A Cynical Principle - Episode 2.1.1

“From the Vatican, there’s a good Krusnik coming.” 

Baked goods piled up like a mountain in a small basket. 

A man who ate one after another while making a crisp sound, he read the letter diagonally and said, “It’s a piece of direct information from the Queen of the Dark City… what a hassle…” 

Partita Infinee, the maid of the house, moved her gaze to the man and asked, “When do you think you’ll come back?”

She sat across from him because she had nothing to do, and rested her face on both of her hands, elbows on the table. 

In front of them, a tea with a fragrant aroma steamed and midnight snack time began, which he modestly insisted on. 

“── it’s close, isn’t it?”

“Is it the Pope’s order?”

When she tilted her head slightly, the man who was her Lord, Charlo de Univale, lifted one end of his thin lips in a sarcastic smile. 

He then slammed the table with his long, thin middle finger, and looked out the window where the night ruled.

“It will be so, but the reality is probably different. Pope Innocentius… what age? Sixty? Seventy? Eighty? Or was it ninety?” 

“Eighties.”

“Eighty, it was okay… At any rate, there is no will for him.

“You think there’s a puppeteer who moves the Pope? Do you have any idea?”

“There’s not even that.” 

Charlo de Univale. 

A clear white coat that snared the world, and a black robe without a speck of dust as if it were a picture of a scrupulous face. 

The twin scarves that shot their prey out of the darkness were cut long, and the eyes which shone eerily were red. 

If he laughed, his pointed fangs glowed sharply like a knife

The darkness of the night where anxiety and fear were mixed.

Those who had seen him in the area of the town, where the Book of darkness descended, would tremble with horror. 

Vampires and vampire.
(TL/N: The original of the Vampire here were kanji and katakana.)

Living corpses, vampires.

It is worthy to live in the darkness, and to take control of the dark side of the world, an eerie variant. A glorious death.

However, the words were never wrong.

Charlo de Univale.

After all, he was an eternal vampire who reigned in the time of magic with an elegant smile.

“Because that Krusnik is coming to avenge you?”

“Come on. I’ve known the Vatican for a long time – I don’t think there’s any reason to try to avenge me now. There’s no chance.”

With a bare look at most of the women, the Lord faintly laughed.

“If I could do it, the Dark City of Vis Splandur would not be silent. Then the battle between the Vatican and the Dark City will become inevitable. History will be narrowed down to whether the light will fade or the darkness will dominate the world.”

“I think both options are the same…After all, do you want to say that the Vatican cannot beat the dark city?” Partita murmured with a speck of white light in her black eyes. 

The Lord, Univale, knew no loss as there were no vampires in his line. That was why. As expected, he nodded coolly, “Of course not. First of all, there’s nothing I can do.”

“…”

Sometimes, they thought that there were no such things as “miscalculations”, “mistakes”, “anguish”, or “predicaments” in him. 

He had experienced the miscalculations of his past life, a life that would not have been possible for ordinary people. 

This was one of the greatest tragedies of human history─ from the highest peak of the human protector, Krusniks, to vampires who were hunted down.