins in the world, our race should make every effort to develop, pass on from generation to generation, and never decline, so that the great sin will never be bound to itself, so that the disaster of the ancient desert country will not be repeated again. ”

"Descendants of my people, I hope to remember."

In the deepest part of Fort Blois, the young head of the family, Eric Blois, sat down by the wall of the chamber and read the title page of the ancient family tree of the Blois family over and over again.

The text on it is written in ancient magic scripts, and when translated into modern languages, it seems quite stiff. But this thing will be passed down by the head of each generation, and its content will not make him have too many doubts.

"In other words, this curse was 'inherited' by the ancestors on their own initiative?" Blois threw the genealogy aside with a look of indignation, and said in annoyance, "What a joke! If you want to be the savior, you have to be the savior, of course no one will care about you, but why should you involve your own descendants? ”

"And...... And...... Why is it my daughter! ”

Beside him, Willy, who was still a newborn baby, curled up in Monsieur Blois's robe, floated lightly in mid-air about a foot above the ground.

Probably tired of crying just now, now she has squinted her eyes and fallen asleep sweetly.

Young Monsieur Blois turned his head to look at little Willy's delicate and fair face, and his anger turned to endless pity.

The title page of the ancient genealogy clearly states that he needs to activate the sealing magic array hidden under this secret room to seal the curse in his daughter's body.

And after the seal, you need to come back every once in a while to reinforce the seal.

Only in this way can the daughter live as a normal person, and the people around her will not kill each other because of that hateful curse and cause even greater disasters.

The price of being sealed is that his daughter will no longer be able to show her emotions. Not only will you not be able to smile when you are happy, but you will also be ruthlessly deprived of the right to cry out loud when you feel sad.

"'To avoid a great sin and to reappear in the world'...... Is it? Mr. Blois sneered, "Hmph...... 'Grave Sin'? Whose sin is this? Is it my daughter's sin? Or is it ...... Is it our husband and wife? ”

After a moment of silence, Mr. Blois picked up his wand, which he had thrown on the ground, because he was concerned about his wife in the delivery room. He then took his daughter back into his arms, then pointed his wand at the floor of the chamber.

"Blovatakwa."

This is the Blois family's Chamber of Secrets opening spell, and it only works if the bloodline matches. As the incantation was sung, the ground suddenly shuddered, and a passage opened in the center of the chamber that stretched downward.

There were a lot of things that were originally placed in the secret room, and some even fell directly into the tunnel, but Blois didn't care about them at all, and he walked straight into the dark tunnel.

In this tunnel, steps were carved out of the tunnel, and with each step, a candle automatically lit on the wall of the passage.

The tunnel was not long, and soon, when I stepped down the last step and stepped on the flat ground, the front suddenly lit up.

In front of him was a stone chamber that had been lit with a circle of candles, and there was nothing in the chamber except for the unfamiliar pentagram carved on the flat ground beneath his feet.

Although there are also many lines and runes in it, if you want to compare it with the circuit-type rune array that Maca figured out herself, the rune array of this pentagram pattern is obviously much more concise.

The sealing magic of the Blois family is the foundation of the family, and it is the ultimate reason why they have always been condescending in the French wizarding world.

In fact, the Blois family has experienced many extinction crises.

Although it is precisely because of this that when the family moved, the inheritance of the family also suffered a considerable loss, but the sealing magic that served as the last layer of insurance still remained after all.

Today, in Eric Blois's generation, even if only a few fur remains, it is still enough to make the Blois family stand at the top of the global wizarding world.

But even so, when Mr. Blois saw the pentagram on the ground, he could only look at it with a blank face.

"Now, we can only do what the genealogy says."

He looked down at little Willy in his arms again, and there were still a few tears on his immature face. When he reached out to wipe off those few points of crystal for his daughter, he couldn't help but withdraw his palm.

His hands were already covered with filthy dust, how could he let his daughter be filthy again?

With a slight wave of her wand, little Willy took her father's robe and floated to the center of the pentagram.

Her sweet sleeping face had a hint of ruddyness, as if she had just dreamed of some wonderful feeling, and her pink little mouth hooked up a reassuring arc.

