Chapter 83 - Dhampir of the Holy Grail (4)

Valerie was in shock. The world's common sense seemed to have disappeared, or what she considered common sense. She was trying to look away from the abomination in front of her. This... thing had suddenly appeared from the sky.

She didn't understand anything that was happening.

"Get up!" The guard accompanying her screamed as he lifted her off the ground.

"Lord Marius has already left! We have to go now!"

"W-Where-?!" She tried to talk.

"Shut up!" He ordered, without even looking at her. "We're just wasting our time..."

He was silenced before he could speak. An object, what appeared to be a sword, was thrown at him and pierced his stomach, killing him instantly.

The dead body fell on top of Valerie, crushing her beneath it. Valerie hit her head on the ground, which was not exactly soft.

For a few seconds, she looked at the moon and tried to reach it. Then, black waves began to assault her.

The adrenaline that once burned like a fire had faded away to an icy numbness. Her eyesight was blurred, but not because the tears were welling up. Everything became fuzzy. The only thing she could hear was her weak heartbeat. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. The only thing that is making her active is the blood oozing from the guard and her forehead, her vampiric side slowly demanding for the last dinner.

"This is it?" She managed to pronounce something. The despair and suffering of what she passed from the beginning to end were finally over. "Is this how I… escape from this world?" Valerie wasn't naïve to the darkness of the real world.

No more sleeping in horrible dungeons.

No more racist comments.

No more experiments made by her brother.

No more dead people talking to her.

And all because she's a Dhampir born with a Longinus.

She would be able to leave all the pain behind. She closes her eyes and waited.

Seconds pass as she lay there, then, she heard someone weakly calling her name out. She doesn't know who it was-the voice was androgynous, which brought back memories of her childhood friend, but still unknown to her. Interesting enough, the voice has a superb Romanian accent, greater than hers. In her defence, she had never touched a book since childhood, only learning a few words when people opened their mouths.

"Hey," someone flicked her forehead. Her voice clearer now. The horrendous smell of garlic invading her nostrils. "You're still alive, yeah?"

The blonde girl struggled to flutter her eyes out. When she did, she came face to face with someone she hadn't seen before. It was a foreigner woman and a stunning one. She was looking at her with a smirk on her face.

"Glad you're still living!" She openly laughed and slapped her knee, ignoring the fact that there's an impaled corpse behind her and another one in a crater.

Valerie felt her red-blood orbs heavier than before.

"Tired, huh?" Mordred said with a hum. "It's fine. Get some rest, little girl."

Mordred continued to speak even when Valerie had lost consciousness.

"Because from now on you're going to have a new life."

Mordred took Valerie carefully. She turned to see a large group of vampires and werewolves, making their way to them.

"I'd like to play with you guys for a while, but I have other things to do. Bye!"

With Valerie carried on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Mordred ran out of the place. She was so fast that she left the chasing party behind without any trouble.

.....

Mordred arrived at the hotel where Shirone was waiting. This, of course, after making more than 15 different turns and only heading to the site after confirming that no one was in the area.

She knocked on the door of the room they had rented, but no one answered.

"It's me, Shirone," Mordred said.

"Password."

A childish voice answered.

"The knight and the dragon are working together for the cat princess."

"Password correct."

The childish voice, which belonged to Shirone, answered and opened the door. She was dressed in nice white pyjamas with black dots that matched her hair. She held back from yawning, looking as if she had just woken up.

"Your teacher was risking her life to rescue the Dhampir of the Holy Grail, and you're here sleeping. Aren't you ashamed?"

"But those guys were so weak, the teacher could take care of them all with one hand."

"Huh?"

Mordred wanted to upset Shirone a little, but the innocent girl's response momentarily surprised her. With that short answer, Shirone was revealing all the confidence she had in Mordred.

Having someone who trusts you...

This was a new feeling for Mordred, one she had never experienced before.

Throughout her life, she had always sought to be praised by her father. To that end, she always threw herself into the thick of things, the vital position on the battlefield, to make way for Arthur's troops and thus achieve victory.

And she always achieved that victory, she always managed to get that detail that made her father achieve the final victory.

To achieve that, she didn't care about the casualties on the battlefield. In fact, the name of her squad was unofficially called the suicide squad. This was because 90% of the soldiers assigned to Mordred's squad fell in combat by following their leader's suicide strategies, and the other 10% were those fleeing the battlefield.

Back then, no one trusted her.

But now, here was someone who trusted her and her strength. Shirone trusted Mordred so much that she had gone to sleep with a clear conscience, knowing that nothing bad would happen to her teacher.

Mordred smiled. A sincere, innocent smile. If she could look in the mirror herself, she would be surprised to see that smile on his face.

That smile soon disappeared and was replaced by her usual mischievous, playful smile. She stroked Shirone's white hair with her free hand and laughed lightly.

"Haha, don't sleep anymore, little cat. Let's give the Dhampir a little bath and get out of this damn vampire country."

Shirone blushed when she heard Mordred talking about the bathroom.

"Shall we go for a bath... together?"

Mordred raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, didn't you say you wanted your tits to grow as big as Kuroka and Tiamat's? Well, I have gathered some information and come up with a suitable method. Also, I have accepted my side as a woman, thanks to Tiamat and Drako, and I have realized that I lack in those areas as well. So it's decided, you and I, teacher and pupil, are going to help each other grow our tits. Hahahaha."

Shirone's blush deepened until it reached her ears.

"Bakaaa!"