In the dark of midnight, the deep clouds kept fading the moonlight, and the stars in the night sky shimmered dimly.

The sound of the hoofs of the deer pulling the sled was particularly clear on the silent snowfield, as if beating a dark drum.

"Today may be my eleventh birthday."

Sigrid looked up at the moon, her purple eyes reflecting the moonlight, as if she had thought of something.

Except when she was very young, when her parents were still there, she had a decent birthday, and later even she forgot about her birthday.

It's definitely past zero o'clock now, maybe three or four o'clock.

It's a new day, yes.

"Huh."

Ranch blinked in surprise.

A child's birthday can be said to be a very important event, and it must not be ignored.

But now that the two of them were out of town, they couldn't buy Seagrid a cake or a gift to celebrate.

"Do you have any wishes?"

Ranch leaned forward slightly and asked.

Since you can't celebrate her birthday right away, it's better to ask her what she wants.

After all, the essence of celebration is to make the other person happy.

Sigrid leaned back in the sleigh chair, her expression unchanged.

She thought about it for a long time.

I found that I didn't even have anything I really wanted.

Finally.

"I hope there won't be another person like me in this world."

She said softly, a white mist rising at the corners of her mouth.

"Everyone can live in a prosperous world."

"Plenty of food and clothing, contented, do whatever you want."

Her slight tone also showed that she understood that this was a dream that was destined to be unattainable in reality.

“……”

Ranch cupped his chin and pondered Sigrid's words.

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to Sigrid.

Because he is not really from this era.

And as history.

Everyone he saw in this day and age.

In fact, fate has long been predestined.

"That's right, Rocky."

Sigrid spoke, interrupting Ranchi's thoughts,

"I'll only take you to the Demon Realm, and other things have nothing to do with me."

"Hmm."

Lanchi raised his eyes in response.

They had talked about it before they set off, and now the trip was finally coming to an end.

"Whether you can come back next or not is none of my business."

Sigrid continued.

"Hmm."

Ranch hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Although having a companion on the road made him feel much happier from the bottom of his heart, the seven days passed in a flash.

But the journey always has a beginning and an end, and everyone has their own path.

Ranch never forced someone to be with him.

"I'm in a better mood now, though."

Sigrid said calmly.

The surrounding taiga rustles in the night wind, and the shadows of the trees sway.

Occasionally, there was a rapid sound of an animal in the woods, perhaps a nocturnal beast searching for its prey, or perhaps disturbed by the fear of the unknown.

The voices of the maiden and the young man on the sleigh were swept away and swallowed by the night wind.

Suddenly.

Before she could finish speaking, Sigrid's eyes froze and she tightened her reins.

The deer let out a low, uneasy roar, its breath condensing into a cloud of mist in the cold air.

Ignoring the out-of-control Deer, Sigrid grabbed Ranch's wrist in the back row and jumped out of the car with him.

The figures of the two crossed a curve in the air, and then landed heavily on the snow.

The snowflakes were stirred up by their fall, like flying flakes in a strong wind, and countless white fragments swirled and flew in the air, and the sky was full of snow and mist.

The heavy sound of the wind and snow and the sound of her heartbeat made her feel tingling and buzzing in her ears and brain.

Sigrid tried again and again to stabilize her body, but she was constantly challenged by the slippery snow, and finally, more than ten meters away, Sigrid finally stood firm and stepped on the thick layer of snow.

Snowflakes soon covered their bodies, as if they were freshly finished works on a winter canvas.

Sigrid clasped Rankie's wrist tightly, holding him steady and dragging him behind her, breathing heavily.

Snowflakes fell on her eyelashes, and her purple eyes shimmered with determination and ferocity.

Lan Qi looked at the small figure in front of him with some surprise.

But under her determined gaze, all doubts became irrelevant.

Look ahead.

In this dark snowfield, everything seems to freeze.

In the distance, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, slowly covering the starry sky.

These dark clouds, like a huge black hand, are quietly reaching out to this snowy field.

"You're very sharp, little one."

In the bottomless curtain of wind and snow, a mysterious figure slowly walked out.

Tall, thin, and dressed in a long, dark cloak, his face barely visible in the shadows, except for his blood-colored eyes, which were particularly clear in the night.

His delicate appearance, pale and noble in the reflection of the scattered snowflakes and moonlight, seemed to be out of place in this world.

Behind him, on this snowfield of eternal night, a sharp crack has opened at some point—

The two sturdy bodies of the deer slammed to the ground, breaking the silence, and were engulfed in ice and snow, and the snowflakes splashed and oozing blood, slowly spreading through the snow, turning into two blooming blood-colored roses.

Far away.

The oppressive feeling of that magic made Lanchi feel a little uncomfortable in the distance.

He felt Sigrid's cold hands tremble.

Sigrid said that she had nothing to fear from the sixth order.

And the ancestor of the blood clan of the eighth order marquis and above has been monitored by the demon realm for many years, and if the ancestor of the blood clan goes north, it will definitely cause the first move on the demon side.

Then it can make Sigrid instinctively wary like this, it is obvious that the other party is the strongest blood clan existence under the ancestor, the seventh-order earl bloodline.

In the land of eternal night, the blood clan has successfully infiltrated through the east and west sides.

"I followed you all the way, I thought I wouldn't find a chance, but I didn't expect you to come to the Demon Realm."

When Count Gregory appeared, the entire snowfield sank into a kind of depression, and the air became so heavy that even the sound of snowflakes falling seemed to be suppressed.

He took two or three steps, each step as if he was treading an invisible rhythm, leaving Sigrid with an unspeakable fear.

The invisible magic seemed to be able to perceive every movement in a person's body, and no small movement or thought could escape his prediction.

As if sensing Sigray's ferocity like a beast, Count Grigory smiled in vain and raised his hands.

"Don't be afraid, you see, I didn't mean to hurt you for a long time."

Count Grigory had no further intention of attacking, but stopped and stood at a distance.

There was a slight smile in his eyes that was indistinguishable from playfulness and sincerity.

In fact, whether the other party resists or flees, it makes no difference to him.

His power [Blood Chaser] can map a large area of space in any environment, accurately capturing any tiny movement and breath, and no matter how hidden his whereabouts are, he cannot escape his perception.

This is why he was sent to the Land of Eternal Night as a Vanguard.

Whether it's hiding from the demon powerhouse or the orc lord, or capturing a weak enemy, it's up to him to do nothing.

According to the report of the branch minister of Sebas lurking in the Chamber of Commerce, the craftsman of the Pyrant Empire has a considerable trust from the Great Lord, and the distance between the two city-states is not so long, and there are orc Great Lords in front and behind.

Intercept them halfway, and if the time drags on for a long time, it is very likely that the orc lord will detect it and anger them.

Fighting head-on, as a reconnaissance specialized count, he doesn't want to face those orc lords who are thick-skinned and can go berserk.

As a result, it was a coincidence that this imperial craftsman did not choose to return in Little Night City, but continued to march in the direction of the Demon Realm.

Grigory observed with interest the thin human figures of the two.

Until now, Count Gregory can believe that no matter what happens, the orc lord will not be aware of it, and according to the "Treaty of the North and South", the demons on the border of the demon realm will not be able to interfere with the blood clan even if they are aware of it.

And now that the Blood Clan and the Demon Clan are about to try to negotiate peace, the Fourth Ancestor and the Tenth Ancestor will officially go to the Demon Realm in the near future, and the Demon Clan will not dare to offend him as a Blood Earl.

(End of chapter)