Otaku Translation: The villain only wants to live a Buddhist life Chapter 412

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Chapter 412: Dark Demon and the Blood Princess

In just a few minutes, Dark safely crossed the ropeway without even having to use the [Flying Spell] he had prepared in advance.

Those vultures were just like the monsters he had encountered along the way, all shabby trash, completely unable to withstand Hawlucha's attack.

After successfully stepping onto the black soil, he gave Hawlucha a praise and recalled it into its magic card.

Then, he continued to move forward.

The destination, "demon king's castle", was right in front of his eyes. According to the information sent by Professor Silver before, White and the others had all gone into the "demon king's castle" and were currently laying the final siege.

With "demon king's castle" being the center of the whole ritual, the monsters guarding it would naturally not be as weak as before, and the difficulty of the siege would greatly increase.

But with the assistance of Tom Nixon and Professor Ryan Hex, it wouldn't be difficult for White to pass through it.

The difficulty lay in the fact that this was a ritual centered on [the Brave One].

As the actor playing [the Brave One], White had to rely on his own strength as much as possible. The rest of his companions could only serve as foil and must not take over the main role.

At this junction, guidance from Tom Nixon, who was aware of part of the "script", was necessary.

"Guide the Brave One to defeat the demon king"—this was one of the missions of the [mage] played by Tom Nixon.

In addition, Ryan Hex, as the actor playing the [grandfather], was on the surface an elderly disabled man who wouldn’t easily take action, which fit right into the bill.

Of course, the current situation was unclear.

Professor Medea could only "see" that the light dots representing them had already converged. She couldn’t tell for sure whether or not they had joined up.

Perhaps, Ryan Hex was still observing in secret.

The purpose of Ryan Hex's trip tonight, as he had previously told Dark, was to track down the red-haired woman, the actor of [demon king]—Ophelia Bullard.

Ophelia had deliberately appeared in his sight and successfully lured him out.

At the moment, the entire ritual seemed to be going smoothly.

If Ophelia Bullard hadn't sent that series of numbers through the access card, Professor Silver and Professor Medea wouldn’t have put up any vigilance.

Because they fully believed in Ophelia Bullard.

……

"When exactly did something go wrong with Ophelia Bullard—before, or after she came into contact with Professor Silver?"

Even though Dark had arrived at the "demon king's castle", he was still puzzling over this question, unable to come to an answer.

"If it was the former, it means that she deliberately reached out to Professor Silver and guided her into proposing this ritual. If so, the final act of this ritual is questionable."

"Based on this premise, the statement she gave to Professor Silver is bound to be mixed with lies."

"At least, her goal of removing the influence of the embrace is certainly fabricated."

"If so, her initial purpose should’ve been just to revive Vlad the Vampire and restore his memory."

"But because she was caught by Professor Silver, she had no choice but to surrender herself and pretend compliance. Perhaps, having the conversation with Professor Silver had instead given her more ideas."

"Such as setting up such a ritual and constructing a scene where the [demon king can kill the Brave One]!"

"If the final act of the ritual turns into [the demon king killing the Brave One], it's very likely that she'll complete the bloodline advancement with the help of the ritual."

"Just like how one needs to advance from Thrall, to Bloodseeker, and then to vampire after being embraced by a vampire, Ophelia Bullard certainly also has to go through a similar process."

"If the ritual goes as she wishes, she may be able to obtain the qualification to become the demon king."

"This possibility isn’t low."

"But I’m inclined towards the latter."

"If it's the latter… it's likely that the ritual itself has impacted her and instead spurred the completion of the embrace."

"After all, she’s the [demon king] designated by the ritual."

……

"Although human nature is complex, Ophelia Bullard is White Gawd's mother after all. Even a tiger won't eat its own cub… or so I hope."

The moment he entered the demon king's castle, a chill suddenly came over him, making him shiver in reflex.

Dark glanced at the ruins around him and spotted many traces of battle.

He pondered for a moment, and then commanded in a low voice, "DemiDevimon, track it."

DemiDevimon, who flew in the air in the stance of a familiar spirit, immediately activated the [tracking] ability exclusive to familiar spirits.

Its eyes opened wide as it rapidly gathered information, its body instinctively flying in a certain direction.

