The meaning of the Council of Elders could not be clearer, from the perspective of their interests, Enola is an immeasurable treasure among the aristocratic forces, and in a joking way, whoever marries Enola will dominate the aristocratic power of the entire human race for the rest of his life.

Jory suddenly intervened, and it was strange that the mercenary nobles were willing to give up.

When night fell, Jory, who was driven back to his room to rest, lay in bed for a long time before falling asleep.

The night was as lonely as snow, and it wasn't until dawn that the sun returned to the land that Enola came and knocked on Jory's door.

It's a pity that Enola knocked for a long time, and no one opened the door for her. After pushing the red door twice, Enola, dressed in a pajama dress, took a few steps back, turned and walked down the steps. Standing in the courtyard illuminated by the morning light, she seemed to be covered with a layer of bright light all over her body in a white nightdress.

And the warm smile that this woman showed made her even more dazzling.

A woman who is full of yearning for the future and sincerely happy about life, her charm is limitless.

"Sister, hasn't your husband woken up yet?"

Another woman, dressed in a white nightdress, walked gently into the courtyard. Lodaia, whose dark purple curls were tied into a bunch, came behind Enola, her warm eyes looked at the woman squatting by the flowers, she squatted down together, looked at Enola who was flicking the petals and smiled: "Sister, he hasn't seen the new you yet, you can't hold it anymore." ”

"What a brand new ......," Enola glanced at Lodaia reproachfully, and warned her with her eyes not to talk nonsense.

After a pause, Enola withdrew her hand, she stared at the flowers and said, "Actually, what I owe you is not just a personal favor, your help to me has made me let go of my biggest troubles...... Thank you! ”

"Nothing, that's what I'm supposed to do. Watching two people who love each other can't really be together for a variety of reasons...... I can't stand it. "Lodaia seemed to see her past self, and she used to be the same, and Powell. Oren saw each other day and night, but she always felt that there was an insurmountable gap between her and Powell. Powell is a human lord, she is a succubus, so she is similar to Enola, the only difference is that the identities of Jory and Enola are only reversed.

This is also one of the reasons why Enola and Lodaia are close, they are both the same kind of people, and Enola completely let go of the mustard and accepted Lodaia's biggest relationship. It was she who gave Enola back hope of being a woman, and the help that Lodaia gave her was tantamount to the grace of recreating a woman.

"I'm already looking forward to my sister's beauty when she wears her wedding dress." Lodaia clasped her hands, and her charming face showed a look of fascination.

Enola pursed her lips and suppressed a happy smile, she was also in her heart, and began to look forward to the wedding day in two weeks. The day before, she had not been frightened by the hasty arrival of the wedding, and now, Enola could not wait for that day to come. According to Lodaia's promises, she will be a complete woman a week before the wedding.

"Two distinguished ladies—"

On the other side of the courtyard. The family private soldiers accompanying Lodia walked into the guest quarters, and two handsome soldiers in gorgeous bright red military uniforms, wearing white feathered military hats, walked slowly all the way through the beautiful men who came out of a fairy tale.

I saw my own guards coming. Lodaia turned her head and smiled at Enola in a low voice, "Sister, don't look at my private soldiers like little white faces, their strength will surprise you." ”

"I see." Enola had a faint smile on her face, as if she was radiating light. looked at the two handsome private soldiers who came over: "These two people have seen blood, a lot of blood." Their red uniforms reminded me of Jory's blood-colored trench coat......"

"By the way, what about Mr. Jory?"

It was only after Enola mentioned it again that Lodaia asked. Seriously, she really wanted to avoid the conversation about Jory, because Lodaia knew a terrible phenomenon. The superior demon, as long as you know his name, the superior demon may be able to sense your existence, the kind of idealistic power that can even distort reality, as long as you want to die, you can't escape.

Mortals have a sense of sensibility, the sixth sense, also known as the sense of the heart. When other people's eyes are staring at you behind you, maybe you will turn back on a whim to find something, this is a manifestation of the ability of the sixth sense, and the induction of the superior demon has long surpassed the sixth sense, so, the demon king who is higher than the upper demon, how rebellious will Jory's induction be? That's one of the reasons why Lodaia is afraid of Jory.

