Prisra's throat twitched, her face moved a little.

The night blurred her outline.

Only a pair of eyes shining.

"All vampires will perish."

Prisra murmured to herself, her expression changing violently.

Sometimes sad, sometimes happy.

The corner of her right mouth twitched, her fingers trembled slightly.

"If it's really like you said."

"Will she die one day? Robin, the Chosen?"

When Robin was suddenly stunned when he saw Prisra's expectant eyes.

That sad gaze and lonely expression...

It doesn't seem to be pretending.

"You're such a lunatic."

Raven said disdainfully, "Who knows who she is you talking about?!"

Although as Raven said, Prisra did not mention the name of [her] at a moment, Robin vaguely understood who the person Prisra was—

The great king of the Holy Blood Empire, the immortal Catherine the Great.

Also the mother of Caroline and Prisla.

If Catherine does not die, how can Caroline and Prisla sit on the throne?

But will King Catherine die?

She has lived for so many years.

Has experienced two blood-killing battles.

But it still stands tall.

Will she really...will die one day?

“Yes.”

Robin responded, "Everything has an end. One day, we will destroy you monsters who eat human blood."

"Haha..." Prisra smiled and looked at Robin with soft eyes.

"I really don't know how to live or die. But, in this way, I like you a little."

like……

Robin's chest stagnated.

What a joke?

"What about you, why are you here?" he asked, "Are you here for the throne?"

If Caroline could resurrect Cornelia, there might be a possibility of fighting against King Catherine.

So what about Prisra, was she coming to Xilu to seek the power to kill Catherine?

If such a powerful force really exists in the Western Land, then what should it be?

"Ha... what a joke." Prisra snorted disdainfully, "Don't compare me to that coward, Caroline. I'm not that interested in the throne."

"Then you are..."

"Of course it's-"

The vampire licked his lips and started to laugh.

"For you, Robin."

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Chapter completed!