"Camilla."
That name should have belonged to Y'lisabet.
Just like Vlad III, who was known as Dracula, became a vampire that the world was familiar with. Elizabeth was the same. Her name, Camilla, was the evidence, the future, and the end of her life as a vampire.
However, Y'lisabet, who was summoned at the age of fourteen, has not yet committed the crime of sucking the blood of girls, let alone being crowned with the name "Camilla."
But now, Y'lisabet called out the name that belonged to her future self.
The person he was calling for was Assassin.
Assassin, the cruel and ruthless enemy servant, used the torture instrument called Iron Maiden to torture girls, thirsting for blood.
"You …! You were summoned …!? "
Camilla shouted, and her hand that was not holding the torture instrument reached out.
Her sharp nails immediately burst out like a claw on Camilla's finger, and cut a bloody trace, cutting toward Y'lisabet.
"You can be summoned, why can't I?"
Y'lisabet waved the magic spear and stabbed the incoming claw.
"Clang!"
In the fierce sparks, the magic spear and the claw bounced off each other, making Y'lisabet and Camilla also separated, jumping back and pulling away.
However, even if the distance was pulled away, the two of them still looked at each other with fierce sparks.
That was hatred.
That was disgust.
That was also resistance.
Y'lisabet and Camilla vented their emotions to each other.
Just because …
"A little girl who is still wet behind the ears …!"
Camilla gritted her teeth and glared at Y'lisabet.
"I'm not a little girl! I'm everyone's idol! Like! Like! "
Y'lisabet shouted as if she was stimulated.
But that made Camilla's expression distorted.
"What idol? How stupid! "Camilla stared at Y'lisabet and said," Stop that unrealistic dream! "
"No!" Y'lisabet stubbornly retorted, "It's you who should stop that kind of meaningless behavior!"
What behavior?
Of course, it was the behavior of obsessively pursuing the blood of girls, the behavior of pursuing a beautiful appearance.
And that idea, even if Y'lisabet didn't say it herself, Camilla could understand it.
The reason was simple.
"Since you are me and we are the same existence, there is no reason for you not to listen to yourself. Do you hear me?"
Elizabeth demanded unreasonably.
However, the content of his words was enough to shock everyone.
"The same existence?"
On the side, Vlad III, who was confronting Kiyohime, turned his head with interest.
"… Is that so?"
Kiyohime finally understood why Y'lisabet was so obsessed with killing the enemy's Assassin.
That was right.
Elizabeth and Camilla had always been one entity.
Just like what was said before, even if it was the same existence, there was a possibility of being summoned at the same time. It was just a matter of different attributes, ages, and time periods.
Elizabeth and Camilla were like that.
One of them was Elizabeth, who had been summoned at the age of fourteen and had yet to commit a heinous crime. The other was Camilla, who had already become an adult and committed a crime as the Bloody Countess. She was sentenced to life imprisonment and finally died in prison.
This led to a decisive confrontation between the two sides.
Although Y'lisabet was noble, overbearing, cruel, and ruthless, she was not as inhumane as the legend said. Although she was an evil anti-hero, she was also a girl who yearned for love. She had a timid temperament, and she didn't do evil thoroughly. Even if she was summoned, the result was that she would either help her own people or let the enemy escape. She would be kind at the critical moment. She was a sensible and obedient villain.
On the contrary, Camilla didn't have the lovely past, and she cruelly pursued blood.
It was normal for there to be such a difference between the two of them.
After all, the reason why Camilla pursued blood was that she wanted to use blood to maintain her beautiful appearance.
Y'lisabet was still young, and she didn't need to pursue beauty at all. As an anti-hero, she was a dabbler.
One of them was her past self, and the other was her future self, but they were irreconcilable.
The young Y'lisabet refused to be Camilla, and she didn't want to commit a stupid crime for such a meaningless thing.
Camilla also hated Y'lisabet. To her, Y'lisabet was just content with ignorance, singing the praises of youth, and she didn't need to do anything to remain beautiful and lovely.
In summary, Y'lisabet would stubbornly target Camilla.
Similarly, the moment Camilla saw Y'lisabet, there was no one else in her eyes.
"Unpleasant … It's really unpleasant …"
Camilla whispered.
"Seeing a past that doesn't know what reality is and only knows how to waste youth and beauty, it's really unpleasant!"
In response, Y'lisabet's face tightened, and she spoke softly.
"I know that you are my future. You are my true nature. At the same time, you are also my end. No matter how much I resist you, history will not change. I am still that Bloody Countess that everyone fears. The crimes that you have committed are all that I must bear."
But …
"But, I still want to say it."
Y'lisabet poured out loudly.
"I definitely don't want to be you! Definitely not! "
For this reason, Y'lisabet came here, just to stop her future self.
This made Camilla really angry.
"Then I will do my best to deny you and erase this unbearable past!"
Camilla's body surged with a thick blood aura.
"Come on!"
Y'lisabet also mobilized all the magical power in her body.
The two servants stared at each other, and then they rushed toward each other.
After seeing this scene, Vlad III and Kiyohime also looked at each other.
"It's really an unimaginable impromptu performance."
This was the only thought Vlad III had in mind.
"Then, shouldn't we also dance beautifully here?"
Kiyohime replied to Vlad III's words with a quiet smile.
"Of course, I am not that naive to let the enemy go on the battlefield."
Vlad III smiled leisurely.
"Then let me offer you a dance, for my master."
Kiyohime raised the fan in her hand.
In the next moment, the iron stake and the flame suddenly appeared.
"Boom!"
The sound of explosions continued to reverberate throughout the battlefield.
At the same time, in the corner of the battlefield, the two people also met again.
"My dance partner is really you, my knight."
Mary greeted the enemy who came to assassinate her with a charming smile.
"Although I may not be qualified."
D 'Eon stared at Mary tightly, and he no longer hesitated to raise the sword in his hand, pointing to the object he swore loyalty to before his death.
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