A Cynical Principle - Episode 1.2.3

Episode 1: Watchdog of the Dark City (Part 2.3)

What an unfortunate young bloodsucker, though it was supposed to be Lord Rothschild whose head had a few screws loose when it came to love. 

It really was unlucky to confront the vampire’s monster, Univale. 

Yamashiko stepped on it, not fearing the rosary, he bent down without hesitation and finally seized a silver bullet from the air. 

By the way, even if he had struck a stake in his chest, he could have still twisted his neck with a silver sword. 

In other words, no one knew how to destroy him. 

“Uh, really stupid.” Looking down at the stupefied Krusnik, Univale lamented heartily while leaning against the chimney on the roof of the house. The black cloak fluttered in the wind. 

“As I thought, I’d be able to play a little after a long time── nothing more or less than that. It’s the same as a cat that smokes a mouse… I don’t want any blood from a man.” 

He couldn’t believe his throat rang. However, it was strictly forbidden by Partita to attack women for his entertainment. He had torn it secretly, but for some reason, he was given a thousand words and was locked in a coffin. (The black cat in the house had probably spilled it.) 

At the time, he really thought that he would die in a sense. Mentally. 

It was easy to break her neck, but without her, you could see that the house will be called a “trash house”. However, he had a feeling that if he broke her neck, he would be burdened with a lot of impending troubles. 

He wished all day long that she’d be haunted by ghosts and that she wouldn’t be able to speak so plainly of her humble and grudges words all day long! 

Just thinking about it made him feel sick. 

“I can’t help it. Do you want to work?”

The black shadow disappeared once again. 

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“So, Lord Rothschild, your wife had passed away.” 

It was late at night and turned almost dusk for them. 

At the end of the polished table, Charlo de Univale sat with his legs crossed and his back straight. Count Cesar de Rothschild, who on the other end fell pitilessly on the other side.

“The one called a wife is a so-called pretender. There is another man that your wife has yearned for besides Lord Savoa– it’s you–, Lord Savoa buried you, and your wife died from grief. It’s not something that can be made public. You were murdered because, as anyone would have expected, you were in a bind by marrying Lady Miraille Chardonnay.”

“The tomb of Miraille…”

“Rome.”

“Rome…”

The Lord’s eyes ached, but Univale insisted, “Unfortunately, I am not so idle as to go to Rome to look for her grave, Sir Rothschild. I won’t stop you from going, but I think it’s too dangerous for you.”

It was not easy for a monster to approach Rome and the Vatican. 

There were elite vampire slayer founders in the holy city. It was not like a hired mercenary or a businessman who was in a rural town, but a person who specialized in anti-magic, and that was a person who dedicated their fate to it.

“Do not be discouraged, Lord Rothschild. Your wife loved you until the last, isn’t that good?”

The consolation of Partita, who ironically had no heart, seemed to be a passage of great poetry to the young people who were drowning in a sea of tears.

Lord Rothschild sprang up to his feet and clasped Partita in his arms.

“Thank you! Such a kind person, thank you! Oh how much I am healed with your words!”

Univale’s willow eyebrows jumped at the sight. 

Partita, with her emotionless eyes, patted the back of the teared up young vampire.

“You are my ideal person, Miss Infinee~!”

“…”

Univale sprang to his feet, he came over with a gentle smile and a gentle demeanor. Then he grabbed Lord Rothschild’s shoulders and pulled him away from Partita before putting him back in an upright position. 

“I’m very sorry about the results that do not meet your expectations, Lord Rothschild. But please don’t hesitate to ask anything. If I am not busy, I will be happy to accept it again.”