The Guarding The Vampire Sword

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Damanda grimaced to hear Rhapael's story.

"It must be very painful. I'm sorry I made that request and you gave it to me, I'm not feeling well" Damanda said.

Rhapael. Then looked back at the bonfire again and nodded faintly.

"I only grant what can make someone accept me close to him, I'm just a monster that does not deserve to have anyone even though I have parents" said Rhapael.

"No... Prince, you are a very good person proof of my request that you may refuse but, you tell me." Damanda took something and burned it.

"All must have their own stories no matter how bad they are determined from our birth into this world, You are the successor of your father's kingdom and You should not constantly blame yourself for the death of your mother and father" Damanda said, turning to look at Rhapael from the side.

Damanda smile.

'I can say strong and happy always to others in fact I myself want to give up on my miserable life in addition to my existence here, Huuuhfh, ' Damanda's mind drifted on his former life.

Rhapael turned his head to look at Damanda from the side who was refuting his forehead with the sword hilt standing up then sighed violently.

'Is he really not of this world. I've been watching since his arrival. Judging from the color of his eyes and hair and something inside him was not him but someone else who was still twenty-one years old.' Rhapael.

Damanda is a shy and sickly girl but she is very talkative and not shy, a smile and a laugh can treat Marcus bravely.

"Prince.. Or Rhapael at ease I'm calling you," Damanda said, looking back at Rhapael who was staring at the bonfire in front of him.

"Your surrender" said Rhapael in an indifferent tone.

Damanda grunted in annoyance.

Instantly a surprise attack makes Rhapael reflexively protect Damanda's head.

"Let's hurry up and go!" Marcus's shout sent Rhapael and Damanda away immediately.

They left the simple, uninhabited hut near the river with their horses away before they boarded.

Damanda stopped immediately and Damanda was surprised that the arrow almost tore his neck.

Damanda stared at everyone on his horse as Damanda was silent because it was impossible for him to take a ride. They did not give Damanda a horse of their own.

Rhapael.

Liminoe.

Marcus and Tristan they've been on a horse. Just accept your nasi-p Damanda.

"What are you doing, come on," said Rhapael immediately extended his hand to Damanda.

"But why should... Aaa." Once pulled Damanda was already sitting on the horse Rhapael and was in front of Rhapael Damanda directly using the hood of his robe afraid his hair disturbing Rhapael's view when running the horse.

"I'm not comfortable" Damanda's great-grandson but, Rhapael didn't respond.

Instantly the horse sped up the troop of horse-hitting away and the hut was destroyed and burned.

A woman with a puff of black smoke around her and that beautiful but sinister face smiled.

"The prince has just come from here to check the area around," the creepy beauty waited for the results of her men. Niente.

The creepy woman beheaded the soldier's neck carrying useless information.

They left the burning cottage.

On the other hand Damanda was still staring at the front of the horse continuing to walk quickly. I feel like vomiting. Damanda had already ridden the horse twice but, these two times had really made him very uncomfortable.

"Stop I want to throw up" Damanda said.

Rhapael stopped his horse with the other horse.

"Damanda you..." Tristan hasn't finished talking Damanda's been throwing up behind the bush.

"Don't talk to me I'm nauseous." Suddenly everyone was silent and just trying not to hear anything.

Damanda returned and settled himself on the ground.

"We really why run and arrows, not the cottage is good for a place to stay why do not we just keep why run. So why?" Damanda stared at everything as soon as Rhapael got off his horse and asked for Damanda's hand.

"What hand do you want with my hand" said Damanda pulling his hand without much sound coming out Rhapael pulled Damanda's hand again and immediately gave a green jewel.

"That jewel can get you used to this journey, you've never been on a horse?" Damanda shook her head with Rhapael's words.

They continued their journey and went through the dense forest and river.

Until dawn they reached a settlement as much as they could disguise themselves.

"Where is this?" Damanda whispered to Tristan. Damanda Tristan and Marcus were going to the market and they also stopped by one of the inns to rest. If they don't take Damanda they might go on

"This is still the territory of the Damian Kingdom" Tristan said.

"Then..." Damanda looked and stopped at one of the clothes sellers.

This is the original clothing that people of the era of the kingdom made and this is very neat, although there is no fragrance of packaging materials and laundry soap or laundry detergent here the natural fragrance of plants and not eneg. Damanda held the material and put a little closer to his nose.

"The price of the garment was Thirty pieces of silver" said the seller after seeing Damanda and Damanda's clothes.

"It's expensive" said Damanda slowly.

