1348, winter.

In the city of Tingen in the Kingdom of Rune, the weather is getting colder, signaling the arrival of winter.

Thin feathers of fine snow danced merrily in the air, eventually falling into the warm earth.

In a delicate house with white walls and brown tiles, a pale hand gently brushed the curtains made of light gauze and pushed open the windows, allowing the cold wind to blow into the house with the laughter of children.

"To

Mr. Emlyn White:

Have you been feeling well lately? I've heard that Intis has recently invented a more realistic puppet, and I just need to go to Intis to do some errands, do you need me to bring one back for you?

I'd like to ask you a question about your Bloodline. You say you were created by your ancestors, so does the higher sequence of the 'Vampire' path have the ability to create life? If you have time, can you help me find the answer? Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't find it.

Your Forever Friend:

Sissel Nietin"

The middle-aged gentleman, whose hair was as dull as lime and whose eyes were as bright as stars, put down the quill in his hand, looked at the white scenery outside the window, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"It's snowing again......"

Beside him, an owl of unknown species picked up an envelope and flapped its wings to Beckland at a great speed in the vast snow.

The spirit was triggered, and Sissel Nietin looked at his adopted son Leonard Mitchell, who was hurrying back outside the door, and greeted him with a smile.

"Daddy......"

As soon as the black-haired and green-eyed Leonard entered the door, he lay on the sofa without grace, looking at the white and clean ceiling with a sullen expression.

"What's wrong?"

Sissel was keenly aware of Leonard's foul "demonic" aura, but asked without saying anything:

"Isn't your work going well lately?"

Leonard nodded tiredly, sometimes he really wanted to tell his dad some truths about the world.

It's a pity that the night watchmen don't allow it.

The old man inside him didn't allow it either.

"Are you stupid? This kind of thing can not involve the family, but it will not be involved. ”

Parles Zoroaster chuckled in Leonard's head, causing Leonard to complain:

"Old man, you're embarrassed to say! Surely you already found out by then! ”

Recently he and his captain Dunn Smith were confronted with a tricky case.

In the north of the city of Tingen, a serial murderer who specializes in the murder of underage girls has appeared.

His whereabouts are uncertain, elusive, and every girl is disemboweled, and she dies blindly.

The night watchmen believe that this murderer is most likely extraordinary.

According to the only eyewitness, the killer was a tall man who used a slender rope.

Now their clues are broken again, and it is clear that the murderer is in front of him, but in the blink of an eye, he disappears!

"Why should I remind you?" Parles asked rhetorically.

In front of Sissel, Leonard would not make a big move, so he had to roll his eyes quietly.

"If you let Daddy come, it won't be just like this......"

Leonard thought to himself that he had faith in Sissel.

"You still want to rely on your adoptive father? Although he is indeed powerful, he is just an ordinary person. ”

"Shut up!"

"Respect the old and love the young! Respect the old and love the young! ”

Sissel listened to the bickering between the two of them, and felt that the anchor of his humanity was a little stronger.

His lips curled in a slight arc, and he closed his eyes, wielding a hint of "guidance" authority.

Airplanes!

Buzzing!

His inspiration spreads like a tidal wave, covering everything and finding the truth in the shadows.

Got it.

Hodelstraße 21 in the south of the city of Tingen.

It is indeed a sequence 6 "Demon" of the "criminal" pathway.

…… There is no feedback, this is a wild "demon".

Sissel moved his mind slightly, and the figure of the "demon" was erased in an instant.

-- Reduced to "unknown".

Didn't exist, didn't exist.

The "demon" probably didn't know why he died until he died.

I don't know who I live by, and I don't know why I die...... Sissel opened his deep purple eyes, and there seemed to be starlight jumping in them.

He looked at Leonard, who was still arguing with Pales, and said with a smile:

"So, shall we start lunch?"

……

Night fell quietly, and shooting stars dragged their silver tails across the sky.

Sissel picked up the inconspicuous silver pocket watch on the table, looked at the hands on it that no longer jumped, and said:

"May 8, 1344, Kingdom of Intis, capital Trier."

With that, a cloud-like mist spread out before his eyes, enveloping him in it.

Scenes from the past quickly passed before his eyes, and Sissel hesitated and chose the image of himself feeding the pigeons in the square.

Sou!

The fog reluctantly lifted, and when Sissel opened his eyes again, he saw the empty square.

The pool beside him was still squirting water, and the statue of the child was molded into the pool, allowing the water to flow on him.

Sissel moved his muscles and bones to close his eyes again, using the authority of "guidance" to find things.

Now, "he" becomes "he."

The whole kingdom was covered with His inspiration, causing him to hear the whisper of dreams in his ears all the time.

This has undoubtedly caught the attention of those sequence 0s, but so what?

Sissel even smiled kindly in the sky, as if mocking silently.

The wrath of the eternal sun came upon him, not to defeat him, but to drive him away, like a plague god.

The firelight illuminates the deep darkness of the night, as if to swear the wrath of its master.

Sissel didn't care about that, anyway, there were so many hatreds for his existence, and no one more eternal sun would be of any difference.

But the god of steam and machinery...... He has never been able to fathom his attitude, and even if he asks, he will not reply......

Sissel raised his hand slightly, his lips opened slightly, and his voice was ethereal:

"'It never appeared.'"

The attack instantly extinguished the fire and dumbled the cannon.

"Don't worry, I won't be here for long."

Well...... Indeed, what He wanted was not here.

His "core" is not here.

When he used his "unknown" authority to penetrate the primordial barrier and enter the earth in the Second Age, he was plotted by the remnants of the "Lord of Mysteries" and "God".

He desperately retained his authority, but he lost the "core", and even the essentia was sealed somewhere by the "master of mysteries". He fell into a long, quiet slumber.

The loss of essentia greatly weakened His power, but the loss of the "core" made him unable to find his "self".

His humanity seems to be very strong, but in fact it is empty, and without a "core", he cannot truly have a human nature.

Why does He want humanity......

It had been so long that He had forgotten the answer to that question......

Searching over and over again, He was tireless, like an emotionless machine.

He needed a "core," not for strength, but for ...... For the sake of true humanity.

As for essentia, He is not in a hurry.

Sissel's eyes were downcast, and he stood there for a moment, then went to buy a delicate-skinned doll and a knick-knack that Leonard liked.

……

Sou!

Sissel returned home and casually placed the doll in the cupboard.

He looked at the starry sky dotted with stars, and he didn't know what emotion was in his heart.

And Parles seemed to sense something, and whispered in an incredible tone in the sleeping Leonard's mind:

“…… Outer gods? ”