Don't confiscate my citizenship

 Jianzhang Xigre's Dream

Demon King’s City, Nekalis.

 Early morning.

The bitter blizzard roared through the streets of the city, submerging broken walls, broken limbs and pools of blood under the vast white snow.

 Inside the house.

 The sound of heavy wind and the sound of snow seeds hitting the glass lingered in her ears.

 She felt goosebumps all over her body and woke up from sleepiness.

This is the top floor of the McCarthy Palace Restaurant on the Isle of Leith, where Sigre lives.

It was dark outside the room, or it was completely white, and nothing could be seen clearly.

 “Strange, why am I dreaming again.”

However, in order to defend the Demon King's City, Kaliela went to war again without hesitation.

Sigre hugged her head. Whether she could survive or not would depend on whether she could defend the Demon King's City tonight.

 The only thing that can be known is that even the Demon King's City has become like this, and the battle ahead will only become more severe.

 Although Sigre is particularly worried, she doesn’t know what’s going on with the Pollante Empire.

 She has been sent back to the devil world to study alone for a long time now.

 So after talking to the little elf sister in the afternoon, she was kicked out of the office by the elf, and she happily embarked on her journey.

 I don’t know if...he...is still alive.

She dreamed that she was a cardinal of a church, loved by her subordinates, and had someone she cared about.

 “I don’t want to die...you gave me life...”

The human kingdoms in the north may fall at any time, and several orc city-states have been slaughtered by the vampires. The Land of Eternal Night has now become dangerous, and communications with the human kingdoms cannot be reached at all.

The former central square of Nekalis is now empty, and the ruthless snow has buried all evidence of crime, as if the screams of these dead souls will also disappear with the wind, and no one will mourn them anymore.

Sigre covered her forehead, as if she was holding on to the last trace of tranquility.

 These made her body stiffen, her throat trembled with fear, and her hands were filled with strength.

The alarm sounded again, indicating that the vampire attack was coming again.

 On that dark and cold night, the image of that man fighting flashed through her mind, and she really saw the sun.

Lord Thunder lost the battle to the eighth ancestor Somerset, Lord Mist sealed the ninth ancestor Bernhard with his life, and Kaliela was severely injured by the third ancestor and is now unable to fight again in the Demon King's City in the short term.

Even if we really lose, the Demon Realm will be the last place where the vampires will fight.

 Abandoned alone, she worked hard to live as usual, waiting for the day when he could come back.

 It is indeed a dream...

Obviously it was ordinary leisure time, but it made her feel unattainable.

The war between the Horning Empire and the Allied Forces has reached a fever pitch, and the winner may be decided at any time, even causing one of the parties to bloom like fireworks and then be quickly destroyed. Only the Demon World is the safest place for her.

 The chill was overwhelming, cutting and constricting her body deeply.

　In this night of raging wind and snow, the Demon King City Nekalis was shrouded in a haze of panic.

In this era of nine levels, one must reach at least eight levels in order to have enough influence on the battlefield of total war sweeping the entire world. If you really want to become a decisive heroic unit, you have to become like the Fallen Lord Kaliera. Only the ninth level at the top will do.

 Someone protected her.

 The vampires’ ruthless violence, cruel bloodlust, and innocent ridicule.

 This is what Kaliela told her.

This protracted war must be fought to the end, and we must not give up before the last moment!

 But the black shadow, his back, was already very far away.

Sigre seems to bring misfortune to those around her wherever she goes.

She was obviously awakened by the sirens in Nekalis City just now.

The Blood Tribe isolated the Land of Eternal Night, cut off the connection between the Demon Realm and the northern human countries at all costs, and attacked the Demon Realm with all their strength. They wanted to put the Demon Realm into panic and make the Demon Tribe wonder whether the human front has been defeated, and whether they can hold on to it. Reinforcements can arrive.

 However, there was a certain warmth in her left hand.

Sigre sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and sighed.

"Harmful."

 The only thing she can do now is to become stronger as soon as possible.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, but the ominous premonition lingered in her heart like a nightmare.

 The guy who treats her better will die faster!

Out the window, the piercing siren sounded again.

 Tonight will be the coldest and darkest night in the Demon Realm.

 The despair, self-blame, and heartache that she had experienced in the snowy mountains in the past came back to life in Sigre's mind vividly.

 Sigre didn’t know how many times this happened.

 Spreading her empty palms in front of her face, Sigre let out a shaky breath.

 Although I don’t feel like complaining.

But looking out the window at the final blizzard coming from the sky, she vaguely felt like this -

 If he really reaches the end of his rope, he will definitely come to save him.

