There had been no trouble in moving minorities out of Marquette University, and the few concerned had decided their own fate. Dream Hotel and Main Street are unrestricted, which makes my store more popular among tourists and our reputation is higher than ever. At the same time, the new district opened, and I put more effort into keeping it well supplied than I thought it would. Many of my suppliers even refused to enter the place, and I was forced to arrange my own distribution system, which in turn put me in a monopoly position. I could easily turn their lives into hell if I wanted to, and the memory of Nami's words will live forever.

On the military side, when an army led by the Sokhs called the "Black Hawks" tried to resettle the lands they had "ceded" in the Treaty, our militia was immediately deployed. The group was formed by fighters from several tribes and had some initial successes, including raids on settlers and killing, mutilating, and scalping men, women, and children. This has triggered a mass exodus of isolated immigrants. They came to Marquette in groups of threes and fives, and with their families and livestock, they camped in large convoys in fallow fields on the edge of town. Circles of tents emerged from the ground like mushrooms after rain, crowded with men and women with menacing eyes. They live in unhealthy conditions that are incomparable to those in the slums.

The newcomers are wary of everyone, including each other. Tension and mistrust will cause more trouble for my new constituency. Over the next few weeks, I had to deploy Harrigan's squad several times to hit some people before they could come up with stupid ideas. The hatred between the newcomers and the "real" citizens of Marquette burned strongly.

Paranoia runs rampant. Most of the fighting between the militia and the Indians was skirmishes, but upon hearing these reports, thousands of bloodthirsty barbarians soon poured into the town, raping and plundering to their heart's content. I don't even think they started with a thousand people.

Panic makes people feel cornered and aggressive. Marquette turned into a powder keg of tension and deep-seated resentment. I had to keep a few of my Creeks wearing white armbands all the time to distinguish them from the hostile locals. All public gatherings were banned, and any brawls were severely suppressed so as not to turn into mass riots.

Then, because of the calamity, May brought us a cholera epidemic. Seeing people stain themselves to death makes me truly grateful for my immortality. We even lost a couple of girls, which was very frustrating. Disease is not an opponent I can easily slaughter. There is nothing I can do in the face of this invisible enemy. Without the means of retaliation, I decided to stop our normal operations to help fight the pandemic, in between, renovating and investing in weapons, this year will certainly be a loss for me. It doesn't matter, it's an investment.

This utter chaos has reduced the amount of time I can spend on aura training, running out with Métis and fighting Nami. Poor Eko

The girl was getting more and more restless in such a small city, so from June I allowed her to wander around the land and tell me if she found anything interesting.

At the same time, news of the war restored the confidence of the militia after the victory at Horseshoe Bend. That epic battle was nothing more than 30 people killing 11 people, but judging by the civilian accounts, it could have been another Waterloo. Still, the immigrants began to return home, which lightened the burden on the town.

I don't know mortals anymore. I've been killing 11 people, and you've never seen me march through the streets with a flag. Phew.

Anyway, my mood improved a lot when my recent purchases were transported to town by a convoy.

June 3, 1832 by Richard Dawkins, T

"Ariana?"

"Yes, Alexandra?"

"I told you to call me Merritt!" Why are you laughing in the hallway? It's not good for your image. ”

"I'm very happy."

"What the hell happened to make you so happy?" Merritt asked, this is the image of suspicion.

"My courier arrived. We go, we go. Hurry!"

We left the dream with John. I walked through the crowd at dusk, and they separated to let me through. Some of them even greeted me. Since I spent my money on fulfilling my civic duties, my reputation has improved so much that even some respected citizens ignore the source of my wealth. A delightful development.

Travel fast. In a few minutes, we arrived at the warehouse area and my destination.

"Where is it?" Where are they?" I asked the first person I knew.

When the foreman realized that he had hit the wall and answered my question that it was the safest way to save himself, he stopped backing away.

"In ...... Here it is!"

Ignoring the poor turf, I walked into a smaller barn and found my little darling well protected by a tarp. That's right. They're here!

Behind me, Merritt whispered to the man.

"Why is she smiling like that?" I was so scared. ”

"I don't know..."

Fool! Can't they see the beauty in front of them?

"John! Help me take the quilt off. ”

We peel back the tarp to reveal a shiny steel stomach, sweet and lubricated.

