Chapter 563: Sigrid Felt as if She Had a Very Long Dream
Chapter 563: Sigrid Felt as if She Had a Very Long Dream
Lanci gazed at Sigrid's diminutive figure, exhaling a thin mist.
"Let's return to the Rante Empire."
He remained as gentle as ever.
Going further ahead was not where she belonged.
He reached into the inner pocket of his coat and produced six distinct badges.
Earlier, when they bid farewell, the Grand Lord of Little Stone City, Algom, had reluctantly wished him a safe journey and presented him with a commemorative badge symbolizing their friendship.
Later, he came to understand that this was the Grand Lord's family crest, signifying that he would forever be an ally and a cherished guest. Every lord of the subsequent city-states had given him one, explaining its significance.
Giving these badges to Sigrid would likely ensure that she received much care along her journey.
Before he could finish,
"Rocky McCarthy... That little she-wolf is already under my locking spell... The Fourth Progenitor will find her sooner or later... Hehehe..."
The eerie, intermittent laughter of Count Gregory reverberated across the snowy field, lingering like a curse even as it was buried by the wind and snow.
"If you have the guts, keep her by your side..."
After all, as a vampire count, he was immortal. In two weeks, the Fourth Progenitor, Duke Eduardo, would arrive in the Demon World, and he would surely discover this she-wolf and commence his retribution.
This she-wolf was the one they, as vampires, could never let go.
One day, she would grow stronger than her father, and with the hatred etched into her heart, she would become an unpredictable catastrophe for the vampire race.
"My Lord!"
Upon hearing this, Officer Luca immediately signaled for his men to control the Count's head, preventing him from further provoking and offending the Great Demon.
He then turned his gaze to the little girl standing behind Lanci.
Although the relationship between the little girl and the Great Demon seemed amicable, it was ultimately just the Great Demon indulging her in human games.
The Fourth Progenitor, Duke Eduardo, was a wise and formidable vampire, a fallen lord that even the Demon Capital could hardly contend with. A little girl held no value that warranted the Great Demon to forge a deadly feud with such a powerful vampire.
"......"
Sigrid remained silent, clutching Lanci's coat tightly.
She lowered her head, pressing it against Lanci's back.
It was as if, in her last act of stubbornness, she was silently conveying a message to Lanci.
"Then I have no choice."
Lanci sighed in resignation and turned to look at Sigrid,
"We may need to make some modifications to our contract. Are you willing to accompany me on a trip to the Demon World?"
Despite his transformation into a demon, with his emerald pupils exuding an otherworldly aura, the depths of his eyes still conveyed the same message: Leaving you alone truly worries me.
Sigrid stared at Lanci, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Finally, like a child, she threw her head back and burst into tears.
After losing her parents, she had never cried like this again. It was as if all the pent-up grievances, fears, and despair in her heart could now be released.
Her tears streamed down her cheeks relentlessly, her sobs a mix of indescribable grievances and inexplicable comfort—a gratitude for the continuation of life and a farewell to the horrors she had endured.
"At your age, cry if you want to. I thought you were acting too mature before."
Lanci crouched down and gently patted Sigrid's beret.
Sigrid's hand remained clasped around his other sleeve, as if he were her sole anchor of stability in the midst of all the turmoil.
After careful consideration, Lanci realized that Sigrid was just a child who had barely turned eleven, and he felt her resilience in the face of adversity was heart-wrenching.
"You've endured much misfortune and have been forced to become strong, yet you're still being pursued day after day, none of which is your fault," Lanci said with a gentle smile.
She took a few sharp breaths, wanting to agree, but her chest felt frozen, and she couldn't get the words out.
"Sigrid, you're just a child, and none of this is your fault from start to finish," Lanci said again, his tone more resolute.
"Waaahhh..."
In Sigrid's moist, misty eyes, the desire to live on and seek a gentle future had been reignited.
After an unknown amount of time, she seemed to have cried herself out and, already exhausted, gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep in Lanci's arms, lulled by his voice.
Lanci could only hold her and look towards Major Luca in the midst of the wind and snow.
"Major Luca, I'm afraid I must trouble you to escort me to the Demon World. Additionally, I would appreciate it if you could keep my identity a secret. I'm merely a foreign demon merchant. As for handling the border identity issues, I will also have to trouble you, Major Luca."
There was also a vampire count on the ground who needed to be transported to the Demon King's city.
"Of course, it would be my honor to assist you."
The Demon World officer bowed to Lanci.
Even without the status of a Great Demon, the six badges from the Beastman City-States that the Great Demon had taken out earlier were astonishing. As a demon merchant, if he could obtain unrestricted passage through the Beastman City-States of the Land of Eternal Night, the power and convenience that came with it would be enough to earn the enthusiastic favor of countless Demon World business associations.
...
In the northern continent of the mortal realm, the Protoss Empire.
In a private mansion on the top floor of a tall building in the center of Helrom City, the owner of the house seemed to still be sleeping in even at noon.
"Mmm... yawn..."
The slightly warm midday air made her body feel warm, and she moved about under the blanket.
While Sigrid was by no means a lazy person, the dreams she had been having lately felt too real, making it hard to wake up.
"Another amazing dream."
Sigrid rubbed her eyes, which refused to open, and yawned, her voice sounding weary.
It must be because she missed him too much that she kept dreaming about him like this.
This time, it seemed like a nightmare, causing her to break out in a cold sweat, but when she tried to recall it, the dream had moments of wonder that even a sweet dream couldn't compare to.
In her dream, she was a child, and she could act coquettish towards him without restraint.
"Let me have a lucid dream, let me have a lucid dream!"
Sigrid poked her temples, vowing that if she became a child and dreamed of Lanci again in the future, she would definitely remember something in the dream, even if it was just for a while, so that she could tease Lanci.
She carefully remembered for a moment.
She walked to the window and opened it, letting the refreshing breeze of Helrom at noon blow gently into the bedroom.
The pleasant feeling made her smile, and she placed her hands on the windowsill, leaning out with her upper body.
It was a scenery she was familiar with and fond of.
The sky was still a soft orange, and the noon sun shone on Helrom, making the skyscrapers shine, the outline of the ancient church, and the other-dimensional floating road surface even more dazzling.
"I wonder what kind of dream I'll have tomorrow."
She didn't hold back from letting her cheeks bask in the golden light, murmuring softly.
(End of Chapter)
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