Chapter 416: Dark Demon and the Tracks of Fate (4k)
“Pfft!”
As the blood spattered, even Bastemon itself did not expect this sword to pierce through the Blood Princess’s chest so easily. It had thought…
In shock, Bastemon suddenly raised its head, locking eyes with Ophelia Brad.
From those eyes, it saw no pain or hatred, but rather a gentle warmth like water.
“It’s finally over.”
The Blood Princess gently parted her red lips, a faint smile appearing on her pale face.
At that moment, an extremely bizarre fluctuation suddenly emerged in the void.
This fluctuation spread out instantly like ripples on water, penetrating layers of secret paths before reaching the castle’s barrier.
On that barrier, countless stars instantly appeared and then vanished.
Professor Metia suddenly reached out and pulled down a starlit line from the air. She stared at the line, solemnly saying, “The ritual is almost complete.”
…
The early morning sky cast bright starlight, and the ancient castle was silent under the barrier’s cover.
Not a sound or breath escaped.
People in the tower dormitories were lost in sleep, unaware of the changes occurring within the castle.
After nearly half a second.
Wit Gold, who had been hiding behind the bully bear statue with Robert, suddenly snapped out of the scene where Ophelia Brad’s chest was pierced.
His thoughts were complex and conflicted.
Rationally, he knew he should treat her as an enemy due to her being a demon, but emotionally, he could not bring himself to do so.
Watching Dark and Ophelia battle, he didn’t know which side to take.
When Ophelia Brad was first stabbed from behind, his longing for his mother took over, and he rushed out without hesitation.
But Ophelia Brad quickly healed the wound, bringing him immense relief.
Thus, when Bastemon’s sword pierced her chest again, he instinctively believed she would heal quickly, causing his reaction to be delayed.
It wasn’t until that bizarre fluctuation occurred.
Suddenly, he noticed his mother’s expression seemed off.
That sense of complete relief made Wit Gold, who had keen instincts, immediately have a very bad premonition.
“No!”
He suddenly charged out crazily.
Even Robert couldn’t stop him.
…
The “Hero” running.
The “Demon King” about to fall.
The “Hero’s Rival” who used the “Hero’s Sword” to pierce the “Demon King”.
…
Dark watched this scene with a heavy heart.
When that bizarre fluctuation occurred, he felt some indescribable changes.
But he stretched out his hand, unable to grasp anything. His insufficient knowledge left him feeling bewildered at that moment.
“What happened…”
Dark subconsciously took a step forward.
Ophelia Brad, playing the role of the “Demon King” in the ritual, although wobbling, had not truly fallen.
Bastemon abruptly pulled out the Holy Sword that had pierced Ophelia’s chest, not adding another strike but instinctively stepping back half a step.
“Get away!”
Wit rushed up, swinging the “Holy Sword” at it.
Bastemon counterattacked with a casual swing, shattering the “Holy Sword” simulated by the “Holy Sword Curse.”
Neither paid attention to this moment.
Bastemon did not stop Wit from approaching.
Wit also did not look at it, instead fiercely embracing Ophelia Brad’s falling body.
With trembling hands, he laid her down flat.
Her crimson hair spread on the ground like blooming red flowers.
Ophelia Brad’s chest flowed with blood.
The “Solo Sword Sheath,” infused with blood energy by Bastemon, triggered the blood energy after piercing her body, interfering with Ophelia Brad’s blood magic, preventing her from healing immediately.
If she wanted to, breaking through such interference wouldn’t be difficult.
Lying in Wit’s arms, Ophelia Brad slightly tilted her head, looking at her child’s face, unable to resist smiling again.
She originally did not plan to reveal her identity, but her child recognized her at first sight.
This made her both happy and worried.
She did not want her child to experience great joy and sorrow in such a short time, but sometimes, things were just that helpless.
Humans, when faced with an unchangeable fate, are truly fragile.
“Wit.”
Ophelia Brad struggled to lift her hand, using her cold fingers to caress Wit’s cheek, her fingertips trembling violently.
After many years, she finally felt the warmth of her child’s skin again.
How warm…
Since following Metia into the academy, she had secretly observed her child.
The results were far better than she imagined.
To her, Wit was exceptionally outstanding.
Though not matching those other children, Wit was very diligent in class, completed homework properly, ate well, was healthy, and had excellent magical growth.
For a child lacking parental guidance, this was already incredibly rare.
Before meeting Wit, she always thought he would be like Bret—mischievous, not doing homework, always late, and getting points deducted by professors daily.
But that wasn’t the case.
Wit was truly outstanding.
She felt proud, believing that even without her, Wit could grow well.
“Call me Mom one more time.”
Ophelia Brad struggled to say.
But Wit tightly pressed his lips, only looking at her eyes, saying nothing.
It was as if he sensed that once this word “Mom” was spoken, he might lose her forever.
Ophelia Brad was not disappointed by his silence. She thought for a moment and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t accompany you properly.”
“You can trust Metia; she will take care of you.”
“And don’t blame Alvaraite’s child.”
Hearing this, Ophelia Brad noticed a twitch on Wit’s face.
Struggling to speak, she said, “I know it’s hard to ask this of you, but everything is my fault. Dark is a good child, and I always see Alvaraite’s shadow in him. I hope you two can become friends.”
“Mom!”
Wit finally couldn’t hold back and called out.
Ophelia Brad smiled even sweeter upon hearing this.
Her right hand rested on the ground, and the Mana Spirit Card she was holding faintly glowed.
As soon as that Mana Spirit Card activated, she slowly closed her eyes.
“Mom!”
Wit burst into tears.
…
“The Demon King has died.”