"Those are...... Oh. Oh no. ”

"That's right, Merritt. Indulge in state-of-the-art, rifled, limb-towed 12-pounder field guns. In a revolutionary new technology, they use balls that are slightly larger than the hole so that they can come into contact with the grooves for a sweet spin. This will greatly improve accuracy, understand? With this, I can make a hole in a man's navel, big enough to put down a hand, and two hundred paces away, his crotch is intact!"

If there's any sign of their faces, it's that I lost them when I was "stiff on all fours." Phew, it doesn't matter that those pagans can't appreciate the good things in life. I smiled and stroked my little darlings. You're just waiting for me to drag you out into the field for testing and then, what is this? In addition to the expected two guns, there was a third gun. A small, thick thing with a red lid. I picked up a small envelope attached to it and read the contents excitedly.

"Arian,

Please accept this humble gift as a token of my gratitude and wish you success. Now that you have a mage in your service, I'm sure you'll find a use for it. After all, it's your prize.

With all my friendships.

Me".

After a while, I lifted the lid and said nothing. Merritt walked past me and, after examining the complicated work in front of her, asked:

"What's that, does it look like a gun?"

"Dear Merritt, this is Scarbrand's Rune Mortar, a magical artifact that can cast a burning spell from a mile away to burn enemies to ashes. And you will be the operator of it. ”

The red-haired girl's eyes widened in amazement because she knew what terrible damage they could cause together. It's perfect, it's perfect. I bask in the afterglow of all this exploding stuff that I have now. Oh, I'm so happy. If only Daddy could see me! Yesterday it was a rifle, today it was a cannon, tomorrow, who knows? The ship of this line? There are a lot of problems that I can solve with contempt and gunpowder. I can't wait.

Whatever storm comes to me, I hope they're ready because I'm pretty sure.

I only had two weeks to train the poor artillerymen, a thankless task involving a lot of math and a lot of screaming, before the unexpected happened. At midnight in June, I felt a powerful magical pulse coming from far east. Its power shines like a beacon and needs attention.

It has already begun.

June 19th 1832

With the exception of the Herald, I have never felt such a powerful aura. Its flavor is spicy and surprisingly concentrated. Since this is a powerful spell that I don't understand, I naturally think it's bad news. I decided to go out first to see what we were up against, while Merritt, John, and the rest of the odd squads packed up their things. They would meet me at a safe house before dawn, and I do hope that the situation will be resolved by then, though I don't have much hope. My own backpack is ready, now I just need to change my clothes and ride out.

As the Métis and I ran across the plains, Marquette's architecture and civilization fell behind me. It's the most annoying time of the year. I had to spend so much time sleeping that every second was precious, and most of the time was spent working on dreams and all my new projects. I'm so happy to steal this moment with the Métis people, the night, and the endless sky. I don't need to think about politics, either for humans or for my fellow vampires. There is no need to maintain appearances and to live up to expectations. The plane is unbeatable, especially for me, I grew up in the swampy south. Sometimes, a gust of wind blows and caresses my skin, bringing with it the scent of sap and dry plants, making the grass around us dance like waves on the ocean. We carved a path in the sea, leaving behind meadows, forests, and vast fields, always in an infinite green, with only the boundless midnight blue above. Life around us is vibrant, insects and beasts hunting, mating or dying, and while I prefer winter, I have to admit that there is a charm to this season.

Nightmares are also happy to let go, I can see it. I may be able to outrun her in the short distance, but she is unbeatable in the long distance. It's also exciting to step on a hellish carnivorous warhorse that doesn't know what to fear. I already have a spear. I'm just missing a flag and a helmet, and some fancy robes like the Knights of the Round Table. What should I shout when charging? What am I fighting for?

Blood, freedom and gunpowder?

Well.

Not bad.

I tried it and a few others as well, and I didn't stop until something caught my eye.

In front of me, at a bend in the road, a lake was surrounded by a lake that had been turned into a pond due to the dry weather. A few trees obscured the path ahead, and a peculiar glow caught my eye. I close my eyes and focus.

Heartbeat, at least twice. This is an ambush. I'm so excited! I've never been robbed in all these years, unless I'm looking. Could it be that I'm finally lucky? I can distract myself before the inevitable showdown.

As I dragged Métis to a center, she snorted expectantly. Sometimes, I don't know how smart she really is. Obviously, she is smarter than some. I just don't know how much she can understand. We passed around the bend, and the trees obscured the moon and cast us into deep shadows. The pond is now to my left, in front of me and to my right, and the plain seems to be forever dotted with the occasional tree. The largest white oak tree I have ever seen stood at the top of a small hill, and someone had put a noose around one of its lower branches. How weird!

