The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 47 - 33: Blood Clan’s Troubles

Chapter 47: Chapter 33: Blood Clan’s Troubles

In the dead of night, a bat struggled to carry a water jug as it flew over the castle. After circling around once, it quickly returned, landing on the castle wall. It looked around cautiously, dragging the jug as it crawled like a mouse.

After confirming it wasn’t noticed, it leapt from the wall and glided straight toward Yilin’s main residence.

In a tower a few dozen meters away, two angels were staring at it in a daze.

"Dinner is here," the male angel commented.

It was clear that this was no ordinary bat.

After stealthily avoiding two patrolling guards, it found a crack in a window to squeeze through into the main residence. It then quietly flew a short distance down a dimly lit hallway, descended the stairs, and finally hung on the door of a room on the first floor.

After another quick check to ensure safety, it slipped through the already-open crack in the door.

"Lord Jones! Sorry to keep you waiting! Dora is here!"

With a crisp "bang," amid a faint puff of smoke, the bat transformed into a silver-haired little girl dressed in a suit, looking about ten years old.

Her black eyes were sharp and delicate, her eyebrows like swords, her nose high and straight, her skin deathly pale, wearing a black doll dress. Although she appeared to be only ten, her movements were more skilled than those of a seasoned warrior.

After landing stably, she knelt on one knee, presenting the jug with both hands.

Brand new wardrobe, brand new bed, brand new chair, brand new sofa, a brand new candlestick on the brand new nightstand. In fact, everything in this room was brand new, because it had just been destroyed by someone.

And sitting on the bed in pajamas wrapped in a blanket, puffing with anger, the child called "Lord Jones" by Dora was clearly the "Little Jimmy" in Yilin’s eyes.

Jones didn’t take the jug but continued to stare ahead, filled with resentment, looking very unhappy.

"Lord Jones?" Dora called again softly, "Lord Jones, what’s wrong?"

Jones’s lips trembled slightly before he finally spat out two words, "Exhausted."

*Jones took the jug from Dora’s hands with a face full of grievance, unscrewed it, and took a big gulp.*

Inside, it was filled with blood.

"Exhausted?"

Putting down the jug, Jones’s breathing trembled, "Being pushed by two idiots to play house all afternoon was extremely humiliating."

"’House’? Are there other children here?"

"No, it’s two adults."

"Two adults?" Dora couldn’t help but laugh.

"You don’t believe me?"

Jones glared at her, scaring Dora into covering her mouth immediately.

"It’s not that I don’t believe you... it’s just, it’s just strange. Why would adults play children’s games?"

"Why do you think they’re idiots? It’s all Edward III’s fault, that useless waste. He couldn’t even do a simple task properly. If he had managed to kill that old Gruglu, there wouldn’t be any problems. Yilin would have to rely on us. Then the Gruglu family rebels, Baird VI sends troops to the Beishier Duchy, Edward III switches sides in front of the battlefield, and everything would be completed. But he let an idiot ruin everything! It’s infuriating! After this is over, I’m definitely going to make him pay!"

*Jones even pounded the blanket weakly with his small hand to show his anger.*

"But, what does this have to do with you having to play ’house’?"

"Of course it matters!" Jones said indignantly, "We’re all under house arrest, you know? If it wasn’t for house arrest, I’m at least still the heir of the Field family. How could those two idiots treat me like this? It’s all his fault!"

"Oh, I see. But Lord Jones, since you are disguised as a human child, it shouldn’t seem unusual for you to play house."

"You! You don’t know. They... they actually want to be my parents! They want to be my parents!"

"But you are also pretending to be Edward III’s son, right? It’s all fake anyway, so what does it matter?"

"Is that the same? Being forced to call someone mother or father, versus willingly calling them, is that the same? Moreover, calling two idiots! It’s a matter of dignity, dignity! They even forced me to eat dirt! Dirt, do you know how that tastes? My mouth still has a weird taste! That woman is simply an evil stepmother! And that man, he’s no better than a crazy stepfather! He only knows how to smash things. How is he any different from an idiot?"

"Pfft."

"You’re laughing at me!" Jones was furious!

"I’m not! I’m not! You’re making things up!"

Jones’s expression stiffened, staring wide-eyed at Dora.

"Are you saying that I’m making things up?"

Frightened, Dora crawled on the floor, "I’m sorry, Lord Jones! Dora didn’t mean it! All Dora meant was... Dora really didn’t laugh at you! It wasn’t funny, especially not being fed dirt, or playing house, let alone having a stepmother..."

"Enough! No need to repeat it!" Jones turned his face back slowly, staring blankly ahead.

