Ariana of the Nellari family, born Ariana Beatrice Lucille Renault, daughter of Heracles Renault and Diana Anjou, descendant of the first. He was a friend of Himina, Nashoba, Isaac, Roth, Merritt, and others. Marquette's Guardian.

And very angry.

I fended off Lambert's stab before his sword stabbed me in the heart. It slipped along the armor and dug a furrow in my flesh. I grabbed the hilt of my sword and dragged it forward until it was deep into the woods. Dig out the claws. I writhed, sliced, grabbed Lambert's arm and sliced him to the bone. He hissed in pain.

I'm not done yet.

I urged him. I had a knife and he didn't have anything, the sword stuck in the thick wood behind me. He blocks and dodges, but not enough. His clothes were half blackened with blood. Conquer and devour.

Lambert winced, grabbing something from his chest. My next hit was blocked by a shield!?

Dodge.

I threw myself under a paw, blocked a foot, and I was pushed back, and when I looked up, Lambert was tearing something with his left hand.

Yes.

To be fair, I should have expected that.

Lambert is a damn mage.

"I confess, your stupid barbarism has given you a certain degree of resilience. I guess I'm going to have to work hard to get you down. ”

Not good. I dived to the side of the boat and picked up my spear. I rushed forward. I didn't know he could act! I don't even know how good he is.

It's going to be a close fight. I've got to get this done quickly.

I'm running faster than before.

"Bind!"

Huge red shackles peek out from the gloves. They hissed and slid towards me like snakes. My paws glow blue. I can only resist such a powerful spell once before I run out of energy. It doesn't matter. I just need to try once.

I slapped the spell off.

Lambert's face widened in surprise. Shut down. Stab!

"Shield!"

"Pierce!"

The tip of the spear glittered with Sivaya's gift. The Blue Court's expertise clashes with Lancaster's spells.

The tip of a spear pierces the chest of an enemy like a hot knife pierces butter. I lifted his body and slammed him to the ground, pinning him like an insect.

Yes.

Yes!

No...

Wait, there's something...

“Bi

d," a voice coughed.

I dodged, but angry links followed me and found me. They wrapped around my arms and pulled me to the ground. So heavy. It hurts my heart. All harm.

Lambert grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled the blade out of the bleeding lung. He vomited a mouthful of blood and slowly stood up. Impossible! That's impossible! No vampire can stand after losing a heart. This idea is ridiculous! Our hearts, our hearts! How is it! I can't!

"Never thought ......," he coughed up bloodshot from his lips, "you're going to push me to this point...... Very few people know about it. He added with a smirk as he gripped the hilt of the spear.

"Smash".

The pole with a slight magic snapped between his fingers.

I... Don't understand.

Lambert stood up in pain, a wicked smile on his face. The chains bound me, stretching from his gloves to my chest. The rope stinged my bones and stung my wound on the left side. Without the power of the elves, I would have screamed.

"Your efforts don't matter. You can't do anything now, and you'll end up alone in the end. ”

"I'm never alone."

"You ......"

Lambert screamed to dodge a silver brawl. His attention was interrupted, and the shackles disappeared.

"Your servant will not save you."

"I'll admit the timing was impeccable, but that's not what I mean."

He's right, I'm at my wit's end. All I have left is A.

I picked up the silver bottle on my chest, opened the cap, and put the contents inside. Cheers!

I despise the world. I despise it and the people inside. It's monotonous and tedious. They are uninspired fools. I just want to go back, so I'm putting my wisdom to work on a problem that's holding us back: how to open a way back when the obstacles on this side are so dense.

I will definitely succeed.

My gaze rested on the mountains of notes in the borrowed studio. I need to take a break. My fiancé was on it, entertaining guests, hanging around. I don't know how he did it, but I'm in favor of it. The Blue Court is as full of intrigue as the Summer Court. I am glad to have trusted such a keen and resourceful person so that I can concentrate on my research. He is a competent lover and this is very helpful to me.

On the other table is a side hustle project. Sinid gave her his own blood as a symbol of trust and favor. In order to properly protect the blood, it is necessary to maintain the work of the container.

She... Larger than life. Of course, as monotonous as everyone else, but at least there is a spark, there is motivation. Maybe I'm too arrogant with her. It's not because she's lower than me that I don't respect her and don't appreciate her. Virtue does not come from others, but from ourselves.

I got closer. I will return this artifact with a gift. Don't say that Sivaya of the Blue Court is ungrateful. Don't say she doesn't support her husband's plans, no matter how ...... they are Off color.

I carefully unscrewed the cap, stinging my fingers. A drop is filled with my immortal essence and mixed with the gifts of summer. The blood of the royal couple, given gratuitously with our blessing. Hopefully, one day she will realize its value and her heart will be filled with joy.

Always in front, struggle, always in front, not enough, always in front, thirsty! It's too much, it's too much. Vitality and strength carry me like a torrent and a tide! They are everywhere, they don't stop, there's always more. My heart was exploding, and it was exploding again and again. This energy goes into my bones, ligaments, organs, everywhere! They forced themselves into my body and then became me, and then more people came and became me. It doesn't stop. There's more of me, more of my essence, and mine. More. My master has the same power in his blood, but it can't stop me, it can't make me breathe. I should be the size of a barn, but it manages to cram itself into my little frame, and there's more!

From my heart, I felt something beating and found an echo somewhere above. It beats again and again, each wave of energy drilling into my essence and becoming mine. My wounds have been healing for a long time. My exhaustion was washed away in an instant. Lambert stood here, moving like a slug, with fear on his face I could break his neck, but I couldn't, because I couldn't! I could only endure the waves washing over me, washing over me, and then being replaced by another wave. Now the pulse is quickening and I can feel it. My essence reverberates from my heart to the rest of my body. My essence. I could feel my essence, for the first time ever.

It is mine, mine, and is in charge of the watchman. I don't have a human soul. My aura swelled with unprecedented strength.

I am...... Guru!

That force stopped because it had pushed me to the limit, pushed me to the edge. I felt jerky and tender, but now the power flowed through my veins, eager to be harnessed. It purrs like a big cat. So much energy. I can do anything!

"Laugh!"

I put my hand in Lambert's face. A rune appeared in the air, which I saw in a dream, when Nelari killed Wolfgang and the army lined up against him. A red branch emerged from the tree and crashed through a hastily erected shield. Lambert screamed, and his arm instantly turned into a mummy. His blood flowed back into my body like a drop of water in the ocean. I'm doing magic! How could I not? I am a goddess.

How is that cockroach still alive? The power swelled like a bubble and I saw his essence concentrated around his heart, which was on the wrong side of his chest! Is this how he survived? Circus tricks? Ridiculous.

I can't help him now. He ran, no, he limped away. I've hurt him so much. I raised a hand, and the spearhead jumped uninvited. I don't need to run.

“Hea

tseeke

.”

The tip of the gun exploded, piercing the thug's chest, two walls, and crashing into a blacksmith's shop with a deafening thud. It's as simple as that. The prey lies on the ground, motionless. I reached out again, and the body was dragged towards me, but at a slower pace. There was a power outage. Why?

Lambert's merciless body was right in front of me. I knelt down and grabbed him by the collar. Ignoring his panicked eyes, I pushed his head back, revealing his snow-white neck.

I took a bite.

I know the taste should be delicate, but my senses are dull. A lot has happened. The strength in me has faded away. Everything else seeped into my heart as fast as it could, completing the transition. I was distressed. Except for tiredness.

When I fell, a pair of strong arms lifted me up. I saw the most tender smile on John's ugly face.

"I'll help you now."

I'm safe. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the darkness.