Damanda went again and went around. Momentarily Marcus' hand pulled him.

"Don't talk to anyone here if you want to talk, just tell us both." Marcus whispers.

Tristan nodded.

"You don't have any money" Tristan said. Damanda.

'How come I have money here just exchange lives with the owner of the body, it feels like homeless, you give this body food drinks and clothes alakadarnya already very good and grateful,' Damanda's thoughts floated about how miserable and poor she was.

They returned to the inn after purchasing some of their travel materials.

All you need is because there is plenty of food in the forest. Damanda slightly glanced at the Innate Tristan and Marcus.

Unknowingly, a smiling woman gazed at Marcus Damanda's back and Tristan walked over.

In the evening they continued their journey. It was also only a hundred meters away from the Village that at once a woman's laughter sounded very loud. Like blocking their way.

"Welcome prince Rhapael and... That woman, Aah. must be Guarding, right? That's when you give me the sword and we'll let you go" she said with a very graceful and sweet smile on her red lips and medium-sized white teeth.

There was no word or answer at that moment as Damanda spoke.

"You who? Your clothes look like a silly woman. Move aside we want to pass," Damanda said boldly. Rhapael and the others glared and slightly held back Damanda's laughter was very articulate.

The woman was angry and upset at the instant of attacking. It was also all against and Damanda fell off the horse Damanda was a little scared by this situation.

Damanda hiding instead of not being seen precisely in incar.

Damanda continued to run away instantly crashing into the woman he was making fun of earlier.

"Give me the sword" said the woman.

"No, I don't know you" Damanda said loudly to his face.

"Basar strange woman give!" His cry when he was about to strangle Damanda, at once Rhapael's hand stopped him.

"Don't touch that woman" Rhapael said.

All the people that the beautiful and scary women brought were dead in the finish of Rhapael and the others were just that woman.

"Do you want to kill me prince, Ck.ck..." Damanda sees that Rhapael is confused.

"It's a waste of time that Rhapael just slashed his head and killed him" Damanda said loudly as Tristan and Marcus smothered Damanda's mouth.

"Yes.. Amis your hand blood," Damanda said annoyed.

Rhapael went silent for a moment sighing and closing his eyes then opened his eyes and just then the creepy beautiful woman in open clothes and the surrounding gray black smoke disappeared.

"You.. No. gabe... Only Damian has those blue eyes, but, um, your hair doesn't turn white." The woman looked at Death in front of her with a choked talk like choking.

The woman attacks with magic on Rhapael's consciousness and is well agitated Instantly Rhapael throttles the woman violently and slams her to the ground.

Marcus and Tristan cover up Damanda's view.

"I want to see get out...."

"No Damanda you're drunk on the way you can throw up again" Tristan said.

"Yes.. Bothering you this is so slovenly if you've vomited in the middle of the trip."

"What do you mean Marcus.. Hey. You're just a snacker so who's a slob," Damanda said not to accept.

"You can't take it if you vomit on a horse yesterday." Marcus is more upset. Tristan is confused. Limino pretends not to see and hear anything.

Rhapael and the black-smoked woman were still in the position of Rhapael strangling his neck to see the woman's face in pain.

"You helped Galen finish off Damian's kingdom and kill my father" Rrapael said.

Instantly a blue spark that did not know where it came from, immediately burned the woman until it blurted.

Damanda wanted to see in the Tristan barrier and was blindfolded by Marcus.

Rhapael looked at the woman's charred body burning to turn into coals and petrified and hardened and turned into a large pebble.

Rhapael turned around at once Damanda looked at the face of Rhapael who was tired of fighting. Returning to continue the journey of Damanda sitting in front of Rhapael again it feels strange there is a creepy and killing coming from Rhapael.

Damanda may be scared but, What Rhapael is really a monster seen if Rhapael fought slashing the men of the strange woman earlier.

Damanda was a little scared but, realizing Marcus Limino and Tristan were there, Damanda was even more frightened. What if they were all criminals, but the Rhapael story is clearly depicted in Damanda's memory.

Damanda looked at himself. The face of Rhapael's mother is not clear but it is certain that Damanda ever remembered and depicted on her head Rhapael's mother a very brave man and a sword with a white jewel once in her possession.

Damanda looked ahead.

Why did Damanda give birth to the things that were in the museum at that time and the sword that Damanda carried, very heavy and large also has a white gem and Damanda's memory goes back to how her mother Rhapael swung the sword then smiled. Eh.. wait to smile, Damanda is actually thinking what? don't don't force this sword or suddenly his head like a recording of his mother Rhapael spinning.