Throne of Magical Arcana

Click, the sound of the door lock twisting and opening was extremely loud in the silent night.

A little boy with blond hair and golden eyes was originally lying on the sofa, half asleep and half awake. At this moment, he turned over and sat up, his face was full of excitement and happiness, and he ran towards the door with a look of excitement.

The door opened, and a blond woman in a lavender court dress came in. She was bright and attractive, tall and tall, with two blushes that were not obvious on her face, and her smile was dignified and charming.

"Edward, you haven't slept yet?" The mature and beautiful lady was obviously surprised when she saw the little boy running towards her.

The little boy smiled shyly: "Mom, I want to wait for you to come back..."

Suddenly, his words stopped abruptly, because he saw a tall man standing behind his mother. His facial features were cut like a knife, handsome and cold, like an iceberg that would never melt for thousands of years, with a very special short silver-white hair.

The man suddenly showed a gentle smile, as if spring came and the ice and snow melted, he took the blonde lady's hand, bowed and kissed: "It's my honor to know you, I wish you a good dream tonight."

"I am also very happy to meet you, Viscount." The blond lady responded with a smile, watching the man in formal attire leave.

"...Mom, who is he?" The little boy Edward didn't know why he hated the man just now.

"Well, I met a foreign viscount at the ball today, surnamed Karen Diya." The blond lady replied plainly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and then she made a pretty face, "Edward, now It's almost twelve o'clock, two hours more than the normal sleep time, where is Adeline? I want to ask her why she agreed with you to wait for me! You are the only remaining direct blood of this family, so you can't be too willful."

"I, I sneaked out of the room, it's none of Adeline's business..." The little boy Edward made a pitiful look, knowing that his mother was just teaching him a lesson.

...

"Master, maybe you will have a new father." A maid whispered to Edward who had grown a lot taller.

Edward, who was still young, had a gloomy face, showing a sense of irritability. In the past two years, his mother and the Viscount Caronaldia have gotten closer and closer, and it seems that they really have a tendency to be together. He loves her so much, he spends less and less time chatting and playing with her, what a hateful man!

"Although the master has been called by the Lord, the wife has worked very hard to support the family, and she should be blessed to pursue her own happiness, but you must remember, young master, that you are the only heir to the title and inheritance, and you cannot let Viscount Karenldiya Transfer the property little by little." The maid loyal to the family reminded Edward to take precautions.

But Edward blurted out: "Is he approaching my mother for money and title? No, I have to stop him!"

After finishing speaking, the boy stomped and ran towards the hall, leaving behind the stunned maid, I, I just remind you to pay attention, there is no such meaning.

"Woo, mom, I was wrong, I shouldn't be rude to the Viscount!" Not long after, Edward's cries came from the living room. He was pushed down on the sofa by his mother and beat him severely. Ass, cry so sadly.

The blond lady snorted, and said apologetically to the iceberg-like Viscount Calendia, "I'm sorry, I didn't teach the child well."

"It's nothing, children of this age are all so naughty." Viscount Caronaldia said softly.

"Edward, quickly apologize to the Viscount," the blond lady ordered.

Edward sobbed and apologized, then took advantage of his mother's inattention, made a vicious look, and said in a very low voice: "I won't let you take my mother away!"

Viscount Caronaldia still had no expression on his face, like looking at a kitten with its teeth and claws but no actual deterrent.

...

"You will be called the Viscount's father in the future." The blond lady said to Edward a little shyly.

Edward pouted, trying to keep his face expressionless: "Yes, Mom."

Viscount Calendia, who was sitting across the table, was cutting a bloody steak, and said to Edward seriously like a real father: "Your current knight teacher is not good enough. I will teach you personally starting tomorrow."

"...I will definitely work hard." Edward quietly clenched his fists, vowing to make this damned man angry during training.

...

Slap, Edward was thrown to the ground, crying in pain.

"If crying is useful, what do you need swordsmanship for?" Viscount Caronaldia said without any regret, "So, you are just a child, not a man. A real man will not cry even if he bleeds."

Edward rolled to his feet, staring at him viciously.

Viscount Caronaldia waved the wooden sword in his hand: "Don't you hate me? Don't you want to drive me away? Then use the knight sword in your hand to do it! Or are you a coward who likes to fail?"

Edward uttered a ferocious cry, raised his wooden sword and charged towards Viscount Caronaldia, was knocked down again and again, and stood up again and again.

