Chapter 8 Holy Sword Frost Moon
Chapter 8: Holy Sword “Frost Moon”
After settling Baizhi, Vivian looked at the chaotic state of the adjacent room and couldn’t help but laugh. She had no time to clean up.
In the Imperial Palace, King Claude Slowe was reading reports from fortress deserters.
“So Baili is dead. Those old fools should have nothing to say now, but it hardly matters.”
Baili’s proposed military reform plan was good in Claude’s view, but implementing it would prevent nobles from embezzling funds.
Though the resolution was sound and the method feasible, Claude couldn’t use this approach immediately. Baili had shown his hand too early, alerting potential opponents.
Claude knew that when he issued a directive, completing half the objectives would be a very good result. He waved his hand, and a heavily armored knight slowly approached from behind.
“Go check on the Seraphic vessel’s condition.”
Without the nobles’ support, his plans couldn’t proceed. His previous pawn, Baili, had to be abandoned because his influence grew too strong by concerning himself with too many matters.
Heavy footsteps echoed along the dim corridor.
…
Vivian was leaning on her throne, lost in thought. She was still worried about how to make Clemant quiet down. Like a mosquito, he kept interfering, often coming to her territory to test something in battle.
Previous reports stated, “They held rod-like objects that, with a few waves, shot enchanted stones. When hit, it felt like dying, as if our internal organs were being shattered. But after using them once, they threw the rods aside.”
“So many problems at night. Can’t I get any rest?”
After bathing and settling Baizhi, sharing a bath was indeed her idea. But she hadn’t expected Baizhi to be so inexperienced that he got dazed from the heat.
Baizhi didn’t wake until evening, feeling much more energetic.
“That was quite comfortable, just a bit too hot.” This time he hadn’t kicked off his blankets, and the room was filled with a faint fragrance.
“How did I end up here again?” Turning on the light, he realized he had slept in Vivian’s room once more.
“No wonder the bed smells nice. After living thousands of years, by common sense, shouldn’t a corpse have completely decomposed…”
“Stop knocking, it hurts!”
Vivian knocked on Baizhi’s head, complaining, “Always with the ‘thousands of years.’ People will think I’m some ancient village corpse. Do you know how to talk?”
“How is your hearing so good?”
Vivian raised her head proudly. “Of course, your Mind Web is so useful. Nah nah nah.”
Baizhi: I…
Being exposed by his own technique was truly divine. Baizhi waved his hand, but what could he do?
“Alright, don’t let me hear such talk again. I’m only a little over three hundred years old, still quite young.”
This was indeed true. Though they all looked young and beautiful, their actual ages might be greater than your entire genealogy combined.
But often these individuals were conservative, reluctant to accept new things.
Baizhi had left the castle these past few days. He knew about the vampire faction divisions but had never heard of internal conflicts within vampire factions.
Where did these people’s sense of belonging come from? Baizhi couldn’t understand. Equally puzzling was why, having become a vampire, he still couldn’t use their unique abilities.
“Our vampire combat power uses blood and magic as mediums. You’ve seen the magic scythe I control.”
Baizhi remembered—it seemed particularly sensitive to blood and emitted a red light. As Vivian had said, from a certain perspective, it was like her avatar.
Moreover, Baizhi had now noticed he was slightly afraid of light, and his craving for blood was deepening.
As for other vampire magic, he had no interest in learning. Currently, he seemed to have some cognitive dissonance about himself.
“Let me take you somewhere to see.” Vivian grabbed Baizhi’s hand without explanation, heading directly to the castle’s basement. The spiraling downward staircase twisted and turned, covered in dust.
At the bottom of the stairs stood a heavy iron door engraved with numerous complex runes. Baizhi stood panting in front, in stark contrast to Vivian’s composure.
“Why run so fast? Trying to trick me again? By the way, is that vampire sealing magic?” Baizhi gasped out the words.
Inside seemed to be a familiar aura. Baizhi could feel his strength recovering rapidly, instantly rested.
“Don’t rush, I’ll tell you soon.” Vivian placed her hand on the door, emitting a red glow as the sealing array beneath her feet activated. It took quite a while to open the door. She didn’t close the array, just tightly held Baizhi’s hand.
“Don’t let go of my hand or leave the array’s range, or you’ll freeze to death.”
Baizhi smiled—how could someone with ice attributes like himself freeze to death?
The door creaked open slowly, releasing such cold air that both shivered. Inside was surprisingly frigid.
“This place stores war trophies,” Vivian explained.
Looking around, Baizhi saw a steel helmet with cracked bull horns on a nearby shelf.
“That’s the Northern Plains Barbarian King’s helmet, right? Records say he rashly attacked vampires. I didn’t know he provoked you.”
“Mm-hmm, look at the obsidian staff ahead.”
That was the Ferryman’s Staff from the Sea of the Dead. Baizhi wondered how Vivian had obtained it.
“I should ask you. After the Battle of St. Lun, too many souls couldn’t move on. The ferryman wanted me to bribe him. Just look what happened to him.”
Baizhi was confused. Why would Vivian unnecessarily antagonize the Sea of the Dead when it had nothing to do with her?
“Wandering souls can materialize if they drift too long. Then they become tools for those with ulterior motives. Those who exploit the dead are most hateful.”
The Battle of St. Lun was a major loss for vampires, as Prince Condé, whom Baili had slain, belonged to the Rose Sanctuary.
“St. Lun was my territory; I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.”
“It’s frozen wasteland now. Why bother with it?”
“It’s all your fault, causing so many people to become homeless.” Vivian seemed a bit angry mentioning this.
Baizhi turned away guiltily. He had indeed focused only on victory, not realizing the resulting consequences.
On a throne in the depths, a familiar companion of Baizhi’s was sealed.
“I feel this sword isn’t a good thing. When I sealed it, there seemed to be some Fallen Angel energy hidden inside.”
“Impossible, I’ve used Frost Moon for so long.” Saying this, he instinctively walked forward, the dense chains unable to stop his outstretched hand.
But he quickly withdrew it, now just one step away.
Vivian had warned that with his current strength, taking this sword might drain him completely.
The cold air emanating from the sword seemed to call to Baizhi, eager to fight alongside its master again.
But reason told Baizhi that something was wrong with Frost Moon now.