Mr. Blois looked at the warm smile on little Willy's lips, and his heart ached like a pinprick.

"Let her laugh a little longer, and it will be fine for a while......"

However, at this moment, his mind was in a trance, and the space in front of him seemed to be folding, producing a puzzling distortion.

It's not like space is changing, it's changing...... It's his vision.

“…… No time. ”

What woke him up in the delivery room was the shattering of the necklace. But his awakening is not as eternal as the Gublai Immortal Fire.

Leave it to Mr. Blois...... No, it's time left for Willy, it's running out!

"Divided."

Without hesitation, Blois cast the spell and tore his wrist. Because of the urgency of time, the strength of the spell was really not well controlled, and the cross-shaped wound was deep enough to see the bones, and blood gushed out as if it didn't need money.

A large amount of blood flowed on the ground, and the five-pointed star array that touched the blood suddenly lit up, automatically pulling the crimson towards every notch in the array.

The faint blue brilliance gradually turned into a shocking crimson under the infection of blood.

"The genealogy flies in."

Blois waved his wand again, and the ancient genealogy that had landed on the upper level immediately hung in the air, flying all the way in front of him. He flicked the tip of his staff and unfolded the title page, but his distorted vision made it impossible for him to even read the words on it.

He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, laboriously deciphering each crooked demonic character. The shaking of his vision made him sick, and the loss of blood made him lose his strength, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

One syllable after another popped out of his mouth, and each syllable was covered with blood-colored arrays, and the light was even brighter. The runes and lines on the ground gradually broke free of the nicks and floated to the plane where little Willy was.

At the same time, on that white and cute little face, the curvature of the corners of the mouth is disappearing little by little.

When the entire pentagram was complete, as the last syllable from Blois's mouth spat out, the array shrank and turned into a blood-colored mark the size of a badge on little Willy's chest.

"Bang!"

Mr. Blois's eyes darkened, and he fell to his knees on the cold, hard ground.

Although the hallucinations in his senses had completely subsided, the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss had made his breathing slight and rapid.

“…… Willy ...... My daughter. ”

Ignoring the drowsiness in his head, he rolled over and lay on his back on the ground, stretched out his wand with difficulty, and let little Willy, who was still hanging in the air, fall gently into his arms.

Looking at his expressionless daughter, he once again remembered the smile on the corner of Xiao Weili's mouth just now. In a moment of heartache, he opened his mouth and let out a silent cry that resounded through his heart.

How could he, the most incompetent father in the world, wake up his poor daughter with this most aggrieved roar?

……

The doom of the Blois family did not end there; And Eric Blois's bad luck this time has not ended there.

The nativity feast at Fort Blois was interrupted, and all the guests were invited out of the castle.

In the midst of the snowfall, the pure-blood wizards of the French wizarding world gathered around the brazier with their family and friends after dinner, and naturally there was another topic to talk about.

Of course, the Blois family only gave a reluctantly plausible explanation, but rumors spread among the purebloods.

Of course, for outsiders, that's all there is to it.

But for Monsieur Blois, his doom deepened day by day.

Little Willy is growing up in a woody way, her face is expressionless every day, and the hair that grows is a slightly crystalline snow white.

Mr. Blois's wife, Willy's mother, has been affected by illusions, postpartum hemorrhage, and magical confinement, and her physical condition is constantly deteriorating.

In the eyes of others, Xiao Weili's gradual growth seems to have been exchanged for sucking her mother's life day and night.

Panic built up irrepressibly in the minds of the minions of Fort Blois.

But Madame de Blois turned a blind eye to the rumors in the castle, and she cared for her daughter with pity, and even when she was seriously ill that she could not even get out of bed, she remained with little Willy all the time.

On her face, she always maintained a gentle smile, without the slightest wavering.

It was not until the third winter of Willy's birth that the young Madame de Blois passed away with a smile on her face as a light snow fell softly on the spire of the tallest tower in Fort Blois.

Little Willy, who turned three years old in a day, sat quietly in her crib, watching her mother gradually become cold with a blank face.

In the heart of little Willy, who has not yet understood, only the remaining smile on her mother's face has left an imprint forever.

“…… Mom. ”

Willy, who spoke late, pronounced the word so clearly for the first time.