Forsaken Priest of the Hero's Party-Chapter 55: The One Who Disappeared With The Wind

Chapter 55: The One Who Disappeared With The Wind

-Grit.

Unable to contain her anger, the woman gritted her teeth and climbed up a large tree not far away, gazing at what was once her castle.

The revival of the vampires and the dream of an independent kingdom.

All of that was shattered by the roaring cry of the Raging Dragon that Princess Ardein unleashed.

Resentment surged in Duchess Shmira’s eyes.

“Why, why, why on earth, why?!”

At a crucial moment, fate betrayed her.

Duchess Shmira was outraged, but was it really the fault of fate?

It’s not strange for a hastily established plan to crumble hastily. If there was anyone to blame, it was no one but herself, who was tightly wrapped in arrogance, but the duchess was not used to blaming herself.

She was a ruler by nature and had always lived by dominating someone. When her subordinates achieved merit, it was because she did well, but when problems arose, it was their fault. That was her common sense.

She couldn’t shake that habit in this matter and looked for someone to blame.

Layton, Vellon, and various other lords... Eventually, she even blamed fate, but what would change by blaming?

Apart from arrogance, apart from conceit, Duchess Shmira was not stupid.

Soon realizing that no matter how outraged she was, there was nothing to gain, she let out a deep sigh.

But it’s okay. For now, I have a hostage in my hands. And there are still subjects who follow me.

For Princess Ardein to kill her, she would have to break through all the vampires who could be imprisoned for her sake. She intended to secure her position even by doing so.

Would the princess really take on the stigma of being a massacrer? Of course, even if she threatened the princess with this, it could only be used for self-defense at best. She couldn’t attack the princess.

Of course, even if I negotiate with these two, I won’t be able to avoid prostrating myself...

If she took all the Vampires hostage and told the Princess to commit suicide, would that woman even comply?

No...It would be a difficult task to even make the Radiant Princess to even back down a little. From the start, this land wasn’t the Princess’s own fief. She has never known the people who lived here.

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While the Princess wouldn’t want them to die, would she really give up her life to save those she never met?

Since when was the Princess Ardein she knew such a noble person?

If Shmira crossed the line, the Princess would have all the justification she needed to cross it too.

Should they both go all the way like that, the princess will also suffer losses in her own way, but is it only her?

Then the duchess will become a queen with no one to rule. What’s the point of being the leader of a race without a race? The duchess herself didn’t want the situation to escalate this far.

But for now, I have to live and see.

Earlier, she had spewed curses out of anger, but the duchess was also a ruler. She had the experience gained from reigning as a Vampire Queen all this time.

She wasn’t completely devoid of political thinking. She soon became calm and slowly thought about what to negotiate with the princess.

Should I negotiate on the terms of breaking off the deal with the demons and being satisfied with being a part of the empire again, in exchange for maintaining the duchy and preserving the privileges I’ve had so far? If she wants, I can give her some of the wealth that bastard Layton has accumulated as compensation.

By now, Kamira would have captured Roka, but unfortunately for her daughter, she could no longer give that beast-kin as a pet. She would need to use her as a hostage for negotiation.

Of course, she wasn’t acting high and mighty just because she had Roka as a hostage. People sometimes judge others by their own standards. In Duchess Shmira’s eyes, Roka was nothing more than Princess Ardein’s subordinate or servant, and that could be used as a disposable pawn at any time.

Was there any more need to discuss about how the duchess treated her subordinates?

She thought the princess would probably be the same. Roka probably wouldn’t be that important to Princess Ardein, but she could still be used to secure one or two privileges when negotiating.

The promise made with Kyle? That had already been erased from her mind long ago. Duchess Shmira is the kind of person who immediately betrays a contract when the other party becomes weak, even if it’s written, so what’s the point of a verbal promise?

That’s why you should trust someone you can trust. That promise was nothing more than empty words blurted out on a whim.

Vellon, it’s me. Gather the vampires you can gather right now and have them assemble in front of the castle.

...Vellon? Vellon?

“Wha-what is this...?!”

Duchess Shmira let out a hollow laugh in absurdity. The blood stigma she had engraved on all the lords, including Vellon, had disappeared without a single exception. She could no longer communicate with them.

Every time she tried to communicate with her subordinates, the wailing of babies filled her mind.

Then, an ominous presence seemed to crawl towards her...Fearing it, Duchess Shmira hurriedly deactivated the stigma and cut off communication.

Shmira, who saw that terrible thing, trembled. It was a baby. The scariest baby in the world!

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In the last moment, it seemed to smile at her. She didn’t know what that was, but it wasn’t hard to guess what had happened to the lord class, who were like her limbs.

That terribly tangled thing is, it’s hard to even say it, but probably... a god.

For such a thing to come to her kingdom. Shmira could hardly control her body from the shock and fear.

“....A Herald...? Born here...? Why...? How...?”