"Come out." I calmly ordered.

Judge Sullivan's two deputies came out of the forest hideaway behind me, like children sneaking up on the spot. One of them was a blonde man, I remember he was kind, but shy, and the other was a quiet, sturdy man with gray ribs. I smiled. Given the character of the judge, I should have expected this. I just didn't expect him to be so cheeky. Hanging me is sure to get a lot of attention. What the hell was he thinking?

Another lanky officer and Sullivan came out further away, and I think they were the ones who stopped me, and the people behind me were tasked with cutting off my escape. I guess it might work, although I can't help but feel like it's a bit amateurish. I would arrange for a man to shoot the horse on the other side of the road, in case my prey tries to escape across the plains. I'll also get my people to draw their weapons. What if I start running now? How long will it be before they fumble their muskets in the dark to shoot? So clumsy.

The four men approached me, and I think they were trying to intimidate me. This effect is undermined by two things. First of all, they behave like docile virgins, and in a way they really are. Second, they stared blankly at my clothes and gear like hillbillies instead of staying stoic. Even Sullivan's eyes widened in surprise.

I wore a harmless travel cloak instead of my battle robe, but I was still unsaddled and my legs were almost horizontally wrapped around the side of the Métis, which was unusual to say the least. I'm sure they were also taken aback by the evil-looking spear in my hand. I think it's fun to play the victim in the following play, unfortunately it's absolutely impossible to behave harmlessly while riding a Métis, even without weapons. She's too dangerous, my cute little bucktooth charger. Since I can't fool them, I can only assume that I feel absolutely confident at the moment, and because they seem hesitant, I'll turn on the game. I began with my most arrogant voice:

"I must admit that I expected very little from you, and I am still disappointed. Highway bandits, really? How did you get to this point, Sullivan?"

"It's not banditry, it's justice!" He argued.

"Judgment in the dead of night? No witnesses?"

"You left me with no choice, witch. Your claws have penetrated deep into this town, and the only way to get rid of the corpses is to cut off the infected limbs. I'm sorry things have come to this point......"

"Lies".

"But now only God can judge me."

"He's already said it, and I believe the exact one is 'Thou shalt not kill.'"

And the book of Exodus says that a witch shall not be allowed to live. He replied with anger in his eyes.

"You're all here, are you sure I'm a witch?" So sure, in fact, are you willing to ignore the law and put me to death? Is it your faith and determination?"

"Yes," he replied with increasing agitation, "for we are the hand of God, with one purpose, chosen to carry out his punishment!"

I hope they aren't, otherwise humanity is finished.

"United, where's Douglas?" I asked naively.

After a bounty hunter took one lieutenant, there were only four lieutenants left here, one of whom blended slightly more with the town than the others. I noticed that he was absent. Sullivan hesitated for a moment, as it reminded him that his men were not as loyal to his cause as they seemed.

"You've captured his heart with your magic, he's too weak to do what needs to be done!"

"Have you ever thought that maybe the town let me stay here for a reason, and the four of you could be wrong?"

"I don't doubt it at all! My faith protects me from your vicious words," Sullivan replied firmly, but it was too late. Two of his men don't seem to be interested in secret lynching. I realized that I could kill them all and end the matter, but I had to deal with the disappearance of a senior official and his subordinates, who might have notified someone that they were after me. It would be much more efficient if I could control the situation in my favor. I'm a courtier, not some bloodthirsty idiot, after all. Let us see Si

How productive EAD's curriculum is.

From this situation, I can tell that two of them may change sides, although Sullivan and the last one are so determined that I have to crush their minds to make any progress. It's time to prove my point, and I want to defend myself, just this once.

"You believe that my influence comes from witchcraft, or from some strange pleasure magic, blinding men with sexual promises. You think I'm a parasite that sucks up life and corrupts the souls of its inhabitants. You couldn't be more wrong. The people of the city tolerated me, because many of them remember the days before the "dream" appeared, when it was just a mud pit on the border. They remember life without my job, and you never ask. When I came, the girls were already selling themselves and the men were already drunk. When I first arrived, the bodies of prostitutes were found every five months, and the bodies of miners were found every two months. The corpses have been abandoned for too long, and you can follow the trail of maggots they leave behind, all the way to the cemetery, where people set off like animals behind barns or on rotting hay buckets. They were all sick, covered in sores, with missing teeth and scars on their faces, what a sad sight. Any pass can end with a knife in the stomach, and every bottle of moonshine is the poison that waits. Pain is the norm, chaos is the law. That's what I found, that's what I've changed. ”

I feel like I'm getting more energetic.

