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Chapter 961: 16.7 First Red Star - Esther Dawn

He is now reading the Fenrir Skoll information. He was really perplexed since what he learned about this wolf ancestor was already known to him. An ancient wolf that was close to passing death who had spent his entire life searching for his fated Luna. He accepted a young cub with navy blue fur as his son and heir, adopting it. But, it was this young werewolf who revealed to the vampires about his foster father and forced him to act personally.

Cassius Ambrosia mumbles, "He is different from the one everyone knows. Another werewolf? Or~ is his soul replaced? Truly an interesting little mutt."

He keeps reading what his servant had handed him to read. He was now reading the article about the fated crest on the werewolf and their predestined Luna. Luna's presence in the Fenrir Tribe is regarded as holding the highest significance in a werewolf's heart.

A "Luna" is more valuable than anything in a werewolf's life since they are regarded as their mate or other half, greater than everything in their life.

If Luna is the partner of the King of Werewolves, all the werewolves would lay down their lives for her or him no matter what. As he or she is the queen that was rightful to stand beside the king.

There was a mysterious imprint that Luna and his werewolf would share. The pair would have an identical imprint, and this crest would show up on any area of their body. It resembles a permanent tattoo that is impossible to remove. This crest is proof that he is the Luna of a werewolf. Only the fated one would share the same imprint, having this means the Luna is the most important person in the life of a werewolf even if his whole tribe was against the Luna.

The impression of a black snowflake that emerged in the outer corner of Cassius Ambrosia's left eye was softly stroked. To get rid of the crest, he has previously tried cutting off his flesh there, but no matter what he does, the impression is still there.

Cassius Ambrosia said, "A Luna? The fated mate of a werewolf. The most significant existence in a werewolf's life. What a dumb thing."

He starts to burn and incinerate the papers he is holding. He disperses his aura over the whole Dark Forest and locates the aura of the idiot werewolf who refused to leave after being resurrected a second time.

Cassius Ambrosia mumbled, "Since you don't leave I will just have to kill you until you do."

Ever since this night, the monarch of the night would continuously kill the undying werewolf in his territory. Fenrir a Skoll would sometimes die thrice a day or sometimes once a day. No matter what, his death toll rises daily, and he has no idea what enraged his wife to act in such a manner.

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Meanwhile at the Death Mountain Range,

Werewolves' Territory...

Conri Lycaon has finished reading his father's final letter. After reading the letter to its conclusion, he was unable to contain his tears. This was his foster father's last will, and all that was ultimately written on it was advice for his lone cub and words of care.

"In the end... He never blames me." Conri Lycaon mumbles.

The butler said, "The Supreme Lord loves you a lot. Hm? Master, there seems to be another page."

As he was informed, Conri lifted the first paper and saw another page. The next one still has his father's writing and a P. S. was written on it.

[P.S.

Cub, Dad had been thinking about it for so long. I know you hate humans but education is still needed to grow up. Humans just happened to be useful when it comes to education. Can you promise Dad one thing? I want you to enter Genus Academy. This is a special school created by all three races.

This is the only neutral zone where all descendants of the three races can go. Dad wants you to go there for education. Is it okay, Cub? Dad hopes you agree. If you do go to Vilkas he would help you with the process.

Dad's only wish is for you to be happy. Be cautious at all times. I love you always, my cub.]

Conri Lycaon looked bewildered and asked the butler, "Foster Father had always wanted to send me to school?"

"... Yes, Master. Well you know... our tribe was originally primitive. Most werewolves were uneducated. So the Supreme Lord had always wanted to see the Master go to school." The butler answered honestly.

Conri Lycaon looks over his foster father's letter while pressing a fist to his temple. He was certainly thinking a lot. He finally gave up and sighed deeply.

"Butler, send someone to convey a message to Elder Villas. As well as Randal Ruid. Send them a summoning order. As for the schedule... Tomorrow will be good. I'm a little fatigued. Free my time for the remainder of the day," Conri Lycaon remarked.

He got up in order to return to his room and have a snooze there. He took the letter with him after gently folding it back. His father's final testament included words of affection for him. What would happen if he ran upon Ye Xiajie who had taken the place of his father's soul in the vessel?

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At the depths of the Dark Forest...

Fenrir Skoll was asleep in a cave when it suddenly shattered and fell over him, burying him beneath a small mountain of boulders. He died quickly after being crushed by such a massive weight. His body degenerated into a mass of bloody, crushed flesh. The Lord God periodically died unexpectedly, and System Yue and System Yang had become accustomed to it.

This is the month's 100th fatality. It was obvious that someone was playing tricks on them by killing Fenrir Skoll for fun. It wasn't difficult to figure out who did it. There is only one individual in this world who is capable of doing such a thing.

Screaming, System Yue said, [AHH!!! Milord! Are you okay?]

[Don't bother. He is dead again. Get a piece of flesh and prepare to leave this location.] System Yang said.

System Yue, who was screaming as the cave erupted in front of his boss, was flying around trying to find some of the boss's flesh to save. After all, the Mo Family's Immortal Physique is too heavenly-defying. Even a small amount of flesh will suffice to resurrect them.

System Yang and System Yue search beneath the tiny stone mountain until they uncover a bit of flesh, which they then set down on a spotless surface. Under someone's eyes, a horrible vision of expanding limbs plays out as the chunk of meat happens gradually and swiftly.

The cranium was the first organ to regenerate. The wolf head, which is even larger than a human head, the neck, the torso, the feet, and finally the tail were all regenerated. Fenrir Skoll was reincarnated as a werewolf, complete and sound. Even if there is an unbelievable pain at every death, Fenrir Skoll had already gotten used to it. For him, compared to the sight of losing his beloved, physical pain is nothing at all.

Yawns~

Fenrir Skoll was yawning, "What happened? Did I die again while sleeping?" asked the black-haired wolf.

The two Systems didn't react because they sensed a familiar vibe about someone. In their avatar forms, they have been operating in stealth mode the whole time. As was to be predicted, someone descended from the skies after clearly observing the entire scenario of Fenrir Skoll's resurgence.

Cassius Ambrosia, who arrived unexpectedly, was dressed in a crisp white suit that embraces his trim, ideal form. Notice his long, lean limbs and legs, tight butt, and trim waist. His long silver hair swayed in the breeze, and his normally glum eyes were suddenly sparkling with amusement.

An icy voice comes out from those thin cerise lips saying, "You really won't die no matter what ha. How come your body possessed the immortality only a vampire should have and a regeneration ability that would allow one to be reborn with just a piece of flesh or a drop of blood? You are indeed fun~"

Perhaps the Werewolf Ancestor is pleased that he has finally appeared before Fenrir Skoll in this manner and without any desire to kill. Skoll turned to face the human shape seated on the ground with his legs crossed. He grinned at the seductive vampire in front of him while wearing only a trouser on his body and being partially nude.

"You are finally willing to talk to me! That's great!" Fenrir Skoll said.

Cassius Ambrosia spoke, "Now you don't look cute. Turn into a wolf cub and I will allow you to live in my castle." As he runs his eyes all over the man's attractive body, his face remains expressionless yet there is a hidden desire flashing within those argent orbs. This scene made Fenrir Skoll delighted in his heart.

'It seems I am still attractive in the eyes of my love even if we are strangers. But why do I feel he looks at me like I'm some kind of delicious meal...'

When Fenrir Skoll heard this, he didn't think twice before changing into a little black wolf pup. He now has the appearance of a black puppy and is gazing into his red eyes with intense satisfaction and longing. While maintaining a poker face, Cassius Ambrosia reached out and grabbed Fenrir Skoll by the back of the neck, as if lifting a cat. They returned to the old castle by air. Since that day, the two have been sharing that enormous castle.

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Somewhere within the main city...

There would be innumerable groups or people wandering around the city in the middle of the night. A gang of ghouls was fleeing for their lives as they were being pursued by vampire slayers with gold crosses on their clothing and black robes.

