Blood of Mercury

"Master Helga, Lord Helga..."

The girl with pink curly hair frowned and opened her eyes slightly under the faint reminder of the maid.

"Don't sleep here, Lord Helga," the maid said softly, "what if you catch a cold and get sick? Caral can't be without you now."

"Then don't sleep."

Helga reached out and rubbed his forehead, and responded casually, "Rapp, wake me up next time I fall asleep."

"You haven't slept for half a month—"

"It's okay. Under the mentor's protection, I don't need to sleep anymore. The so-called sleep is just entertainment... I don't have time for entertainment now."

Helga's dull voice sounded.

Her face was full of determination.

She was completely different from a month ago, and the bookish and gentle aura on her face was almost consumed by blood and iron. Even though her facial features are still gentle and graceful, no one can see the iron-blooded breath between her brows.

In the past two weeks, under her orders, the black-clothed rebels known as "Death Crows" have already killed more than tens of thousands of people. Her hands were already stained with blood.

However, at this moment, the shadow under her feet twisted, and a black-haired, red-clothed girl who could only be described as charming slowly emerged.

The moment she appeared, the time in the entire room seemed to freeze, and a dark red halo covered the entire room. The maid suddenly stopped.

"huh huh huh huh……"

She chuckled maliciously, with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth: "Helga, get ready... A certain big man is ready to shamelessly shoot himself."

"Ah... it will come sooner or later."

Helga didn't look back, just rubbed his brows and sighed deeply: "But I think His Majesty Roland asked you to come here to help me solve this problem, right?"

"You guessed it right. My clever little sweetheart..."

The black-haired girl chuckled and leaned forward, her bright red pupils like blood gems staring at Helga: "I haven't seen you for a few days, you have become more attractive."

"...You've become more terrifying. Lord Elucado."

Helga sighed weakly, and gently pushed away Elucado's fingers that touched his cheek: "What order did you bring this time?"

"About the order that will make you happy."

Elucado, who was resisted and pushed away, was not at all displeased. She just sat in the air with a smile, like a phantom without any weight: "His Majesty Roland will be back in a few days."

"Oh?"

Helga's eyes suddenly lit up: "His Majesty Roland is coming? Should I do some preparations?"

"It's not needed, little sweetheart. Your Majesty is to deal with some things that make him uneasy, and then let those little crows recognize their masters, so don't beat their masters at the end."

Elucado said indifferently, looking at Helga with unclear meaning.

Helga sighed deeply again: "...I handed over my soul to my mentor, what are you worried about, Lord Erucado?"

"It's different. The mentor's belongs to the mentor, and Roland's belongs to Roland."

Elucado shook his head. Said something called a great heresy.

Her eyes were red as blood, she stared at Helga almost obsessively, and murmured: "Then, if you choose..."

"I choose Your Majesty Roland."

Helga replied without hesitation.

"Tsk..."

Elucado smacked his lips regretfully, and stretched out his bright red tongue to lick his own lips: "What a pity... I hope you are telling the truth."

"You can see that I am telling the truth, can't you?"

Helga replied with a small smile.

"Probably," Elucado replied vaguely, "remember, my future Grand Duchess, my future queen-there is always only one correct answer."

That's it. Her body suddenly scattered into countless blood, and then sank into Helga's shadow, and then the whole room returned to calm again.

Helga only felt a slight chill in his body. It was as if it had been marked by some predator.

She could only helplessly sigh again.

"Master Helga, don't sigh too often, it will wrinkle."

The black-haired maid named Rapp spoke softly.

"Ha... I don't want to sigh, but the situation doesn't allow it." Helga almost laughed.

Afterwards, she stretched out her hand and rubbed her forehead, which was aching because of forcibly disrupting her work and rest time. She pondered for a while, and then said, "Rapp. Go and tell Kakarit that His Majesty has a new order. Don't continue with the Scarlet Knights. Send that cardinal away quickly."

"Your Majesty...?"

Rapp couldn't help but puffed up his cheeks: "What's so good about that majesty who has never even seen him? Even without him, the Helga can become the Helga - but you brought us one Where's the new Caral?"

"Don't lie. Rapp Scott."

Helga's voice suddenly became cold: "My everything belongs to His Majesty Roland. I dedicate my soul to my mentor, and everything else belongs to His Majesty. The entire power of the Death Raven Legion is bestowed by His Majesty. . My life is also given by His Majesty. To say the savior of Caral, he is more suitable for the title than me... I am just standing at the front, as the one who raised the flag and shouted the name of His Majesty. "

"...What a mighty majesty."

Rapp was taken aback and was stunned for a long time before he lowered his head and said embarrassingly, "I really hope to see what he looks like..."

"You can probably get that wish, Rapp."

Helga said with a smile: "Your Majesty will be here in a few days. At that time, you can admire his brilliance."

"...How can someone like me have that kind of right?"

Rapp's fingers trembled slightly, and a look of fear and anxiety emerged in his eyes, and only a small voice that he could hear unwillingly sounded.

But at this moment, Helga's hand suddenly took Rapp's hand, and Rapp's body couldn't help shaking.

"Don't worry. With His Majesty's mercy, I will not discriminate against you," Helga looked at Rapp tenderly, and reached out to touch her short black hair that she felt inferior to, "You are just the devil's contractor. The descendants are not the ones who signed a contract with the devil. I swear to you, you will never be despised by your majesty."

After all, even the undead can have a place here under His Majesty.

Helga muttered in his heart.

"Master Helga..."

Rapp raised his head timidly, glanced at Helga with his black eyes, and lowered his head as if afraid of sucking her soul into the abyss.

But she was somewhat at ease.

"Okay, Rapp, let's go. Send the order down and tell Lord Kakarit my exact words."

Helga's azure blue eyes shone with silver radiance, watching Rapp tenderly, causing her to retreat.

After that, Helga's expression became serious.

She pondered for a long time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and finally made up her mind.

"Lord Elucado, are you still there?"

"Of course, my little sweetheart..."

A slightly hoarse and magnetic voice sounded, and a charming girl silently appeared behind Helga and embraced him.

Helga did not resist this time.

She said softly: "Lord Erucado... Tell me, your Majesty came here in person, and who exactly did you want to kill."

"Oh? What do you want to do?"

"Prove... or sacrifice."

Helga raised her head, and pale enthusiasm gradually ignited in her eyes: "As a loyal dog... you should always take the initiative to do something."

Hearing this, Elucado finally showed a satisfied smile. (To be continued.)