"I have made a safe place for those poor people so that no one can get food from their suffering. I brought them safe bedrooms to work and sleep in, and I brought them warm food and wine that wasn't made from sawdust. I make rules and force them to follow etiquette and make them feel like they're human. I disarmed them, ruled them justly, and I have protected them ever since. That's why I'm tolerated because I've become the last safety net for desperate people, no one is going to do it, and everyone is better for it.

You know this if you have a moment to think, or if you rely on your powers of observation rather than blind faith to make sense of the world. You don't. The loyalty I have earned, I have earned. Do you believe John was under a spell? When I picked him up from the street, I could wrap two fingers around his wrist. Oscar? Someone cut him down from a tree and let him slowly suffocate. Kitty? She was almost beaten to death by her depraved brother. That's why they accepted me, not because of the spell, but because I showed them human dignity and you whitewashed ladies and respectable gentlemen didn't, and you? You come here with the town's tarnished faith, flaunting with your weight and your books, expecting some kind of recognition? You don't even realize that I did more for this place in one day than I did after you came.

When you don't get the recognition you expect, you don't ask yourself if you're guilty of pride. No, you just throw everything you swore to maintain into the gutter to assassinate a woman like some vulgar roadblocker, in the dead of night, in the middle of nowhere. You hide like a coward because you know that the people can't stand this ridiculous verdict because you can't face your own inadequacy. You even hide from your own colleagues! You, defenders of justice? Don't make me laugh. This is not the justice you seek, but a vile revenge on your wounded self-esteem. Come, look me in the eye and tell me it's God's will. Tell me you can go back to Chicago and announce what you've done without getting hanged!"

My agitated statement was met with a shocked silence, and I realized that I might have gone a little too far. I was surprised myself. Maybe I do have a little bit of frustration after that self-righteous idiot harassed me for a few months.

The first to recover was the deputy sheriff to my left. He stroked his messy blonde hair with his gloved hand and said to his boss in a helpless tone.

"She's right, we shouldn't hang her. We should take her to another town, and if she's really a witch, they can burn her to death. ”

"Fool, she'll do magic on them too!" We are committed to this. Imagine what would happen to you if she ran away now?"

"What kind of justice doesn't need witnesses?" I interjected.

My heart is in turmoil. If it's not because of the trap, it's like losing the quarrel won't be the end for me. I suddenly realized a terrible truth.

I care about the University. It's true. I don't like my situation, and I don't like being isolated from my own kind. I hate the smell of burning coal and human feces. In my night, the loud shouting, singing, and singing surrounded me, making me want to wipe them all out. However, despite this, I don't want them to suffer. They are mine. I protected them, and those who have grown into something useful or served me fill my heart with pride. They are the result of my efforts, my ...... My theme.

Is that what the verdict is? How could the Master travel around like a nasty tramp, he could have done that? Raise these fragile mortals into a fleeting and bright light. It feels very valuable.

At the same time, the arguments between the two sides continued. On one side was Sullivan, and on the other was the long, lanky man who was getting angrier, visibly nervous. On the other side is the blonde man, arguing about stupid concepts like due process, habeas corpus, and all sorts of goodies that frontier people don't care about. He was supported by Mr. Stokee, whose name I never thought of, but who was clearly a staunch supporter of the equal application of the law. His low, but frequent, "That's right" needle-like blonde hair stepped forward, giving him the legitimacy he needed to face the judge.

A great debate.

However, no matter how interesting their moral doubts may be, I shouldn't have stayed to listen. I came as planned. There's still a very powerful spell to deal with a few miles to the east, and I'd rather fix that before it explodes, or turn everything within a 10-mile radius into turnips.

I know how to get around.

Sullivan still wore a cross on his tie, the glaring thing, the warning aura it carried, forced me to look away. It's unbelievable how much will be exposed if they try to drive me away, or if they take a closer look at the spear I'm holding. Paradoxically, it is civilization that protects both sides. If they had given up the shackles of the law, we could have been stuck in the Middle Ages from the beginning. Of course, I'll tear them to shreds, but my identity will be damaged by it, maybe to the point where I'll have to disappear.

Well, I really need to focus.

Mr. Skinny gave me a great opportunity. He did not wear a cross, and his paranoid mind had already created danger where there was no danger. I touched his eyes and immediately wrapped him up. I took my fear to new heights. He can see monsters everywhere now.

