The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Not to mention how anxious Alessio was about the possible disgrace, after sending the vampire away, Ruzius sorted out the day’s records and lay down on his bed, trying to cultivate sleepiness.

    It had been four days since he had been able to sleep.
His spirit was highly exhausted.
He was completely supported by his will not to show his decrepitude.
He went to the hospital, and Zhu Heng could not give an exact reason, except to suggest that he might try lying back in the coffin.
After all, he had slept for a long time in it and was perhaps a little more psychologically accepting.

    It might be a good idea, but Ruzius would never try it unless as a last resort.

    It was the coffin of the Vampire, and he was a hunter who hunts Vampires ……

    He once was.

    When he closed his eyes, some messy fragments of memories began to intrude on him, as had happened often recently.
He kept recalling the towering building of the Temple, the bell tower, the pigeons, and the huge Silver Cross of twisted thorns, forged by skilled craftsmen.
The Silver Cross cast a shadow against the light at sunrise, enveloping the square in front of the Temple, where devout believers bowed and prayed.

    He felt that the fragment of memory seemed longer this time.
His former self was preparing to begin his day of study and training and glanced at the Silver Cross on his way out when suddenly the young Saint noticed a dark mist floating on the distant horizon.

    It was the Lich’s curtain of the dead.

    The curtain enveloped the site of the Temple, the light was squeezed out, and only dense darkness was spreading.
The Temple’s first alarm was sounded, and countless elite hunters poured out.
The priests were chanting spells of protection, the bright light from their magic staff wavering like fireflies in the black tide.

    Beneath the curtain, the young Lich flicked her sceptre, and a large number of priests fell.
And then the huge black shadow skipped past the Lich and glided towards the top of the Temple – where the glorious Silver Cross of Thorns was.

    Vampire, bat-wings, friends with the Lich’s, can resist the radiance of the Silver Cross ……

    Alessio!

    “Ruzius, boy, come with me!” His teacher pushed through the door, his tone urgent but still steady.

    “This is a rare opportunity for you to observe.
We will assign the most elite hunters currently available to confront him.
Of course, those hunters are nowhere near as good as the future you, you are the blade that will only cut into that Vampire Prince.” The old man said, leading him to the angled tower that looked away from the Silver Cross, and then issued an order through the long-range crystal.

    “Counterattack!”

    Many magic cannons fired together, the holy light illuminating everything.
The priests who had re-substituted themselves chanted again.
This time the young Lich did not move, only the vampire remained fixed his gaze on the Silver Cross.
The bat wings behind him began to change angle as he prepared to land.

     “Evil vampire! God will condemn you!” The most distinguished of the hunters rushed forward.
The Temple did not only train hunters for a particular powerful dark creature, but also trained many ordinary hunters extensively.
There was no shortage of excellence amongst these, and it was Ammon the Hunter, who was in the same term as Ruzius, who now faced him.

    The hunter roared and charged at the vampire.
His hooks and ropes, magic and swords, all carrying the intent to kill without return.
He thought that after all his years of training, at least …… at least he had the power to fight in the first battle ……

    The vampire moved behind him in an instant, all attacks falling short, and he even waded in to make some small talk.

    “…… your name?”

    The hunter’s pupils instantly tightened, and Ruzius, who was quietly watching from the tower, clenched his fists.

    He didn’t understand what emotions were surging through his heart at this point, only that a strong sense of suffocation grabbed him.
In this memory, he thought he was angry and unresigned for his soon-to-be-dead companion.
Watching the memory, he thought so at first, until ……

    “Am …… mon ……”

    The vampire smiled brightly, a bit of the tip of his fangs showing when he smiled, and the pupils of his deep rose-coloured eyes were glowing.

    “Good name.” The vampire smiled in praise, “Suitable for carving on a tombstone.”

    The Hunter was caught off guard, and with a single strike, the Vampire broke all his defences.
The Hunter was thrown deep into the ground of the square and twitched a few times, but actually did not die.

    There was no doubt that the Vampire intentionally let him go, why? Ruzius thought with his remembering self.
If it had been him, if it had been him facing the Vampire, he would have done better, he would have defended against that blow, he would have even had the chance to counterattack, and he would have let the proud flying Vampire fall to the ground.
He would not have retreated in such a sorry state.

    Why was he not allowed to face the Vampire now?!

    He must …… he must ……

    The Saint’s fingertips dug into the wooden window edge, and now looking at this memory, Ruzius read his own heart from the past.

    [The-one-who-was -asked- the -name -should- have-been-me.]

    He’s committed a crime.

    He was-

    Jealous.

    Alessio spent the night worrying, but eventually fell asleep while still worrying.
When he woke up, he put it aside for the moment and started thinking about what he was going to eat in the morning.

    Ellie had recently become more assured with him.
Moreover, the Conservation Center was very secure, she no longer reported to his room every day, but met him in the cafeteria.
Alessio went next door and tapped on the door.
It took a while before the Saint opened the door fully dressed and looking ready to go, only the greenish blackness under his eyes was becoming more and more apparent.

    “Stayed up late again?” Alessio tsked twice, “Humans and Vampires are not the same.
I can stay up as long as I want without it showing physically, so you should stay up less.”

