My Players Are So Fierce

“Right?”

The Lord’s rebuke softened on his final sentence, even becoming somewhat neurotically melancholic.

Faced with his question, Old Edward couldn’t hold it together anymore.

A distorted expression crossed his somber face, seemingly lost in ancient memories that twisted his brow in anguish.

After several seconds, he spoke softly:

“Yes, I know, those memories…

about the fog of the era before our time, those forever forgotten memories, about our origin, about the original sin of our blood race!”

“Even now, I can occasionally see some disjointed and fragmentary images.

In those images, I can see you, Salockdale, Oksana, and Charlemagne.

I can even see myself.

But I cannot comprehend what we were doing in those images!

I can’t even confirm whether those memories truly existed in our eternal, cursed life without origin or end, without coming or going!

It might just be illusions, eccentric illusions formed from the keen perception of our golden life towards subspace.

But what I can confirm!

The death of Charlemagne and Salockdale from the disaster of subspace is not a coincidence, that dangerous power, those dangerous shadows have always been beckoning and luring us.

You and I…

We resisted that call.

But in the end, Salockdale couldn’t hold out.

He responded!

That’s why he went mad, that’s why he destroyed his own clan with his own hands, that’s why he created a terrible aberration.

I am even guessing, the so-called ‘Dusk’ is an organization fantasized by Salokdale, perhaps it was a lie produced from the cruel torment of his mentality by the subspace?”

“No, they do exist.”

Lord Pa Ying waved his hand in a tired gesture.

He had asked all his questions and Old Edward had passed this questioning, it was time to say goodbye.

He said:

“‘Dusk’ is an organization active in the shadows, over the past century, all the hidden and disastrous incidents related to subspace on the entire continent have more or less involved them.

I have locked onto several of their members, I will handle the following matters.

You!

Do not pursue anything related to them.

Salokdale is a painful example, but Edward, your indifference while your brother fell into the pit of subspace and your lack of help upset me.

Eleven hundred years ago, on the day we, the original blood race, helped each other out of the Dark Mountain Range, we made an oath…”

“Ah?

Did we?”

Old Edward was bewildered.

He raised his head, surprised as he looked at Lord Pa Ying, he asked:

“My earliest memory before our era was being awakened by you at the foot of the Wasteland Mountain.

You told me you had forgotten your past and I was the same.

Did…

did we really make any strange promises?”

“We did.”

Lord Pa Ying looked into Edward’s eyes, he said:

“You, me, Charlemagne, Oksana, Salockdale, and Constantius, the six of us made a promise, to lead the blood race to thrive and continue civilization in an unfamiliar continent.

But only Constantius and I remembered all this.

After Constantius disappeared mysteriously, I became the only one keeping the memory of that initial oath.

Now, only you and I, the ancient ones, are left.

Edward, if one day you suddenly remember those memories from before our era, you must remember to tell me.”

You must stay away from subspace!

Nothing good will be born from there.”

Finishing, Lord Pa Ying put away the holy spear and walked towards the study door.

Before leaving, he looked back at Old Edward, who was still seated in the chair, holding his head deep in thought, and said:

“I think you should thank the Blood Vulture Clan for helping you deal with that little trouble.

A proper gift of thanks is traditional, don’t you think?

Also, the disastrous result caused by the internal strife within the Wolf Poison Clan upsets me, I don’t want a second time.

That woman called Cecilia…

Watch her!

If she has any connections with Dusk again, report to me.

Of course, these are just suggestions.”

“Of course, I understand your intent, I will personally take responsibility for the defense of the Kato area afterwards, I assure you that you’ll see your trustworthy old friend on the battlefield against the Black Disaster.”

Duke Wolf Poison rose, bidding farewell to Lord Pa Ying with a bow.

He stood by the window of his study and watched Lord Pa Ying and the two knights disappear into his territory.

It was only then that Old Edward managed to relax.

He returned to his desk, reaching out for the wine glass kept at the edge.

He stared at the amber liquid inside.

His thoughts seemed to have drifted back to the past, back to the era before their age.

In that strange construct, he was busy working with his brothers and sisters, tasks he can’t comprehend now.

He did not know where he was, he did not know what they were doing.

But he does know, the work on that day had laden the vampire race with the eternal “original sin.”

Duke Wolf Poison downed the wine in one shot.

Using this to scatter those memories he shouldn’t recall again, then, heaving a sigh, he raised the empty wine glass high, facing the night, said:

“Chief Navigator Salokdal Collinsman, may you rest in peace in the paradise, Eden.”

About ten minutes later, Old Edward, feeling disagreeable, returned to his own leather workshop wearing the craftsman gloves again, his face full of dissatisfaction like an overworked employee.

But what can he do?

Even Lord Pa Ying told him to send a gift as a sign of a “temporary ceasefire”, being the best leatherworker on the continent, he could only personally craft a good set of protective gear to “thank” those who got rid of Colando.

Ah, it’s indeed a loss of wealth.

What an unpleasant situation!

Ah, why are things always so messed up in Transylvania?!