Dark Demon, who had arrived beside them unnoticed, stared intently at Ophelia Brad’s face.
The death of the Demon King meant the ritual was coming to an end.
But at the same time, it also marked the beginning of the “Creation”!
If everything went smoothly, Ophelia Brad would not truly die.
Her body’s “Demon King Embrace” would be offered as a sacrifice to the “New Demon King,” replacing the concept of “procreation” onto the vampire Vlad, granting Vlad a new life—a Mana Spirit form!
Everything had been meticulously planned.
Dark did not need to do anything; he just needed to wait for events to unfold.
Once the Mana Spirit Card of “Vampire Vlad” was officially created, Ophelia Brad would regain life due to the removal of the “Embrace.”
In a world that could directly see souls, as long as there was ample preparation beforehand, death would never be the end.
“It’s time for the professors to enter.”
Dark swept his hand, picking out a strand of “Wind Spirit’s Blessing” from his hair and infusing it with a bit of mana.
Then he let go, allowing the breeze to return to his hair.
Throughout this, his gaze never left Ophelia Brad’s face.
But the expected commotion did not occur.
Ophelia Brad seemed to have died very normally.
Half a minute later.
Dark suddenly looked at the still crying Wit and realized that everything Ophelia Brad said at her last breath was indeed a farewell.
“What’s going on?”
That long-standing confusion suddenly erupted.
Dark subconsciously clenched his fist.
After a while, he seemed to realize something and immediately drew the Mana Spirit Card of the “Mana Spirit,” quickly walking to the bottle containing Vampire Vlad’s soul.
Ophelia Brad’s original intention was to resurrect Vampire Vlad.
Dark did not think this was a lie because she had no reason to lie here.
But now, Ophelia Brad directly abandoned the idea of resurrecting Vampire Vlad—what did she intend to do?
Was there a more important purpose?
“Diemon, you seem confused?”
Just as Dark was becoming increasingly anxious, Ryan Hux appeared beside him.
“Professor!” Dark turned sharply and asked, “Can you tell me your true purpose for coming to the academy?”
Ryan Hux’s eyes flickered with helplessness, “I’ve told you before…”
Disappointed, Dark said, “If so, I hope you won’t ask me either.”
Before he finished speaking, he injected mana into the Mana Spirit Card.
“In the name of Dark Diemon, Mana Summoning—Mana Spirit!”
That mutated Mana Spirit Card suddenly emitted a blood-red light.
The “Mana Spirit” sleeping inside was forcibly summoned out.
But it did not awaken, closing its eyes and floating in the air.
“Is it not working?”
Dark quickly returned to Ophelia Brad’s side, lowering his head to carefully examine her wound.
The hero of the Golden Generation, the last inheritor of the Blood Clan, the object of the Demon King’s embrace.
How could she die so easily?
…
As Dark became agitated, Metia Barthelemy’s face also showed the same expression.
She paced back and forth in the Pumpkin Carriage, muttering, “No, no. The star representing Leah has dimmed, but the vitality that should have erupted did not appear. The creation of ‘Vampire Vlad’ did not begin… but the ritual’s direction hasn’t changed. What’s wrong? Shylph, Shylph?”
She suddenly turned to look at Professor Shylph.
But Shylph was solemnly staring at the wind spirit floating in front of her, trying to communicate with Dark.
Her voice did not reach, but Dark’s thoughts had already conveyed first.
The wind spirit translated Dark’s thoughts.
Shylph suddenly stood up, saying, “Ophelia has died. Prepare yourself; I’m entering the ritual.”
This time, without waiting for Metia to stop her, she transformed into a breeze and rushed out of the Pumpkin Carriage.
In that instant, the entire ritual underwent a dramatic change due to her entrance.
The ritual, which had entered its final stage, was instantly elevated and extended further.
…
While observing Ophelia Brad’s wound, Dark suddenly noticed the Mana Spirit Card she was holding under her left hand and knelt down to pick it up.
Wit instinctively tried to push him away, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered Ophelia’s final words and abruptly sniffled, retracting his hand.
Dark successfully picked up the Mana Spirit Card and flipped it over.
Clearly, this was not a Mana Spirit Card; the card only depicted two lines.
One was a blue straight line, and the other was a red curved line.
The two lines initially extended parallel and then bent sharply at the end.
Dark frowned, “What kind of Mana Spirit Card is this?”
“It’s the ‘Great Prophecy.'”
Ryan Hux’s voice suddenly rang out, answering Dark’s question.
“It’s the ‘Great Prophecy’?”
Dark abruptly looked up at him, his eyes sparkling.
Ryan Hux confirmed, “I’ve seen this Mana Spirit Card. Although I don’t know how she obtained it, this Mana Spirit Card was originally a sacred treasure of the Church of Saints. It’s one of the few cards in the world that can truly interfere with fate!”
By true divine card, it refers to a card imbued with divine power.
Dark did not care about the divine or not; he recalled what Professor Metia had taught in astronomy class: “The ‘Great Prophecy’ can not only predict the future but also interfere with fate, twisting it. Some believe it merely allows seers to observe an alternative path of destiny.”
Ryan Hux added, “That’s right, but in reality, it’s not as effective as people think. I mean, its actual effects aren’t ideal.”
“But this is the secret passage of Saint Maryann Academy!”
Dark stared intently at the ‘Great Prophecy’ in his hand, his eyes flashing.
The appearance of this ‘Great Prophecy’ finally opened his mind, connecting the dots in his brain.
Ophelia Brad’s actions up to this point seemed to finally make sense.
“She wants to change fate.”
“She wants to kill the Demon King!”