"Yes!" After thinking for a moment, Dora added in a small voice, "Actually, Lord Jones, you could just let Dora kill Count Gruglu, or even kill Yilin. Dora would definitely complete the task and make sure they die without knowing what happened."

"And what if the Holy See’s people find out? There might still be angels lurking around."

"Just once." Dora held up one finger, blinking, "Just once, it’s not like we’ll be that unlucky to be discovered."

"What if we are? Losing our lives for a title isn’t worth it. If I die, who else can revive the Blood Clan? You? With you in charge, the Blood Clan might have to drink pig’s blood."

"Oh..."

Looking down at the jug in her hand, Jones asked suspiciously, "You didn’t kill someone for this blood, did you?"

"No no! Dora didn’t kill anyone!" Dora shook her head vehemently, "Dora took it while they were sleeping!"

Jones sniffed, "Why does it smell like alcohol?"

Pressing her lips together, Dora blinked, not daring to speak.

"It must be blood from a drunk. Whatever. My mouth already tastes awful enough; a bit more of whatever can’t hurt." Saying so, Jones took another sip. His anger from the afternoon still hadn’t subsided. Adding the taste of alcohol in the blood, Jones looked as if he could cry at any moment.

Dora finally sighed in relief, whispering, "Does Lord Jones need Dora to have the King deploy troops quickly? After all, your current situation doesn’t seem too good."

"No need. If they want to settle matters, they’ll go after Edward III, not a child like me. It’s the convenience of being in a child’s disguise."

"But today..."

"It was just an accident. There aren’t idiots every day, are there? Let Baird VI prepare properly. No need to rush. When we act, we must succeed and ensure my position is stable. What use is a shaky position to me?"

*Taking a deep breath, Jones looked up, closed his eyes, and downed the entire jug of blood in one go. His face contorted with disgust, clearly displeased with the alcohol-laced blood.*

Handing the jug back to Dora, Jones whispered, "You should go back now. They inspect my room every night. It would be hard to explain if they saw you."

"Yes."

Taking the empty jug from Jones, Dora carefully tightened the lid.

"And next time, don’t get me blood from a drunk. It tastes awful."

"But... but Lord Jones, drunks sleep the deepest and are the most confused when they wake up, not knowing where they got hurt from. I’m afraid other people..."

Jones glared at her again. Helplessly, she swallowed the rest of her words, saluted, and transformed into a bat, flapping her wings away.

*Gazing at the empty ceiling, Jones sighed deeply, "Why are all the Blood Clan members, except me, idiots? But then again, if they weren’t idiots, they wouldn’t be reduced to drinking monkey blood in the mountains. I’ve heard that some clans in the north really started drinking pig’s blood. Such degradation. They don’t care about the Blood Clan tradition anymore. Maybe it’s because they drink all sorts of blood that their brains stopped working right?"*

*After thinking for a moment, Jones murmured to himself, "Forget it. Time to sleep. Might have to deal with that fake sister tomorrow. Being a Blood Clan and adjusting my biological clock to match humans is really uncomfortable. Hopefully, I don’t encounter idiots like today again."*

...

Dora flapped her wings, carrying the jug as she wobbled over the castle walls.

In the distance, the two angels were still watching.

"Dinner delivery is gone."

"Are we being too protective with these heretical forces?" the female angel asked, "First it was just a Lich, now there’s a Blood Clan member too. No, two. And we can’t do anything?"

"There’s no other way. If we don’t follow any rules, how are we different from them?"

"But how long do we have to follow them like this? I’m afraid they’ll never break any rules, especially that dumb Lich. I realize now, he’s not crazy, he’s genuinely stupid."

The male angel didn’t know how to answer that question.

But fortunately, being angels like Liches, they had unlimited lifespans. Time was something they could afford to waste.

...

The next morning, when Jones barely opened his eyes, he was suddenly greeted by Gray’s face. No, it should be said, Gray’s mask!

"Ah—! When did you get here?"

"Last night."

"You came in last night?" Jones was stunned!

"Yes, I’ve been thinking. Yesterday, our setting was all about family, but as a boy, you should aspire to become a great knight! You should step out of the room and encounter legendary adventures!"

Saying this, a set of child-sized armor clanked onto the floor in front of Jones.

"You can’t be in the sun, so wear armor like me! You’re really my biological son!" Gray said seriously, "Today, let me, as your father, teach you how to be a great knight! Or we can learn together!"

"Are you sure you know what ’biological son’ means?" the Black Cat muttered blankly.

Silence, a brief silence, until Jones screamed, "No! You are not my father—! I don’t want to go outside!"