The mist spreads, and the dark and majestic palace casts shadows, covering the hazy moonlight.

The Skeleton Knight was holding a barefoot silver-haired girl and flew across the dark alleyway. His point of his feet was more like a floating ghost than the Skeleton, and he did not make any sound when he walked.

However, the sound of elegant and rhythmic footsteps came from the depths of the alleyway.

Nanting, who was sitting on the Skeleton Knight's arm, looked forward with his eyes.

A pure white figure appeared in the cold mist. The white robe was holy, the silver hair was cold, but the demonic red eyes were.

The pope frowned with a little displeasure.

When Nanting thought he wanted to say something, the pope had already come to her and the Skeleton Knight and took out a pair of gorgeous crystal shoes from the space ring.

Her slender and powerful fingers gently pinched her ankles.

"Your foot has been injured," the pope said softly.

Nanting:!

"I, I've treated myself."

She is now in the arms of the Skeleton Knight, but her feet are pinched by the Pope, and she is stuck between them, feeling a little strange.

And I don't know what's going on - she always feels inexplicably guilty in front of the pope, as if he is a god of darkness.

illusion.

Nanting shook his head secretly.

——Maybe it is because they are all those unreasonable guys.

The pope pursed his lips and chuckled, and suddenly put away the crystal shoes in his hand.

"I changed my mind."

Nanting:?

He wouldn't want to hug her, right? If so, she would rather be hugged by the skeleton knight without human feelings.

The pope narrowed his red eyes slightly and took out a pair of pink plush bunny slippers from the space ring.

Nanting's pupil earthquake: "His Majesty, why do you carry this kind of thing with you?"

The Pope smiled slightly: "I said that I have prepared daily necessities for you."

Nanting remembered that it was the time on the airship, when Elaine wrapped her up, the Pope was next to her.

She nodded: "Thank you, I can..."

Before he finished speaking, the Pope's cold fingers had already pressed her ankles again, and he put on rabbit slippers in detail and gentle movements.

Nodding at the Skeleton Knight, Nanting removed the magic that maintained his existence here and landed lightly.

The Pope took a step back gracefully.

"You seem to have something to look for me."

Nanting nodded, and roughly told the Pope about the vampire queen in the Kingdom of Mist, and also mentioned the grave digging and her guesses.

After listening, the Pope's lips curled up a smile: "When encountering doubts, the first thing that comes to mind is digging the grave, which is indeed the way of thinking of the necromancer."

Nanting gave a white look at the young man with silver hair.

The pope didn't care: "You guessed it right, the current queen of the Kingdom of Fog is indeed the queen from more than a hundred years ago."

Nanting raised her eyes slightly and looked straight into the pope's eyes: "So, she has lived to this day by relying on the power of a vampire. So, where does the power come from when the sword blade penetrates her chest without death?"

——At this point, Nanting suddenly had a flash of inspiration. If it was a fragment of the "Scepter of the Moon", then everything made sense. "Scepter of the Moon" was the magic weapon of the past, even though it had been broken now, it still contained powerful power, enough to maintain the queen's "immortality".

The position of the Queen after her resurrection was restricted, which also means that the fragments were buried somewhere near the throne.

"It seems you've guessed it."

The pope stared at Nanting's expression with his eyes down, and raised his eyebrows leisurely.

The handsome silver-haired young man raised one hand and held Nanting's hand.

——"Let's go and have a look together."

Nanting hesitated: "But..."

The queen has the power of "immortality", and she is not sure that she can defeat the other party.

As for the Pope's combat effectiveness - Nanting did not consider it at all.

"I'll draw her attention," the pope spoke indifferently, "you go to the secret room under the throne to take the fragments of the 'Scepter of the Moon'."

Nanting glanced at the Pope deeply: "Or we'd better change it, I'm a little worried about your safety."

"My identity is at least the Pope of the Temple of Light, and I can still negotiate with her for a few words." The Pope spoke lightly.

Nanting stopped insisting: "No further, let's go there quickly."

*

Constance sat upright on the throne, her gorgeous long skirt stained with blood. The moonlight fell on her pale and beautiful cheeks, and her expression was so quiet, like a lifeless doll.

Under her advance arrangement, no servants or servants came to interfere. The black-haired queen sat alone on the throne, as if blending into one with the shadow.