Even in the midst of that, her mind was working extraordinarily, and a way to annihilate the princess and that abomination came to mind.

But even if the princess didn’t know, would that thing show interest in the princess? The duchess couldn’t guarantee it.

It was clear to her that she was the abomination’s target for some reason.

“If you came, you should have left quietly, how dare you kill all my lords...?!”

It was so unfair that tears were now flowing down. It felt like the world was forcibly tormenting her. Compared to this, even what she suffered from Princess Ardein didn’t feel significant.

What kind of class are lords? They are the noble class and middle managers.

They are the waist and body that connect the head and feet of the vampires. Such lords were all killed by a crazy god that appeared out of nowhere! Where in the world is there a kingdom with only commoners and a queen?

Only a Lord can breed another Lord. There were no exceptions. The common class can never become a lord.

The fact that the lords were wiped out means that replenishment is impossible. This is a very big problem.

It was equivalent to the revival of the vampires that she had hoped for becoming a story that was now forever impossible.

Now, the only remaining bloodlines of the True Ancestors are her and her daughter. For this bloodline to continue, the man who will embrace her or her daughter must be at least a lord. It would be nice if he were a True Ancestor, but that’s not possible.

Only then is there even a small chance that the descendants born next will be True Ancestors. If she takes a man of the common class as her husband and gives birth to descendants, the most that will be born are lords. The bloodline of the True Ancestors has been cut off!

No, there’s one left. Who is this?

But there was still one lord class connected to her.

A silver lining.

One Lord was sparred by the vengeful God.

The duchess, who hurriedly searched through that route, was shocked in astonishment. That lord was none other than Layton Valencia!

It was surprising that this bastard was still alive, but she had no time to hesitate.

She immediately began flying towards the castle. She wasn’t even afraid of meeting the princess again.

She must, no matter what, keep him alive. If necessary, she had to kneel before that priest and do so! If the last remaining lord dies in vain, the very purpose of her life will crumble.

Vampires will never be revived again and will become a race of the past, only written in a line in the history books of other races.

“No, no, absolutely not... He must stay alive. Please, until I get there...!”

But it was worth running quickly, now the castle is within reach!

Duchess Shmira, who had been flying with urgency, impatience, and passion, suddenly felt a change and stood still. The sound of a bell carrying eight melodies brushed past her and caused immeasurable changes.

The links she had with the lower vampires were crumbling.

It was a sensation she had never felt before in her life, so it took time to realize what it was. Soon, cold sweat began to flow down her back.

The power of domination was shattered. It happened like that, even if it was limited to some vampires.

It wasn’t that the subject of domination had died, but the dominance relationship itself had been nullified.

She didn’t know how this happened, but for her, this was a major event no different from the sky collapsing. What kind of queen is a queen with nothing to dominate?

“Is-is this the princess’s doing? Or that priest...? Oh, no. I can’t leave it like this...!”

The connection with Layton was also severed and disappeared. Now she doesn’t even know if he’s alive or dead.

As such huge events hit one after another, her reason was paralyzed. Now she didn’t even know what to do. No, there were many things to do, but she couldn’t prioritize them.

First, she had to find Layton quickly and save him.

Her mind, which had barely pulled itself together and stood up, crumbled again.

The only vampire she was resonating with, not dominating. The resonance with her daughter, the only blood relative in the world, suddenly disappeared. Shmira, staggering in the air, could no longer endure and sat down on the ground.

“Nonononon...NO! What is going on...?! Who did it...! Was it that bitch!....Or...was the Herald?”

Her daughter was the only one in the world who was not the subject of domination but the subject of love.

It means that her daughter died in an instant. But who could have done such a thing?

The answer came to find her directly, without her having to go looking for it. Due to the decisive battle between Duchess Shmira and Princess Ardein earlier, her magnificent castle was cracked and worn here and there.

Hwak!1

The light of the sun fired by Roka’s Stolen Sun shone brightly through the cracked gaps in the wall. Duchess Shmira, who reflexively covered the light with her hand, finally realized. What had erased her daughter.

Her eyes were momentarily stained with extreme fear, but soon her pupils burned and disappeared.

Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun.

The laws of the universe erased her.

She couldn’t resist, and there was no need to.

From the moment she was touched by the light, all fate was decided, and even the Three Goddesses could not save her. It was just a single ray of light, but it was definitely sunlight.

Her arms turned to ash, her body turned to ash, and her brain, filled with the word sun, also became like that.

Her eyes had already burned and disappeared the moment they saw the light, leaving only eye sockets. There was no pain. Even that soon turned to ash and disappeared. A gentle breeze scattered the ashes far and wide, sprinkling them into the world.

The last True Ancestor. Duchess Vlad Shmira.

Turned to ash and disappeared with the wind.

Translator's Note

Yes, there were this many suns in the raws.

Footnotes

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