That's right. Your life is in danger. Your doom has come.

When his fear peaked, I nudged Metis gently, and she let out a soft cry and took a step to the side.

That's enough for my goals. His hand had been hanging over the handle of the pistol, and he suddenly pounced and grabbed the weapon. He took it out before he could think about it.

"Guns!" I screamed good-naturedly.

In an instant, everything went haywire. The blonde and pork chop held up their skinny aim and swayed between the three of us. Sullivan also raised an engraved rifle. I pretended to be scared and flinched.

From under my arm, I caught the thin man's thoughts, forcing him to make a terrible reflex. His fingers tightened the trigger. In the open night, the gunfire sounded unusually loud.

"Step down! Sullivan yelled, a little late. Others held back at the last moment, even though tensions were flinching.

"She's a witch!" She is, don't you understand? Burn her, burn that witch! The thin man screamed hysterically. Others didn't react, but the moment broke what little neighborhood they had. Sullivan frowned in frustration, barely able to control his anger, as he felt it too. I'm now faced with a choice. I can start a carnage, or I can take this as a victory and focus on my original mission. In the end, pragmatism won out. I hope I can end this once and for all, I just don't want to pay the price. Humility is a virtue that I rarely have had the opportunity to practice.

I hope Nami or Si

EAD is here where we can do something interesting. Now I have to retire obediently.

It's time for me to go.

"I'm leaving, let you solve your problems. I'm not going to stop for anyone, so if you're going to shoot me, it's best to do it now. ”

Then I won't have to go that far to skin your pathetic skin.

I shoved a slightly grumpy Métis forward. Although I wasn't too worried, the smart girl could tell that she was just missing a meal. There will be more soon.

The horse led me slowly through the motionless men, and then I began to jog, and as I passed them, it quickly turned into a gallop.

I handled it well, and I don't regret not hanging Sullivan from that stupid tree with his own entrails and setting it on fire. No! No regrets.

Well, I have regrets, but I'm proud that I managed to act like an adult and patient vampire. He has now completely lost credibility and will no longer be a problem, even in the eyes of his own men. If he dares to be there again, I will call the militia to arrest him. The only thing that surprised me was that they didn't comment on my appearance. My horse and spear deserve at least some comment.

I decided to put it all behind me and refocus my attention on the beacon of power that was beating gently in front of me. I'm almost at the safe house, but I'm still far from it. Even at such a distance, the power of this aura is incomprehensible. It's hard for me to accept that something so huge exists in our reality because it feels more like the kind of spell that a blue court can produce. The closer I got to the truth, the more I realized that if it was a personal act, there was little I could do to stop it. I just hope they put their heart and soul into it.

I quickly reached the safe house, left a message for the others, and moved on. The vast plains soon turned into valleys, and I began to see more variations in the landscape. The trail itself winds its way between rocky outcrops and dense woods. Pine trees have replaced oak trees, and moss has replaced grass. All in all, it took me another two hours to find out. Just as I was passing through an empty valley, a gap in the ridge on one side of me gave me a glimpse of the fire. I slowly took a turn and climbed up a small plateau to see what I was dealing with.

In a small basin half a mile wide in front of me, a force of the most peculiar and striking troops was assembled. A hundred men and women of different ethnicities and ages are busy in a makeshift camp. Tents and wagons were spread out in a haphazard manner, and the floor was littered with fires, quilts and personal belongings for cooking. The place is disorganized and unorganized, which is a reflection of its inhabitants. Except for one man who was as fat as if he had escaped from a circus, everyone else was fatally thin, ragged, disheveled, and haggard. The whole place feels like the most miserable refugee camp ever. The only thing missing is a crying child. However, in the middle of it, there stood two circles of people, who raised their hands and shouted. The power they exude is amazing, and the essence they weave is so powerful that it can be seen with the naked eye. Strangely colored swirls danced in the air, as ephemeral as flames. Sometimes, I feel like I've seen unfamiliar landscapes, and at one point, even a city made entirely of bones. Out of curiosity, I was always looking, looking for priority targets. I was taken aback when I realized what was missing.

There is no leader in this place.

Sometimes, a lost soul will stand up and take the place of a spellcaster who stumbles from the circle to a cot or cooking pit. A small group of people gathered together, separated again, whispered, but without a focal point, without an entity to command the poor group.

I don't understand. My intuition and experience tell me it's impossible. Such a large army simply cannot function, let alone this group of scoundrels. There's something in this that I can't understand.

I'll have to ask.