The howling blizzard outside rattled the windows, as if there were pairs of invisible hands flapping and banging, which made her hair stand on end.

What frightened her even more was the ups and downs of fighting and screams coming from a distance, each sound like a sharp knife piercing her heart.

 She doesn’t want any more demons to die. She has already regarded the demons as her own race. Same as the night when the Holy Land of the Moon was massacred.

 In her memory, what she saw the most were the corpses of her fellow tribesmen.

Suddenly, there was a deafening loud noise, and then the ground trembled, making tableware and porcelain jingle.

Sigre raised her head in panic and found that the luxurious crystal chandelier above her head was also shaking and making a harsh creaking sound.

She didn't know what was happening, so she moved to the window tremblingly, looking out through the glass with streaks of ice.

This palace restaurant has the last barrier protection left by him. The more it is at this time, the less likely it is to run around. This is common sense.

 But if even the barrier was really breached, she couldn't sit still and wait for death.

If you can't do it, you can only give up here, jump out of the window and escape.

Out the window, amid the heavy snowflakes flying all over the sky, the buildings on the coast around the palace restaurant seemed to be covered in silver, looking desolate in the night.

Many corpses of Demon King soldiers wearing armor were lying on the ground. The white snow soaked in blood stung Sigre's eyes.

 It was not too late for her to make a judgment.

 “I found you, you little guy who should have been dead long ago.”

A chill suddenly penetrated her thin body, as if the whisper of death sounded in her ears.

Sigre turned her head stiffly, and through her blurred eyes, she saw a figure shining with scarlet light in the darkness approaching her step by step.

At some point, the other party was already standing in the room.

 The visitor had a pair of bottomless blood eyes, and his gaze cut through the chaos like a blade.

That terrifying magic power made Sigre feel like her breathing was stagnant, and her throat was almost being strangled by a big invisible hand, and her life began to slip away bit by bit.

 She has become much stronger now.

If it were a vampire count, she might still have hope of escaping from him.

 But the vampire enemies appearing here are by no means comparable to the count.

 “Ka, what’s wrong with Kaliela?!”

Sigre swallowed his throat and exclaimed in disbelief.

"hehe."

 The female Vampire Marquis just chuckled.

The skin around the eyes was as pale as marble, and there was a strange tear mole dotted under the eyes, adding a bit of charm.

She was wearing an exquisite black dress, and her long black hair was fluttering in the wind, as if darkness had fallen, swallowing up all the light around her.

The other party's answer was laughter, which made Sigre's heart beat wildly in her chest, almost bursting out of her chest.

Sigre opened her mouth, but found that her throat was too mute to make any sound.

No matter she wanted to resist or escape, her limbs seemed to be as heavy as lead and she could not move.

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, saw through Sigre's intention. She stretched out a pale and slender hand and easily penetrated the last remaining barrier of the palace with magic power, spreading on the ground until along the Sigre's feet climbed up her body.

Sigre felt a cold and biting force eroding her spine, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

 …

 On the cruise ship from the Northern Continent to the Southern Continent.

Silver moonlight shines through the portholes on the soft carpet of the penthouse suite.

"No!"

Sigrid woke up suddenly on the big bed and let out a short scream.

She struggled to sit up, her slender fingers gripping the silk sheets tightly, her chest heaving violently, and she gasped for air.

 Sweat soaked her long, silky hair and clung to her pale forehead.

After a while, Sigrid seemed to suddenly wake up. She closed her eyes in annoyance, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm her violently beating heart.

 The quiet environment and familiar furnishings reminded her that this was just a nightmare.

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Sigrid shook her head.

 The life she lives now is Sigre's dream, and the world Sigre lives in is her nightmare.

 Obviously she has never seen the vampires in this world, but she only thinks they are extremely scary.

Ever since she separated from the Holy Son, she has always been summoned by this kind of dream, or it is like an endless dream.

She lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, and walked barefoot to the window.

A chill came from the cold marble floor, making her shiver.

Through the window, you can see the endless dark blue sea at night, and the faint moonlight dances on the waves.

Occasionally, there are faint lights coming from the windows of other rooms, like fireflies floating on the sea.

Sigrid stared blankly at the quiet night outside the window, and the remaining fear in her dream finally slowly receded.

 She realized that she was on a luxury cruise ship, enjoying a wonderful vacation.

 The nightmare was a thing of the past, and she returned to the beauty of reality.

 Until a long time passed.

 “Even in a dream, I believe you will come to save me.”

Sigrid did not hesitate to let her cheeks bathe in the silver moonlight and murmured with conviction.

 (End of this chapter)