episode_0199
by fnovelpia“The day you hear your own voice will never come.”
The voice of god.
Hearing the oracle is one of Elise’s long-held desires and life goals.
Antonius denied it entirely.
Elise frowned at Antonius’s announcement.
“What is the basis for saying that?”
“I should ask the opposite question. Where and what did you hear that made you think the voice of God exists?”
“Of course… .”
God is not a purely abstract being. There is a divine power that comes from the power of God, which is different from magic, and there are celestials who are said to be the descendants of angels.
In times of crisis, when believers pray earnestly, there are rare instances where miracles occur in response.
God definitely exists.
Even now, the sky, or even higher, will be watching over you. So it is natural for Elise to expect an oracle.
Could God be mute?
“There was a time when I had the same hope as you. I firmly believed that if I prayed to the Lord, I could overcome this situation. I had no doubt that salvation would come.”
“… … .”
“But it didn’t come. No matter how much I begged and prayed, salvation never came. I realized it only after everything was over. Salvation doesn’t come if you wait quietly.”
Antonius said in a bitter tone.
There was deep regret in his eyes.
Elise felt a faint fear. She was afraid that she too would not be saved and would become like an old man.
The feeling of sinking into a swamp when looking at it.
Elise shook her head to shake off her anxiety.
“I’m different from my grandfather. I’m qualified.”
She is a saint with balance.
He is the corrector who will bring about a new order.
Even though they are believers, they are on a different level from the believers who are widely known.
“Just wait? No, you don’t have to pray like everyone else, they’ll come to you first.”
Because I will make it so.
“So, Grandpa, if you have something to say, think about it in advance. I’ll tell it to you instead.”
Elise turned around and left for the cathedral.
Looking at her back, Antonius held the Rosaria and prayed silently.
I hope that poor child doesn’t despair at the end of the story.
Please be saved.
Earnestly.
***
“Elise, have you ever met another vampire? Not the one Elise made into a vampire, but one who was born a vampire.”
Karami asked Elise.
The downside to the Liberation of Elise is that it’s hard to find which version it is, but the upside is that once you find it, the rest is easy.
Elise’s version of Hansel and Gretel.
We need to get rid of the witch and her house. To do that, we need to collect information on those who participated in the experiment.
Then, you can see the true ending by simply choosing the correct answer from the choices presented. Here’s why it’s easy.
‘Because I already know.’
You don’t have to go through the trouble of sneaking around and digging for confidential information. You know what options to choose. You just have to go and get them.
Of course, sharing information right away can raise suspicion, so it needs to be moderated.
“No. There isn’t. Why do you ask?”
“If Elise was injected with blood and became a vampire, wouldn’t there also be a vampire who shared that blood?”
Elise nodded at the reasonable opinion.
It was a given.
They wouldn’t have just caught some random vampire passing by and drained its blood.
Because you can’t use low-grade blood to create a saint.
It’s been 10 years since Elise was experimented on, and there must have been experiments even before that. There must have been a vampire who periodically donated blood.
Elise burst into laughter when she understood the meaning.
“It’s not surprising anymore. You’re a priest and you’re joining hands with vampires.”
They may be the cause, but in the end, they are people who should not be saved.
“Ask her a question. She might have more to hide. Maybe she knows something about vampires.”
The next day, Elise went to see Marsenus and asked him directly.
Marsenus took a moment to examine Elise’s condition.
“Why are you curious?”
“Personal revenge and for a greater cause. If we eliminate the vampires and then blame them for this incident, wouldn’t the foolish people like it?”
If you add a little plausibility to the truth, its persuasiveness doubles.
In any case, the one who holds the initiative is Elise. This creates a situation where Marsenus has no choice but to respond.
“Why aren’t you answering? Surely you’re not trying to defend vampires over me, a saint?”
“No way. I would like to pass on the information, but unfortunately, I am not the one who led the experiment. I don’t know the details.”
“If you don’t know, who will?”
“How about going to Roman? He must know about vampires.”
“Okay, I see.”
Elise went straight to find Roman.
“You mean the vampire! I’m sure I know his information. Do you need it?”
“Yes.”
“Well, since I inherited that vampire’s blood, I guess you could interpret it as family, right? To see my parents… !”
Roman shut his mouth tightly. Elise glared at him coldly, saying that if he opened his mouth any further, she would blow his head off.
To silence that Roman’s mouth.
It was a murderous spirit with great momentum.
“Information.”
“Yep!”
Roman hurriedly wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to Elise.
