“If it hadn’t been discovered, it would have been better… Then your father would have been mine, and House Yurdina would have been yours. But because of that damned old man….”
[Seria, that day, you see….]
Delphine showed a perplexed expression that day.
It was unlike her sister. Wasn’t Delphine always cold and dignified?
It was around this time that a revelation-like realization came.
You knew, sister.
“But don’t worry too much. It’s not too late even now. You are my daughter and the niece of a vampire, so if you just awaken to your power….”
That’s why you couldn’t tell me.
The truth of that day, even enduring my resentment.
“Wh-Wh-What….”
Was it a sob, or anger?
The voice tinged with an unknowable emotion was trembling precariously. Seria’s facial skin had long been twisted to its limit.
Sobs, laughter, despair, anger, hatred, resentment.
From the face where all emotions were condensed, only one thing shone uniquely.
A single tear rolled down.
“Now, my daughter. Could you lend me a little blood? Since you’ve consumed the dragon’s blood, surely for me too…?”
Crunch!
At the sensation…