Not only did Lodaia ask about Jory again, but the two handsome privates came over and mentioned Enola's husband.

First bowed gracefully to their hostess, and the two beautiful men who hid their bloody aura under their gorgeous coats, they said to Enola in a gentle and respectful voice: "Ma'am, the priest of the Templar is turned away from the presbyterian church, and she asked us to bring you a word...... Do whatever you want, and if you have the chance, invite Mr. Jory to sit in the church. ”

Both women nodded slightly, and watched the two handsome private soldiers leave.

Sneakily squinting her eyes, Lodaia peeked at Enola, and she playfully stuck out her tongue: "The Templar wants to invite vampires as guests, why do I want to laugh......"

"It's useless for you to laugh, Jory, he's already gone......"

Raising her face, Enola looked towards Jory's room in the morning light.

Her smile is very beautiful, tranquil and looking forward to a happy future, the happiness of her heart, her faint smile can infect everyone's hearts.

Castlevania, the ...... of the Chaos Realm

Dressed in a dark red trench coat, Jory walked into the depths of the dark passage step by step with a quiet step.

The monsters that hid in their respective areas knelt down one by one as Jory walked forward. As Jory walked by, the cursed statue embedded in the wall raised its petrified arm and slammed it into his chest in salute. The ground was densely packed with blood worms, and they remained in a neat queue until Jory was gone, and they did not disperse until a long time.

"Prince......

"Your Majesty......"

With a hoarse voice, a muffled voice, or some eerie roar that didn't speak at all, Jory returned to his castle, and he made his way to the depths of the Chaos Realm, closed in an obstacle that his blood could open, and finally Jory came to a dark yellow gate.

This is a special place in Castlevania, it is in the Chaos Realm, it is a city within a city, and its name is - the Inviolable Realm.

Walking under the dark yellow gate, Jory stretched out his right hand and touched an inscription embedded in the door. Holding down the raised blade in the center of the engraving with his palm, Jory's palm pressed suddenly, and the blade suddenly penetrated the back of Jori's hand, and the blood flowed down at an abnormal rate, and soon filled the entire mark.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

Jory's blood was like a sweet spring in the desert, awakening the heavy gates. In a rumbling roar, the dark dark yellow city gate slowly rose. Before the gate could rise to the height of a normal person, Jory bent down and walked through the gap at the bottom.

The Inviolable Realm, restored from Castlevania to a great demon's lair that was once slain by Dracula, the entrance is just a bare barbaric grotto, which looks like the cave exit of a giant beast.

Regardless of whether the city gate was still open or not, Jory passed through a brief cavern when he heard a loud clanging sound in the distance, mixed with this thunderous roar, and Jory suddenly smiled.

It seems that I haven't officially tried it once......

Turning his neck twice, Jory looked at the straight cavern passage ahead, and he took a deep breath until his ribcage could hold more air.

On that day, he awakened the heart of a vampire, and with the help of the vampire's blood, Jory successfully atavized into a dragon.

On that day, the elven boy who refused to admit defeat, he lit the light of his soul and fought side by side with Jory, and he used his roar to guide the dragon to spit out his eyes.

Flame breath, whirlwind spirit, whispering of light and shadow, every dragon rune, combined into a dragon roar.

Looking at the straight passage and listening to the sound of battle in the distance, Jory recalled the image of the wind that appeared in his mind at that moment, and his mind sketched out his conjecture, expressing his understanding of the dragon rune with a roar.

Whisper of the Wind......

"Oh......"

Opening his mouth, Jory exhaled a long, continuous moan, and as his voice grew high-pitched, his murmur gradually turned into a high-pitched howl.

"Oh-oh-no!!"

Rumble!

Jori, whose legs were firmly planted in place, disappeared abruptly in the spot after a strange roar.

In the deep cavern, only a white line of air was stretched into a phantom. (To be continued......)