“I… Saint? I understand your feelings a hundred times over, but you are still our precious water lord, right? It would be troublesome if we just kill you or something~”
“If there are no more customers, there will be no need to water the plants… .
“What! Vampire, just get a new one! Have a safe trip!”
Elise spread her wings and flew up into the sky. She checked the paper Roman had given her.
Usually, vampires live in the underworld where sunlight does not reach them all year round. The moment they are exposed to sunlight, they become low-level vampires, vampire lords, and go to the afterlife.
However, the contents written on the paper Roman had made were a city on the continent, not the Demon Realm.
‘You have guts. If you get caught, you’ll be reduced to ashes.’
If I were normal, I wouldn’t have given blood to Seongguk.
Let me just show you what kind of guy he is.
Elise flew straight towards her destination.
As I flew through the sky, my arrival was instant.
City Morva.
It’s a small city similar in size to the city Elise lived in when she was young. It’s populated by ordinary people who are neither believers nor vampires.
When I was young and didn’t know anything, I wanted to go to Seongguk so badly. I was so foolish. It wasn’t a paradise for believers filled with dreams and hopes, but rather a gathering place for lunatics.
Elise descended with a self-deprecating laugh. The place she landed was a mansion on the hill behind the city.
Damien Belcador, Count of the Night.
This is the mansion where Count Belcador lives.
The Count Belcador family has been protecting this place for 100 years, from generation to generation. They don’t come out of the mansion during the day, and you can only see them occasionally at night.
Because of this trait, he was given the nickname “Count of the Night.”
‘Anyone can tell he’s a vampire.’
What about the ancestors? They must have been the counts themselves, hiding their identities and gradually accumulating wealth. It is brave that they are still alive and well without their identities being discovered.
Perhaps safety was guaranteed in exchange for providing blood to the Holy Nation.
Well, the details don’t matter to Elise. No matter how she lived, she only cares about revenge.
Knock knock.
Elise knocked on the doorknob of the mansion.
After a while the door opened and a maid came out.
“Welcome. Your father is waiting.”
The tone of voice suggested that he knew Elise would come here. Perhaps he had sensed the blood circulating within Elise’s body.
Elise looked the maid up and down in front of her. She was standing at the end of the hallway, barely out of sight of the sunset.
‘You’re a vampire.’
Elise immediately recognized the maid’s identity. Even the blood flowing inside her body matched Elise’s, so she was a person turned into a vampire by Count Belcador.
‘But you called me father?’
Could she be my biological daughter?
It’s so funny.
Elise entered the mansion without letting her guard down.
What was the first vampire mansion you saw?
From the stone statues of monsters that look like they could move at any moment, to the red carpets and even the red chandeliers that are reminiscent of blood.
The interior was just at the level of ‘I’m a vampire’.
“What are you, Father?”
The maid who had been guiding us from the front suddenly asked a question.
“Are you also your father’s daughter?”
“Who are you calling your daughter?”
“Isn’t it?”
“Of course.”
“Whew.”
Then, out of the blue, the maid let out a sigh of relief.
“Why are you sighing now?”
“I was worried that a half-ass like you might be the daughter of the same father as me. If not, then that’s fortunate.”
“Half a penny… you say?”
“Isn’t that right? You are a heretic who belongs nowhere in the world, neither human nor vampire. There is no place that welcomes you.”
“Ha!”
A vein appeared on Elise’s forehead.
Now even low-level vampires are ignoring me?
“You seem to trust the Count and play like that. Your master also tells me… .”
“Arrived.”
The maid stopped, cutting off her words. She was in front of a large iron gate. Elise glared at her with a displeased look, but the maid’s expressionless face remained unwavering.
Like a maid without a pubic hair.
Wait a minute.
I’ll make you cry and have your nose run.
“Huh.”
Elise snorted.
Knock knock.
“Father, we have a guest.”
“Send in.”
Squeak.
A maid opening a heavy iron door.
Elise went inside.
The room the maid guided us to was like a laboratory.
Naked women are bound in various ways, and tools of unknown purpose are strewn about.
There were traces of blood all around, and it seemed as if they were conducting an experiment or torture. At the center of it all was a man wearing a suit.
Pale skin.
Albino appearance.
The owner of the mansion and the owner of the blood flowing within Elise’s body.
“You are Damien Belcador.”
Damien, who had been quietly staring at Elise, approached her.
Two pairs of bloodshot red eyes met.
Using divine power, the vampire’s purification was instantaneous. Elise was watching the other side’s attitude or judging whether to strike first.
“Welcome home, daughter. Welcome home.”
Damien smiled brightly and welcomed me with open arms.
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