"I won't compromise with you!" he thought.

...

On the church square, a cross stands there, and a mature and beautiful blonde lady is tied to it.

"Mom! Mom!" Edward was struggling towards the cross under the restraint of several knight attendants, with tears and horror on his face.

The bishop held the Holy Emblem of Truth, drew a cross on his chest, pointed at the blond lady and said, "As a nobleman, she fell into darkness and became a slave of vampires, trying to turn the Lord's lamb into food for vampires."

The blond lady seemed to have lost her soul, she stared blankly at the bishop without saying a word, but Edward retorted loudly: "No! No! My mother never hurt anyone!"

The bishop ignored Edward at all, and continued: "You are evil and dirty, but the Lord is merciful and merciful. Purification is His gift, and it is your way to heaven. I want to ask you, do you Willing to repent, do you want to crawl under the Lord's feet again?"

"If, if I repent, can Edward be pardoned? He's just a child and doesn't understand anything!" The blond lady seemed to come alive.

The bishop painted a cross: "The Lord is just and strict. As long as Edward can survive the fire, it means that he is innocent."

The blond lady laughed sadly: "Hahaha, let me answer you, I would rather search hard in hell than go to heaven and lose myself!"

"Sinner, then go to hell and repent." The bishop sent out a holy light in a cold tone, and lit the stake.

"No!" Edward cried out in agony, piercing his heart, as if he could see the eyes looking at him tenderly through the burning flames.

I don't know how long it took, Edward just passed out from crying. Suddenly, a voice rang in his ear: "Sorry, I'm late."

Edward struggled to open his eyes and saw the man who caused his mother to be burned to death. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's all you! If it wasn't for you, why would mother be tied to the stake!"

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Viscount Caronaldia's face was gloomy, like an iceberg that had an avalanche.

"Late?" Edward sneered beyond his age, "What a good reason!"

Then he spit out word by word: "You are the murderer who killed my mother!"

Viscount Karen Diya sighed: "No matter what you say, I will take good care of you."

He lowered his head and leaned close to Edward's neck, his four teeth suddenly grew longer: "From now on, you will be the Viscount Caronaldia."

A tingling pain came from his neck, Edward's expression was numb, and his eyes were still full of sparks of hatred.

…………

The cold and dreamy silver moon hangs high in the sky, creating silvery white ripples on the smooth mirror-like lake.

The blond-haired and golden-eyed Viscount Calendia held a glass of red wine and stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the beautiful scenery.

"Master, are you remembering the past again?" The old butler Ned came in from the outside.

Viscount Calendia nodded expressionlessly: "Hate will never be forgotten."

The old butler didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only proceed from a practical point of view: "Master, you are just a great knight, and the strength of the old viscount is close to that of an eighth-level sky knight."

"If you're not even afraid of death, what's there to be afraid of?" The handsome and masculine Viscount Calendia suddenly smiled, "This irresponsible man will be killed sooner or later, and I will also train myself, I hope Become a Sky Knight as soon as possible."

"But you are his descendant, and you have no intention of resisting him at all." Ned said again.

Viscount Caronaldia breathed out, did not continue this topic, turned around and entered a secret room, looked at the handsome man with silver hair and silver eyes in the portrait and said: "Grandpa, although I haven't seen you many times, but I can feel your love and hope to follow you and get your guidance..."

After the "prayer", Viscount Karenldiya suddenly focused his eyes, and saw a wine glass on the table, which contained a viscous red liquid, in which there were countless hallucinatory symbols floating up and down.

"This is?" he asked in amazement.

The old butler Ned's eyes widened: "This is, this is the origin of the blood of the first generation of vampires, old, the old earl has been here?"

"Grandpa?" Viscount Caronaldia looked around, but unfortunately found nothing, but he quickly laughed, "As long as I fuse this blood, I won't be afraid that the man will suppress my blood."

The old butler said helplessly: "The hobbies and habits of the old earl have not changed at all. How can such a tragedy be interesting?"

"Kamorechuk, did you notice anything just now?" Viscount Karonaldia asked.

A dull humming sound sounded, as if the whole castle was shaking: "No, it's just the nose, the nose is a little itchy, ah-choo!"

It sneezed heavily, and the window panes rattled.

Viscount Caronaldia was silent for a while, and said half-jokingly: "The deepest impression I have on Grandpa is that he likes to observe everything in secret, like a voyeur."

Ah Choo!

Someone on the distant mountain suddenly sneezed.