Earth.

A suburb of Blue, White and Red Country.

There are beautiful mountains and clear waters here, and there is also a castle with a long history. Before the world was in chaos, this place was once a tourist attraction. Even if it is not a holiday, there is a constant flow of people.

But now, over the ancient castle, the sky seemed to be torn apart. A huge crack, like a big mouth, seemed to swallow the mountains and rivers below, along with the castle.

The tourists who came to sightsee and take photos have long since disappeared, and the sound of explosions from far away can be vaguely heard...

In that castle, Duke Clint was sitting on his carved mahogany chair, and the noise from the outside world seemed to be ignored by him.

"Duke" is the title he gave himself, and it has not been recognized by the Blue, White and Red Country.

But it is true that he is the owner of this historic castle.

Clint looked at the bronze mirror in front of him, adjusted his greasy and reflective back, and nodded immediately, seeming to be very satisfied with today's look.

Then, he slowly stood up, walked to the clothes rack on the side, took off a tuxedo, put it on skillfully, then returned to the mirror, and arranged the clothes to a neatness that satisfied him.

At this moment, a ripple of water suddenly appeared on the bronze mirror opposite Clint.

Clint was shocked and immediately wanted to retreat.

But the next moment, the frightened look that had appeared on his face returned to its original state, and the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly.

On Clint's handsome Western face, a scarlet light flashed in his eyes.

Coupled with his unhealthy pale face and the slightly raised corners of his mouth, the reflection in the bronze mirror looked even more bizarre at this moment.

Clint, who calls himself "Duke", originally opened his private castle for tourists to visit and ran some industries under his name. Although his title is false, his quality of life has reached that of an aristocrat.

Some level.

However, even the demon hunter organization of the Blue, White and Red Country does not know that Clint, an amiable and good-natured man who usually calls himself a Duke but does not have any airs of being a rich man, actually has another secret identity...

Clint never takes photos with tourists. He claimed that it was his habit.

This habit has also attracted the attention of the Demon Hunter organization.

Because some legendary dark existences will not leave images on the camera, or their true colors will be exposed under the camera.

For this reason, the Demon Hunter organization once sent people to investigate and secretly took some photos of Clint.

There is nothing unusual about Clint in the photo, and his smile is still natural.

He is always like that, with a smile on his face. People's impression of Clint is also that iconic smile.

As for Clint's investigation, the results were quickly presented.

Nothing is different from the apparent facts.

Clint's ancestors once held titles, and the castle was passed down from generation to generation.

In Clint's generation, the family's fortune has not declined. The only thing that's a little weird is that Clint has a handsome face and after investigation, he doesn't have any bad habits.

This is really an admirable advantage for a wealthy man of his class.

It is such a high-quality man who actually remained single until he was in his forties and never had a lover.

Obviously, Clint has no special hobbies, because during the witcher's meticulous investigation, all of Clint's connections were revealed.

The witchers only need to confirm that Mr. Clint, who likes to call himself a duke, is not a dark creature, and they don't care at all about Clint's weird temperament.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual in the investigation, "Duke" Clint and his castle completely disappeared from the sight of the witcher.

Even those S-class demon hunters would never have thought that Clint, who they had investigated so thoroughly, was actually an entity older than this country...

The nature of Clint's existence is very similar to that of Lady in the Woods.

In ancient times, creatures like them were called "demigods".

Clint was born with the ability to master the power of the night. In addition to being able to move in the sun and possessing shadows, Clint possesses many characteristics that are only found in legendary vampires.

And he himself also needs blood to maintain his strength.

If he does not drink blood for a period of time, he will become extremely weak. If this period of time exceeds a month, Clint's body will develop symptoms similar to sepsis.

Of course, the blood Clint drinks is not limited to humans.

Any red blood, in his eyes, is a delicacy.

Clint has never accepted a pilgrimage, which is completely different from Lady in the Woods.

He used to like to hide in the darkness and exist in every corner of the world as a hunter.

But one day, he suddenly got tired of hiding, so he joined the Knights and earned himself a title and a reward openly and honestly.

Over the long years, Clint has learned excellent disguise skills.

He crafted this seamless identity for himself.

No one knows that every ancestor of Clint is actually himself.

But at this moment, this ancient being who had hidden himself for dozens of centuries had lost his own consciousness.

Clint passed the long corridor that he had walked countless times, walked down the stone steps, and left the interior of the castle.

Cross the suspension bridge and come outside.

He raised his head and looked up at the gap in space in the sky that was like a giant mouth.

In his mouth, in a voice that only he could hear, he murmured: "You are a coward. Now, I will replace you and use your body to complete my mission..."

"I will rule this world as a king, and everyone will become my delicious drink..."

As soon as Clint finished speaking, his eyes, vaguely flashing red, looked towards the distant sky.

Over there, a figure was flying towards me at an extremely fast speed.

Clint narrowed his eyes, and the shadow under his feet suddenly became strangely distorted.

In just a moment, the shadow turned into a huge hand, stood up from the ground, and lifted Clint into the air.

He stared intently at the approaching figure, and suddenly let out an angry shout: "Get out of here! Don't block my way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure in the distance suddenly raised his hand in the air, and then made an action like throwing a javelin.
Chapter completed!