    The Saint was silent for the first time, without any intention to retaliate against him.
Alessio frowned in confusion and approached the Saint.

    “God …… Ruzius, what’s wrong with you?”

    Hearing his name come out of the Vampire’s mouth, the Saint’s body shook slightly, and then lowered his eyelashes to hide the change in his expression.

    “Nothing.” He replied as calmly as he could, “I remembered something from the past last night, something about you …… destroying the Silver Cross.”

    It was one of Alessio’s achievements that he remembered.
He nodded rather happily at his words.

    “I remember that too.”

    Ruzius’ hand clenched.
He told himself not to ask not to ask, that it would only deepen his sin again, but despite what reason advised, he asked, pretending not to care.

    “I’m a little curious as to why you didn’t kill that hunter.”

    Immediately after asking, he kept his eyes on the Vampire’s expression.
He had anticipated the other person’s expressions as nervous, or a dawning realization, or a slight smile, but he found that he had expected all of those to be wrong ……

    Because the Vampire looked bewildered.

    He had to add some more, nominally hints, but in fact stakes that he himself was extremely concerned about.

    “You asked his name and let him ho.”

    Alessio thought hard for a moment before laughing, “Is there such a thing? I honestly don’t even remember this person.
What did I say then? I’m ninety percent sure, even if I had asked for the name, it would have been just to put in a harsh word.”

    [It’s a good name …… suitable for carving on a tombstone.]

    Ruzius felt his tightly wrinkled heart stretch out like never before.
He looked sideways at the Vampire next to him, his pointed fangs showing because he was wearing a bit of a smile, the pupils of his deep rose-coloured eyes looking up at him, the tattoo of a sword embracing a rose giving his whole face a kind of eminence that was unique to the dark creature.

    The Vampire didn’t remember the hunter or even that incident.

    “So, what’s the guy’s name?” Alessio was also a little curious at being asked that.

    “…… No need to tell you.”

    The Saint quickened his pace, leaving a slightly dazed Alessio behind.
Alessio buffered in place for a moment and was instantly furious.

    “Psycho! Then what are you asking me to remember the past for?!”

    He took back what he had said earlier about thinking the psycho was well-behaved! This is a psychopath! Is it fun to hang him?!

    Ruzius listened to the movement of the Vampire behind him as he quickly followed him, and took a deep breath in order to suppress the little smile that almost floated to his lips.
His left eye still warned him with sharp pain, but this time, he chose to ignore it.

    He remembered the aftermath of that memory from last night – 

    The Silver Cross of thorns crashed heavily to the ground, and the devotees wept aloud around the skeleton of the cross.
His teacher was among them, tears flowing slowly down his old cheeks.
When he raised his face again, it was full of bitter hatred.

    From the black mist behind the Lich, slowly emerged a monstrous beast, with a lion’s body and scorpion tail.
It also shed tears of hatred and, with its front paws in front, bowed deeply to the Vampire.

    This was the king of Manticores, the tower that Queen Delvi had built, forged from the tails of its people, and the Vampire had completed its revenge for its clan.

    Because he was looking at the memories, he could see the expressions on each face, the hatred, the awe, the fear and the ulterior motives.
He remembered what the vampire had asked him to think about.
He himself had committed a crime.
The chances of his teachers and friends, even if they possessed a stronger faith than his, breeding malice could not be said to equal zero.

    He still had a lot of time to think and verify it in his own memories.

    The world was no longer pure white in his eyes.

    He himself was the source of the stain.

    In order to welcome Alessio’s arrival, the Army Headquarters raised a grey curtain to ensure that the sun would not harm the vampire.
Alessio finally ended the conversation about psycho’s insomnia before setting off.
Had he not gone to the hospital before he left, he would still be in the dark about psycho.
Zhu Heng listened to his suggestion, and they plan to press the psycho back into the coffin to see the situation.

    The old marshal had some matters to attend to and could not meet them until noon, but he specially arranged for an adjutant to show them around briefly.
Alessio looked at the emblem of the *Griffin’s head at the Military Headquarters and asked.

(T/N: The Griffin is a mythical creature with the body, tail, and back legs of a lion; the head and wings of an eagle; and sometimes an eagle’s talons as its front feet.
Refer to the picture below)

    “There are still Griffins here?”

    A Griffin is very different from a scorpion lion.
The comparison is probably like that of a police dog and a husky.
Griffins were naturally good at following orders.
They have crystal wall magic and fire.
Their huge wings made them kings of the skies; in Alessio’s time, the Temple’s Griffin Knights were so formidable that powerful hunters would also usually sign a contract with a Griffin, sharing *weal and woe.

(T/N: Sharing honour and disgrace)

    Alessio remembered that Psycho once had one too.
He was lucky enough to live out its three-hundred-year life.

    After all, the Temple would freeze the psychopaths but would not go to the trouble of freezing a Griffin.

    “Yes.
Although the Headquarters does not have a large-scale Griffin training ground, it does have small grounds for Griffins to live in.” The adjutant said, “If you are interested, I will report to the Marshal and you can take a look this afternoon.”

    Alessio caught a glimpse of the psycho’s eyes lighting up and nodded dryly.

    Go if you like.
Although he was visually tired of seeing them, but at this stage, the psycho should not have seen much of a Griffin.

 

Griffin: