Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!-Chapter 572: Emma Lewis (1)

Emma Lewis was once hailed as the Princess of the Dark Kingdom, a woman who aspired to be one of the world's acclaimed Blood Vampire Generals. She has always had a great reputation among the world's population and is one of the most desired women today.

She may not have been a Heiress, but her talent and determination were known throughout the four directions.

Despite this, when she broke away from the Dark Kingdom and left the border troops, she was seen in a man's arms. Then everyone realized that one of the most desired women today had been taken.

And no one could do anything.

The man who took her was someone who had proven himself powerful enough to take control of one of the most powerful cities in the world today, one that even the Vampire Clans had to be careful of.

Matthew Dietrich had so many titles, each more alarming than the last, that no one wanted to even approach Emma again.

Even Charles Relish had remained silent, which came as a surprise.

But because of that, Matthew's fame completely eclipsed Emma, and she began to lose the status she had worked so hard to achieve.

After all, she gave up everything she wanted to achieve. Where was her Determination? Where was that woman who tried to achieve everything independently?

But the reality is that all those who said that were being hypocritical. Because at her feet, everyone would choose the same without hesitation. But that was the way of vampire society... or any race.

As she walked through an unfamiliar fortified city, Emma's ears were filled with the sound of war and the frequent explosions. She was waiting for the right moment to attack, and she didn't need to see the war to know when to do it; it was enough to listen.

Seeing the desperation in the people running across the road had become commonplace for her, as many cities had been attacked recently, and the same thing happened in all of them.

At first, she tried to look the other way, but she soon realized this was not what an Empress should do.

You do not ignore your people's discomfort; you face it and stand up for them. And you do not ignore those who threaten your people; on the contrary, you destroy them. In both cases, you must always look ahead.

Emma was used to this. She had seen this scenario many times as someone who had been at war for most of her life. She knows that, at the root of a war, civilians will die. Many have to die in order to save many more.

You can't think you want to reign if you're not willing to sacrifice a few to save many. At least in this world it's like that, and not even in the fantasy written by the great authors of the world does that change.

And it will change even less when the enemy they have in front of them is the kind that uses civilians as human shields.

She looked at many of these people, some wearing slightly strange clothes that she could recognize.

"The Curse of the Dagger has infected each and every one of them... As Matt suspected, all these cities are part of that religion. The betrayal... How will he look at it? It will surely affect him to see the race his father created turning its back on his teachings..."

She knew it; they were all enemies. But those enemies were surely a thorn in the heart of the man she loved, so it hurt her a little that it was so.

How would it feel to create something or someone, to indulge them, to give them everything, but that, at the end of it all, they turn their back on you and decide to kill you?

'It must feel horrible...'

Luckily for her, the Curse of the Dagger was inactive, so she wouldn't have to see anything strange happen now.

Walking through the city, she entered a rowdy bar where everyone tried to flee.

She sat on the bench behind the bar and ordered some wine, shocking the man behind the bar.

"Lady... Aren't you going to run away?"

"Why would I? I haven't had my wine yet."

"Haven't you noticed that there's a war going on, on the other side of the door? We're under attack..."

"Oh, right. If you pour me some wine and don't leave here, you won't die. So don't worry." She smiled at him.

This confused him. The man put his hand to his head and scratched himself but sighed when he saw she wasn't planning to move. So, without thinking too much about it, he poured her some wine and also a little for himself.

Finally, he sat down in front of her.

"You won't run away? You won't fight?" she asked, taking a sip.

The man shrugged. "Lady, I'm a crazy old man who once opened a bar with all the effort of my life after fighting in the war against the devourers. If my country called me back to fight those guys, I'd surely be active again, but now..." He let out a long sigh as he looked out the window.

"It's a fight between vampires. I don't want to fight against my own kind; I'm sure we weren't created for that. So I'll die here if that's my destiny. I spent all my life savings in this place, and this is my home; I have no family, and I'm old enough to look for one, so dying alone isn't so bad."

Emma stared at him and smiled a little.

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It was a good answer.

'Surely he's my father's age... If my father had a fraction of what he has... Everything would be different.'

She sighed.

"Can I ask you something?" Emma asked.

"Ask away, lady. But quickly, because you can't last long here. The fire will soon reach us, and those terrifying explosions will engulf us. So you have to leave before that happens."

She smiled.

"Why aren't you like all those people running out there?"

He frowned, confused, and looked outside. He understood after a few seconds of wondering what she was talking about.

"They are members of that strange new religion. They are all hypocrites; they say they ask their god to stop wars, but they all carry murderous weapons in their pockets. I am an old man who serves wine; I have seen several of them murder innocent people in cold blood just because they don't want to join them. I cannot be part of a sect like that. I still have some morals that weren't lost in the war."

He had fought in the war but also served wine for many years. Having known so many people in different situations of despair, he had developed an innate ability to see through people. So, he was a rich source of information and experience.

That was why Emma came here, although initially it was just a whim.

But she didn't expect this old man, who didn't seem afraid of death, to be so interesting.

She couldn't help but compare him with her father again, but her father seemed to be getting further and further away from him, and in the end, she sighed and stopped.

She finished the wine he had served her, which was non-alcoholic; surely, he did it so that she wouldn't get drunk and could run away when the time came. Then she put the glass on the table and got up.

"Old man, if you stay here, you won't die. If the whole city is destroyed, a new city will be founded from this bar, shining brighter than the old one. Then I will bring my husband here, drink a glass of wine together again, and honor you for your good thoughts."

Having said this, Emma turned and left.

The man finished his wine and sighed.

"If you were alive, you would surely be a great woman like her, wouldn't you... My daughter? I just hope that this girl can have a good ending..." He leaned back in his seat and sighed, remembering his deceased daughter as the explosions became more frequent.