The long memories flashed back in an instant.

She was once the noble princess of the Kingdom of Mist, loved by the entire country, and was known as the "beautiful rose in the fog". The king and queen liked her even more, regarded her as her heir and cultivated her, and learned strategies and martial arts from childhood.

But she did not have much persistence in being a king, but instead she was tired of the path of life being arranged.

In an accident, she met a down-and-out nobleman. Although she was poor, her conversation and behavior were gentle. She not only knew how to write poetry, but also played a beautiful violin. When speaking love words, she could even touch the soft heart of the girl.

The princess who lived in the huge bird cage of the "Royal Palace" since she was a child was attracted by his romantic and free nature.

After the two fell in love, Constance elopes with his lover.

However, the other party's true identity is a vampire. He just wants to deceive the pure girl with blood. After getting her, he casually threw her on the street.

The slum blocks were full of homeless men, drunks and fugitives, and the cleaning and public security were even worse. Constance survived in the cracks, and his hands were stained with blood from countless people, and was later found by the royal family.

The royal family regarded her existence as a scandal and imprisoned her in a tower.

I thought my life would end like this, like a rose withering, but Constance found a strange piece of fragment at the bottom of the tower.

——At that time, she was digging the escape passage and was almost successful.

There was a strong dark aura on this fragment, and Constance gained power from it.

With the connection between the source of her blood, she found the vampire who had swallowed her blood.

Then she peeled off his skin, put his blood clean, and injected the source blood from his body into his body, becoming a vampire with a long life.

"Of course I love you." In the tower under the moon, the newly born blood clan held up the skull of his former lover, "But you deceived me, so let's be with me in my body."

As bloodlines merged, Constance went completely crazy. The calmer the surface, the more shocking the thoughts in his heart were.

She returned to the court quietly, conspired to murder the king and queen, and blamed the heir who was originally in charge after her.

In the midst of mist and blood, she was crowned king.

From then on, a late-night legend has been circulating in the royal city of the Kingdom of Fog, which lasts for more than a hundred years and continues to die: every night, a beautiful young girl will disappear, and you must close the windows before going to bed.

The queen raised her eyelashes and looked at the ornate pointed arches of the palace.

The pope with white robe and silver hair stood at the junction of light and shadow, holding the sacred scriptures in his hand, and looked compassionate:

"……repent."

"You want me to confess?" The queen covered her chest that had been pierced by a sword. The blood there had solidified. "So, who will confess the harm I suffered?"

"That sentence just was just a scene as a pope." The pope said coldly, "In fact, I don't care about your past. If you hurt her, then I will end your present."

Black shadows emerged from the corner of the palace and rushed to the high throne.

By the time Nanting walked out of the secret room with the moon-shaped fragment, the queen had lost her breath.

Nanting looked up at the pope who was in the shadow but was still holy, and hesitated for a moment: "...is it you?"

The Pope shook his head, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips: "Of course it was because you took away the fragments of the 'Scepter of Moon', which caused the power of rebirth to disappear."

Nanting nodded: "Your Majesty, I may say goodbye to you."

The Pope seemed to have guessed something, he lowered his head, gently picked up Nanting's cheek, waiting for her to continue speaking.

Nanting grabbed the pope's wrist and moved his hand away: "...I'm going to Kale."

Kale is located on the west coast of the continent and is the wizard kingdom of the thriving magic civilization. And the last fragment of the "Scepter of the Moon" is there.

"Why?" The Pope looked down at Nanting's blue eyes, asking knowingly.

"...For the crown prince," said Nanting, "You brought me back that day, and I must know a little about the situation. The most urgent task now is to gather two artifacts to change the balance between His battle with the God of Light."

——Nantine has already taken the reward for winning the last battle. In addition, the fragments obtained from the Kingdom of Lunaria, the Kingdom of Fos and the Kingdom of Fog, it seems that the "Scepter of Moon" is only the last piece of fragment left.

The pope lowered his long eyelashes and chuckled like the spring breeze melting snow, and the crimson eyes were even more refreshing and moving.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the ends of the silver-haired girl's hair.

Nanting grabbed his wrist and threatened, "I have warned you, don't always touch me."
To be continued...