Dark gave Leomon and Gatomon each a word of caution before cautiously following after DemiDevimon.

Because White and the others had to move with [the Brave One] as the core, the speed of their siege wouldn’t be too fast.

Professor Medea was also continuously keeping track of their progress.

There was still plenty of time.

……

The entire demon king's castle was a true replica, with paths extending in all directions. The deeper they went, the less effective DemiDevimon's [tracking] ability became.

Dark could only take out [Misdreavus]'s magic card, and then add it up with the traces left along the way to determine the route, groping his way forward.

As most of the monsters along the way had been cleared by [the Brave One]’s party, he encountered almost no obstacles.

Not long after, Dark had already reached the depth of the demon king's castle.

"It should be close by."

As a sense of premonition came into his mind, Dark slowed down his pace.

Everything he had thought of so far was just speculations.

His mission was to ensure the smooth progression of the ritual.

Even if something really went wrong with Ophelia Bullard, as long as the direction of the ritual itself was on track and they succeeded in constructing the final ending of [the Brave One killing the demon king], the influence of "the embrace" in Ophelia Bullard’s body would be successfully removed.

In other words, all they had to do was [kill the demon king] in the ritual.

The difficulty lay in the fact that the [demon king] was the Blood Princess, one of the heroes of the golden age!

"With the hero of the golden age as my opponent, what are my chances of winning?"

"Oh no, I'm getting excited!"

……

On top of the spiral clock tower, Professor Silver, who was still inside the pumpkin carriage, squinted at the wisp of breeze in her hand.

The breeze that should’ve had no shape was like a lump of dough under the ministrations of her two fingers, pinched and kneaded at will.

"Medea, what do you think the probability of success is?"

Faced with Professor Silver's repeated question for the umpteenth time, Medea impatiently replied, "100%."

Professor Silver's face turned surly. "I'm talking to you nicely!"

As the moonlight in Professor Medea's eyes flickered, her expression abruptly changed. "It's about to start!"

Frowning, Professor Silver immediately tapped out with her hand, and the wisp of [Wind Spirit] that had been kneaded into a thin needle instantly began to intensely vibrate.

Thereupon, the wisp of [Blessing of the Wind Spirit] hidden in Dark's hair synchronously vibrated, transmitting a fuzzy sound.

"The final battle has begun!"

……

Dark instantly gathered his focus, the card [Wonderland] grasped in his palm.

"Leomon!"

"Here."

After responding, Leomon quickly bent down.

Dark leaped up and deftly sat on its shoulders.

It raised its hand to support his body, and then stood up straight.

Dark's line of sight instantly rose. He adjusted his position and promptly said, "I'm ready, let's go."

Almost simultaneously, a sound of explosion dulled down by the layers of heavy walls abruptly echoed.

Without having to wait for an order, Leomon immediately rushed towards the source of the sound.

Gatomon followed beside it like a gust of wind.

DemiDevimon desperately flapped its wings and followed closely behind.

They crossed over the path in the blink of an eye.

……

"We're here."

Leomon stopped at the entrance of the colossal great hall without revealing its figure.

Inside the hall, Ophelia Bullard was leaning back on the throne with a lazy look on her face.

The gigantic throne inlaid with jewels was too big for Ophelia, who had a normal human figure.

As she reclined there, it looked as though she was resting on a bed.

Her long blood-red hair flowed down like a waterfall, hanging down from the throne onto the ground, loosely pooling on the ground like a pond of water.

Inside the ritual, Ophelia Bullard had completely removed her disguise, not only showing her truest hair color, but also fully revealing her delicate facial features.

Her skin was fair to the point of being pale. Her deep eyes and high nose bridge, coupled with her small yet sensual lips, were incredibly striking.

On her left cheek, from the corner of her left eye extending all the way down to her jawbone, there was a fine blood streak that looked like a musical note, seductive and eye-catching.

Down along the slender neck, her clavicle was smooth and delicate, the slight dip of her collarbone seemed as though it would bewitch one's soul.

Ophelia Bullard, who had discarded her inhibitions, had a well-endowed and shapely bosom. A tight-fitting dress perfectly outlined her curves, glorious as a mountain range.

She was dripping with charm from her head down to her toes.