These ghouls belonged to Earl Elena Martel's ex-humans. They were all lesser vampires and former humans. She formed a fresh group of minions to investigate possible indications of the holy son. Of course, she was aware that a Templar Temple elite was in charge of a team searching the city for vampires and werewolves, but she gave it no attention. What can a single elite do to defeat her gang of ghouls?

Sadly, she miscalculated the might of the opponent and ended up getting several of his servants killed. Who would have thought a vampire slayer in a crimson robe would show up in the main city to personally search for the Holy Son?

"Oh fuck this, Mistress! Earl, help us!"

"I want more blood, more blood, more blood."

"You motherfuck slayers! Our races will never forget this animosity! Arg!"

The band of ghouls was destroyed by the vampire slayers in their black robes. These slayers were seasoned warriors who couldn't be compared to newcomers who wore white or gray robes; in other words, they had a lot of combat experience. More surprisingly, the man in charge of this operation is among the elite.

The hair on this man's head is long, round, and layered with obsidian, almost reaching his shoulders. His eyes were a darker pink that is almost purple in color. His aura radiated aggression and danger, and his features were sharp and rather attractive. As though he were a ferocious animal hunting in the shadows. If it weren't for the lengthy scar on his neck, he would be ideal.

What is more astonishing is that this individual was dressed in a scarlet robe with a black star design on it. This indicates that he is a significant player in the Templar Temple because, typically, only the most elite of the elite may don the same crimson robes as the Holy Son and the Pope, though with different crests embroidered on them.

This person is Esther Dawn. One of the most powerful vampire slayers in the world and Amber Dawn's older brother. He was now situated just on the roof of a building in a major city while smoking a cigarette. The few black robe slayers who had collected behind him gave him a salute.

"Archbishop Dawn. Our group had killed three groups of ghouls and 3 nomad werewolves. They possessed almost white fur and most likely were not included in the top three wolf packs of the Fenrir Tribe."

"As of now, we still haven't found clues about the Holy Son. What should we do next, Sire?"

Esther Dawn flicked his almost-finished cigarette and stepped on it. He looked at the full moon above their heads and said, "Leave two groups to patrol. The rest try hiding the traces of the Holy Son. Immediately report to me if you find him."

"Yes, Archbishop Dawn!"

Only Esther Dawn remains standing on the roof of a tall building. He was staring in the direction of the Middle Region within the city and was thinking of some things.

Esther Dawn mumbles, "It's been a while since I've gone home. Is that little brat still alive?" He also disappeared in thin air and no one knows where he went.

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Information about the three top races in this world. There are three factions that fought for supremacy in this world.

FACTIONS

Vampires

Progenitor: Cassius Ambrosia (Hei Anjing)

Servants of Ambrosia

Duke Class: Luther D'Arcy

King of Vampires: Athan Vladimir

Earl Class: Thana Daybreak, Elena Martel

Viscount Class: Alaric Blade, Selena Orpheus.

Baron Class: Lethia Keiran, Raul Ceridwen, Lilith Zane

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Werewolves (Fenrir)

[Gamma] Ancestor: Fenrir Skoll (Black)

Descendants:

[Alpha] King of Werewolves: Conri Lycaon (Dark Blue)

Subordinates:

Dark Red Wolf: [B] Randall Ruid, [B] Mayun Ruid, [O] Ashina Ruid

Brown Wolf: [B] Reika Louve, [B] Lyall Louve

Light Gray Wolf: [B] Ralph Hemming - 20

[Note: The darker the fur color is the more powerful a wolf is. Female Werewolf is rare, especially pureblood ones.]

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Human Slayers (Templar Tower)

Red Robe Golden Sun

Pope: Kenan Light

Holy Son: Asher Light (Executioner)

Red Robe Silver Moon

Cardinals: Darius Rueden (Vampire Slayer), Lemuel Elon (Monster Hunter)

Red Robe Black Star

Archbishops: (MH) Mayonaka Yoru, Esther Dawn (VS) - Elder Brother of Amber

Black Robe Gold Cross

Bishop: Mangetsu Kyoya (VS), Eve Candance (MH)

White Robe Black Cross

Priest: Disciples Vampire Slayers and Monster Hunters.

Gray Robe White Cross

Deacon: Mostly Apprentice Priest