Chapter 1895 - 520: The Colin Family Vampire's Brain Is, As Always, Seriously Flawed (3)

"Bu-but you seem to be seriously injured? Why don't we call a temporary truce... and sort this out next time?"

By Saint Sis, he really didn't want to play with Miss Vivian anymore.

This was terrifying!

Alfred, clutching his head and trembling, felt the same way.

His father said Miss Vivian would play with them, but this was hardly her playing; they were being single-handedly beaten up.

If it were before, Vivian probably wouldn't have hit so hard, but today she clearly couldn't control her emotions.

Because, through the manor's glass window, she clearly saw the expression on her brother's face — one that he had never shown her before, a guilty look.

Why in the world is this happening?!

A blood-red wedding flashed through her mind, guests drinking Minotaur's blood, toasting in celebration, while the happy couple was not her... Just the thought of that tragic world made Vivian's heart ache, a pain that made it hard to breathe.

It was she who came first after all!

Damn—

The anger with nowhere to vent crashed around her narrow chest, finally transforming into two ferocious gazes, landing on Richard and Alfred who were hoping to slip away.

"Who do you think is seriously injured??"

Seeing the purple-haired Witch clenching her fist with cracking sounds, Richard panicked completely and shouted at his brother.

"Alfred, run!"

"Brother!! I can't leave you behind!"

"Go quickly! Campbell's honor can't end with us!!"

Such a pair of unlucky lovers.

Facing the Little Overlord who was unbeaten throughout Demon City, Campbell's "country nobles" were ultimately lacking in age.

Of course, even if Holy City's nobles came, it would probably be the same.

After all, the human world values civility; even Marshal Eberg at age eight hadn't faced a beating from a Platinum Level strongman.

Though Vivian kept her promise not to use Extraordinary Power, nor used the sharpest claws and teeth of the Blood Race, her little fist which could bring Demon City's Demon Second Generation to their knees was ultimately not something two human cubs could withstand — they quickly turned into fleeting shadows in the courtyard.

"I'm not playing anymore! I want to go home! Boo-hoo—"

"Crying? Time counts even when you cry!"

"You... demon!"

"Kuku, Campbell's little brats, this is the adult world! Kneel before the Colin family and feel the fear!"

In the spring of Aus Calendar 1054, the future Duke Richard left a riddle in his diary that puzzled countless historians —

[That day, the Demon King descended upon Colin Manor.]

No one knew what he experienced that day, nor what astonishing secrets he witnessed.

Darkness enshrouded the entire historical community.

Research on the Demon King once again reached a bottleneck.

...

In the evening, the tea party in the manor's living room finally ended, and Duke Edward's party walked out of the main building to say their goodbyes.

Luo Yan invited the couple to stay for dinner before leaving, but Edward indicated that Sir Andes had already prepared a banquet to welcome them.

Edward reiterated that he came to Thunder City for the summer hunt and happened to receive a reply, so he made a detour to visit, not intending to come here specifically to disturb.

"Lady Mitiya, please rest well. If you need any help in your life, please do tell me." Lady Antonie held Miss Yaya's hand, her face full of concern and pity.

Mia smiled shyly and said embarrassedly.

"Um... I will."

"Also, regarding the establishment of the art department at Thunder City University, I hope Lady Mitiya keeps an eye on it for us." After his wife, Edward nodded goodbye to Mia, and also mentioned Thunder City University.

Whether for the future of the Campbell Duchy or for his sister's happiness, finding something for the visiting Miss Yaya to do was a good choice.

At least she couldn't be allowed to stay here forever.

That was too dangerous.

Edward himself was a man, and he very well knew how difficult it was to resist such temptation...

Elsewhere, the Imperial Physician accompanying the party was examining the injuries of the two young masters and healing their bruised noses with Holy Light.

And at that moment, the Imperial Physician applying ointment to Richard suddenly cried out in surprise, shouting towards the approaching Duke.

"By Saint Sis... Your Majesty, look!"

Everyone's gaze immediately gathered there.

Richard's originally bruised arm now faintly glimmered with a layer of pale golden light.

Although weak, the light carried a pure and heart-wrenching aura, independently repairing the bruises under the skin.

That clearly wasn't magic cast by the Imperial Physician accompanying them.

Duke Edward's pupils shrank suddenly; as a Gold Level power holder, he instantly recognized this as a sign of Extraordinary Power awakening!

Could it be —

Black Iron Level?!

Edward stepped forward, grabbed his son's wrist. Feeling the subtle yet real power flowing like a pulse, his face was filled with disbelief and ecstasy.

"Richard, have you awakened?"

In the history of the Campbell family, awakening "Holy Energy" before age ten was considered a genius, and Richard had crossed the threshold of the Transcendent at age eight!

No wonder he was his son!

This talent was already comparable to Erin!

Although for the nobles, Transcendent power wasn't as crucial as ordinary people imagined, having it was still better than not having it.

Moreover, according to Edward's experience, a healthy body was the capital for work; at the very least, Transcendents could endure more than mortals.