This was completely different from the information and photos of the Blood Princess that Dark had seen from Professor Silver.

The Blood Princess in her academy days should have been a shy and introverted black-haired girl.

The Blood Princess during her days on the battlefield had become gentle, sophisticated, generous and graceful.

"If what I see is not an act..."

Dark took a deep breath and looked at the rest of the people.

It hadn't been long since the "final battle" of the ritual had started, but the situation had already spiraled into an unexpectedly bad direction.

Tom Nixon, a third-year top student and a precious fighting force of [the Brave One]’s party, had actually fainted on the ground.

Ryan Hex, who seemed to have suddenly appeared to save Tom Nixon, was giving him emergency treatment while propped up on his cane.

Meanwhile, [the Brave One] White and his [partner] Robert were both standing in the middle of the hall, looking as though they were... dazed?

……

Dark quickly analyzed the situation before him.

Tom Nixon was the one who knew part of the "script".

If Ophelia Bullard wanted to guide the ritual in the direction she wished, she had to first get rid of him.

The "lie" the ritual was wrapped in must not be exposed.

Although Tom Nixon wasn’t weak, because he was aware of the "script", he had no vigilance against Ophelia Bullard. It made sense for him to be caught off guard and taken down.

The explosion just now was probably caused by Tom Nixon's emergency defense being shattered.

As for why White and Robert were in a daze in the middle of the battlefield?

Dark really couldn't figure it out.

His eyes continued to scan around the hall and finally landed on the blood magic circle on the side of the throne.

In the magic circle emitting a blood-red light, a blood-like liquid was rapidly flowing.

A glass jar with a diameter of 13 centimeters was quietly floating above the magic circle.

The glass jar contained a transparent liquid, with a fleshy infant curled up in it.

That was undoubtedly the fetus of Vlad the Vampire!

Feeling the vibration of [Misdreavus]’s magic card, Dark finally grasped a relatively comprehensive understanding of the situation on the field.

"Come out."

Just as Dark tried to continue observing, Ophelia Bullard languidly called out from the throne.

Her scarlet eyes were unequivocally looking straight in his direction.

Dark knew that he had been discovered.

He jumped down from Leomon's shoulders and stepped into the hall.

The hall was grand and spacious, with finely sculpted beams and pillars, and lamps densely embedded in the walls. The entire space was brightly lit by the fire.

The elegant blond boy stepped over the raised threshold and strode forward with unchangingly steady steps.

"Good evening, Miss Ophelia Bullard, this is the third time we’ve met."

Including the eye contact at the duel festival, this could be considered the third time, right?

While Dark was thinking so, Ophelia Bullard suddenly replied, "Good evening, Alvette's child, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

Dark furrowed his brows.

Ophelia Bullard stretched out her slender index finger, and then lightly tapped the glass jar floating above the magic circle on the side of the throne.

The baby in the jar suddenly opened his eyes, blood-red light flashing out from his eyes.

Hidden in Dark's sleeve, [Misdreavus]’s magic card immediately thrummed. It once again released the crimson beam of light, shining on the baby.

Dark's frown deepened.

Ophelia's smile intensified.

……

Dark Demon's sudden appearance and the brief two sentences of conversation abruptly changed the atmosphere of the field.

Ryan Hex had been faster to notice him, his solemn eyes flickering as he did.

He originally wanted to shout a warning at Dark to leave quickly, but Dark and Ophelia's following conversation instantly alerted him, making him grow suspicious of Dark Demon as well. Thus, he just looked back and forth between Dark and Ophelia with a cautious gaze.

Lagging a step behind, White Gawd and Robert Brogheim had just realized that someone else had entered the hall.

They both turned around at the same time.

Upon clearly seeing that it was Dark, Robert asked in surprise, "Dark, why are you here too?"

However, White's face was brimming with joyful surprise. Even when he turned to look at Dark, he was still smiling from ear to ear.

Glancing at Tom Nixon who was lying on the ground, Dark could never guess that White would have such an expression.

But out of consideration for his classmate, he still cautioned, "White, don't stand in the middle."

However, White didn't pay it any heed.

He didn't even care about why Dark would show up here, but was simply eager to share his joy.

"Wait, Dark, listen to me."

"I found my mother!"

……

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