The Great Vampire General is a Girl! - Chapter 78

Balaghar castle felt cold and damp at this time. This castle was not really a place for civilian vampires to stay. This place was more like a giant dungeon, a giant gloomy warehouse and laboratory. Everything that happens here was for the sake of military affairs. They didn’t care even if the knights walked in and out of the castle in muddy boots.

None of the maids were willing to repeatedly clean it. The floor was made of natural river stone so it was not slippery no matter how thick the dust that covers it. But the greenish moss that was scattered everywhere wasn’t that rare. Raphael could see it everywhere. There were no rugs, fancy chandeliers or anything else to suggest that the place was liveable.

There were several rooms, which were warmer with adequate lighting and good air circulation. It was a special office for generals or high leaders of Avalon. They made plans, held meetings and formulated their war strategy there.

Raphael knew that if King Avalon was in Balaghar he would be there. Thus, Raphael watched for a moment and followed when he saw several half-blood vampire maids pushing trolleys filled with clean towels and crystal glasses. In a place untouched by an elegance like this, surely those items would be taken to the generals’ chambers.

The sound of a trolley being pushed across the stone floor was loud. Then its voice became softer as the trolley came to a passage where the floor had been replaced with marble.

Raphael tried to look natural, he didn’t need to force himself to rampage in the castle. He was not stupid. The castle was full of the pure-blood Avalon vampire knight. He wouldn’t be able to survive.

“What are you doing here?” Someone scolds him. Raphael tried to remain calm and answered him.

“I was ordered to meet General Gunther,”

“By whose orders?”

“General Gregovich ordered me,”

“What business?”

“Secret,” said Raphael confidently.

“Okay, but you have to be careful. King Dimitri is here. He doesn’t like noise and disorder,”

“Where is he? I’ll avoid him,” Raphael lied.

“He’s with General Rutherford, sixth chamber from the right. Remember, don’t make a lot of noise,” the blonde-haired lieutenant knight reminded again before leaving.

King with Rutherford? As far as Raphael knows he was not a fighting general. He was just like Maxwell, he probably wouldn’t be hard to knock out. But since the target was a king—Raphael had to prepare to face dozens of elite knights.

He might have been drinking Valor’s blood, he was very powerful right now. But he was alone. Raphael was always ready to die because he was a Florentian knight. But he didn’t want to die in vain. At least he had to take the dead king with him.

It was a suicide mission. Raphael was already unable to back down.

He walked naturally like a knight on patrol. Raphael held his breath, controlling it to remain calm. Raphael walked past room number six. Glanced at it slightly and continued his pretend patrol.

He saw that there were more than three people in the room. Mostly wear uniforms and focus on their leader who wears a red hooded robe. The robe was made of expensive cashmere. He was an anomaly in this damp castle and reeked of dried blood. He must be the king. The commander’s heart beat faster. He kept walking and walking. His mind was busy making plans.

“Something’s not right here,” The king, whose face wasn’t very visible, spoke to his subordinates.

“What’s the matter, Your Majesty?” Rutherford responded with respect

“Is the plan to annex the florentia region next month less than perfect?” Another general also asked.

“No, it’s not like that. I’ve arranged that all Avalon knights wear buffalo leather boots with a sole thickness of about three centimeters with a non-slip rubber lining. But someone just walked through this room wearing different shoes. Can you explain what happened?” King Dimitri said in a serious tone.

One of the generals walked towards the door and he looked out. When just looking. He didn’t have time to scream when pointed bamboo blades stabbed him from below. He coughed before dying horribly from his severe injuries.

“There’s an attack!”

Raphael knew he couldn’t waste his time. In a few minutes all the knights will rush to the place. Raphael could see that the king was immediately protected and was about to run away. But Raphael blocked the door. He locked it and drew his sword.

“Are you a florentia? A cursed weapon wielder? Ah yes, you’re Raphael Chastain. I thought you were captured,” Rutherford commented calmly.

“Your prison can’t hold me!” Raphael shouted. He immediately attacked. He was aiming for the weakest one which was Daniel Rutherford. But a freezing cold immediately covered his hands and feet. Demetria fell from his hands. Gunther, one of the other generals, also attacked him with his ice power.

“Impressive,” King Dimitri commented.

“This is the first time a Florentian has met me,” he said again.

“I’m going to put him back in jail. This time you have to cut off his arms and legs so he can’t mess up anymore,” Rutherford ordered Gunther to which he nodded.

But Raphael didn’t want to give up so easily. He forced his muscles to struggle.

Praakkk!

The ice that entangled his right hand was now broken. But it gave him a pretty deep cut. Blood dripped from him quite profusely. But that wasn’t enough to kill him.

Raphael, perhaps the only vampire capable of controlling the demon within him without losing control. He was similar to Jasper. Only, his mind power was stronger so he was never overpowered by his Demonic DNA.

But, if Raphael wanted to, he could let it go. The commander licked a little of his blood which immediately made his eyes turn red evenly. Blue veins were evenly distributed on his temples. He has transformed. Gunther’s chunk of ice could no longer hold it in.

Raphael had locked the door.. Now he would only leave it to his inner demon to rage in that room until he died.