I stood up and cautiously walked down the hill. There are a hundred people here, and I bet they're too eclectic and don't know each other very well. I believe that with a little charisma, I can infiltrate their ranks.

But first, I had to go to the right. Yes, that's right. Something was calling me, buzzing in the back of my head, and I couldn't ignore it. I'm sure I'll find some answers out there when my instincts fail me. It's really common. No, my instincts have never let me down, although it's not always wise to blindly follow them. That's not what I'm going to do right now. I was very careful. Yes, I can tell now that the people below are all untrained mages like Debbie. They are not in danger to me, so I can move on and everything will be fine. It's completely safe.

My footsteps led me along the edge of the basin to a small mound overlooking the basin. It appears to have a promontory at the top, but the walls are steep. I turned around to the right and left the camp and a few lights behind me.

The trail was deserted. Wait, what am I doing? I'm just doing what I have to do, investigating this strange situation. I kept walking, and the cliff was on my left. If I can find an easy way up the mountain, I will be able to rise from the promontory I just saw. Yes, it seems reasonable. I should have climbed up to find a way because I am a civilized person and don't want the mud to stain my beautiful clothes.

It only took me a minute to find an enticing entrance. A tunnel was dug in the stone. On each side of the entrance is a pair of stylized lion statues, with lit sconces underneath. The light and perfume have a strangely soothing feeling. That's what I'm looking for. No, wait, that's wrong and that's what I'm looking for.

Await. This is absolutely wrong. I've seen this before. When I was with Bingle and the Blood Cult. Master has been looking for something similar...... I've been spelled?!

A huge wave of happiness flowed through my mind and wrapped me in a cozy cocoon. The presence it shows abandons stealth in favor of a more direct approach, and I can't stop this attack. It's not something I want to stop. The vibe is benevolent and feels like ......

It felt like family.

And this scent. Warm sun shines on the scorching sand, flowers, spices. It's so strange, yet so familiar.

I walked forward calmly. I'm going to her now, because there's no other choice. I can't stop myself, just as I can't stop the sun from rising.

The stone corridor leads to a rectangular stone room with a small pond decorated by creepers. A square hole in the ceiling allows me to see the stars and the watchman. I lost myself in his comforting hug, which emitted a cooing sensation like someone seeing a puppy. A door leads further afield. I passed by a bedroom, a laboratory, and a small indoor garden. The place is luxurious and intimate, like the Queen's private residence. Then, the passage stretched upwards, and I finally set foot on the cape.

My mind froze.

Pure surprise broke the fog that I found myself under compulsion. What I see is impossible, and there are many signs that suggest it. I knew I was stuck like a hillbilly and couldn't stop.

I stood on the edge of a circle, and once again dug through the stone by unknown means. A pair of chairs, a table, two cups, and a teapot stood on the edge of the most complex circle of incantations I've ever seen. The entire surface of the circle is engraved with golden runes, so thin and precise that they are actually a work of art. This delicate work makes Loth's efforts look like childish graffiti. It's a magic that shouldn't be there. It's a world-changing thing.

In one of the seats, a lady rests gracefully.

Once, I read how Helen of Troy provoked a war that lasted for ten years, and how Cleopatra seduced the first emperor of Rome. I think these stories are stupid. Of course, no one is beautiful enough to change the course of history.

Now, though, I can believe it.

She wore a white robe of exquisite workmanship, tied around her waist with a gold rope. Her curls were as black as night and as bright as stars. Her heart-shaped face is sensual and generous, her lips are ruby and her skin is golden. Raphael or Vermeer could spend hours painting the crooks of her arms, the shadows of her calves, and without drawing them, they would still paint a masterpiece. She is the embodiment of beauty, and I know her.

Once, I drank the most powerful blood in the world, and I remembered an ancient ruler who inspired an entire civilization. The Master didn't see her beauty, or rather, it didn't matter to him. She was there from the beginning. She channeled his hand and his anger. She gave him the defective elixir of life so that he would not succumb to his wounds.

He called her mother.

Now she's here, right in front of my eyes. Three thousand years later, her heart is still beating and her breath is still supporting her perfect breasts. I blurted out words to confirm this mirage.

"Queen Semiremis".

She turned and smiled with an otherworldly gaze that even Sinid couldn't match. I wish I could seize this moment and remember it forever. Unsurprisingly, she has a beautiful voice and is an energetic mezzo-soprano with a subtle lightness that captivates the ear.

"Hello, little one. What a surprise to see you here. Come and sit. Join me. I insist. ”