Every human being is connected by an invisible thread from birth, and this is called destiny.

In the god-dominated worldview, human beings cannot control their own destiny and can only choose to accept it, so those who wish to rebel against their destiny can only pin this wish on another being.

Demon.

Although the gods have long since become a thing of the past, human beings have taken it upon themselves to carry the banner of the gods, and all kinds of people who claim to be "servants of the gods" walk on this road.

The age of the gods has passed, and the chaos that belongs to mankind has just come, and in such a bad time, all actions that are contrary to the gods are sinful.

The worst of these is magic.

Among the various forms of magic that are collectively referred to as black magic, including alchemy, there is an advent magic that is very popular with humans who lived in darkness at that time.

It is a magic that places hopes and wishes, and is able to summon distant beings from the back of the world to this land through sacrifices and incantations.

After countless failed attempts to summon the gods, this magic has been judged to be evil magic that can only summon demons.

However, because of this, the wishes of those gods that cannot be fulfilled are fulfilled by people using this kind of advent magic.

Scarlett.

As one of the minor lords of this chaotic era, Scarlett, like many obscure small families, survives in his small territory by relying on the shadow of his ancestors.

If there is anything special about this family, it is probably that they have a special bloodline.

It was an evil bloodline that would lead to destruction if it was exposed, and with a hint of the blood of the Grand Duke of Wallachia, they were distinguished from ordinary humans by their bones.

It's a pity that after several generations of inheritance, the power in the bloodline has been diluted to an almost incalculable level, and the unwilling Scarlet family has to pin their last hope on magic.

Having nearly exhausted the wealth that the Scarlett family had stored over the years, they placed the treasure and spell on the altar, along with the newborn Scarlett's child.

She was carefully selected, and in today's decaying bloodline, there are still special cases that can awaken the possibility of that evil bloodline.

The Scarlett family had been preparing for this ceremony for several years, but the result was far from expected.

Success—or so to speak, the Scarlett family has finally awakened the vampire veins of their dreams, but with it comes the symbol of the devil, the fearsome bat wing.

Although he got a child with vampire blood, the characteristics of the demon doomed this child to be unable to appear on the stage as the heir of the Scarlett family, after all, it was impossible for a single person to fight against the group of fanatics in the church.

Remilia Scarlett.

The newborn vampire was given such a name, and then the dungeon beneath the castle became her home for the rest of her life.

She was considered a failure, as the batwing that could not be freely recovered doomed her to conceal her demonic identity.

However, simply abandoning or killing Remilia made the Scarlett family feel that it was too much pity, so they had to lock her in a dimly lit dungeon most of the time like a wild beast, and only let her out during some unsightly actions.

Over time, the Scarlet family saw Remilia as a sharp dagger and a dangerous tool.

Probably because of the twin bloodlines of demons and vampires, Remilia has grown up in an unbelievable way, even though no one has taught her in years.

Not only physically, but also mentally she has a very extreme tendency.

The collar around her neck and the chains of the dungeon restricted her freedom, and the Scarlett family, who had created it all, including herself, had become the most hated existence in her heart.

Countless times she tried to escape from this devil's cage, but she couldn't.

The Scarlet family has a very terrifying supervision of her, in addition to restraining herself through powerful spells, even if she is chained to a dungeon, there must be more than three knights guarding her.

You can't run away.

Disappointed, Remilia had no choice but to be indifferently at the mercy of the Scarlett family, while slowly increasing her strength.

The days and nights of imprisonment in her cell had blurred her concept of time, and it was only when she accepted the task of attacking a caravan passing through the territory that she learned from the knights who accompanied her that she had been in the world for five years.

Led by the knight's chains attached to their collars, they lurked in the woods by the roadside, quietly watching the caravan's movements.

"Hey, is that really an ordinary caravan?" Looking at the burly caravan leader, one of Scarlet's knights couldn't help but say, "That big guy doesn't look like an ordinary merchant at all. ”

"If it's really an ordinary caravan, how can we be put in charge," the other knight said unconcernedly, "and we still have this monster in our hands." ”

As he spoke, he tugged at the chains around Remilia's neck, as if hoping to hear her respond, but the light and heavy hand tripped her to the ground, and the knight smiled mockingly.

The faces of the people in the group were different, but no one was willing to stand up for Remilia and say something.

In normal times, when encountering such rough treatment, although Remilia could not make a direct resistance in action, she would not silently choose to accept it.

But this time, she didn't react at all.

Even when she was dragged to the ground, her eyes never left the caravan, to be precise, the ordinary carriage in the middle of the caravan, which seemed to have something on it, attracting Remilia's attention.

It was a feeling she had never felt before, as if some incredible thread was pulling at her, she couldn't take her eyes off it, and she didn't even notice the humiliation of the people around her.

The knight holding the chain could not wait for the monster's grinning resistance, and his interest slowly waned, he pursed his lips, and after watching the caravan march more than halfway, he immediately put away his joking expression and half-raised a hand.

"Ready."

The other knights slowly put on their helmets, drew their long swords at their waists, and waited for his order: "Move!" ”

With a roar of rage, the knights struck their way out of the woods on either side and headed straight for the caravan, while the knight who led Remilia loosened his chains and pressed his sword to the side of her cheek.

"Kill the leader." The knight's orders were cold and threatening, and as the knight in charge of controlling Remilia, he was powerful in his own right.

The chill on her blade brought Remilia back to her senses, and her cold gaze met that of the knight, and she quickly bowed her head silently as if defeated.

"Up."

Urged by the knight, Remilia flew out like a bow and arrow, but instead of the leader of the caravan, she was aiming at the carriage that attracted her.