Traveling Across Worlds, Beginning with The Irregular at Magic High School
The twelve beasts of the Fourth Progenitor correspond to the Zodiac that revolve around the sun.
However, it's not just the sun that can complement the Zodiac; the moon can too.
That's why he felt such a strong attraction.
In reality, what attracted him was not the two souls, but the familiar residing within the No. 12 Vessel.
The Number Twelve familiar, the Pale Ice of the Enchantress.
The Ice Coffin began to melt, without any assistance; it simply began to melt.
She knew nothing, and she understood nothing.
She has never been in contact with the outside world, simply because she was frozen here when she was created.
She yearns for a free world; she wants to have her own life, instead of being a caretaker living aimlessly.
She had thought that this was how her life would be, and that she would only get a brief respite when the "Feast of Blazing Light" began.
Then it'll be time to unite with her twelve sisters!
But now she seems to see other hope.
Because in her dark world, she heard a heartwarming voice.
Like a ray of warm sunshine in the dead of winter, it shone directly into her heart.
The interaction between spirits allowed her to know that these words were not unfounded remarks from the person in front of her.
Rather, it's because he genuinely has the ability to do it.
Therefore, she was willing to believe that even if she lost her freedom, she still wanted to see the world with her own eyes.
As the ice melted, the girl opened her eyes.
The girl's bewildered eyes met William's. She tried helplessly to move her body, but years of being frozen meant that even as a vampire, she couldn't move freely immediately.
"Then, just wait a moment! It won't hurt, don't worry!"
William's voice was like a potent poison, and the blond vampire drifted back into a deep sleep.
The Book of Worlds and Orion appeared simultaneously beside him.
The surging spiritual energy flowed endlessly like ocean waves!
His eyes, filled with a violent aura, opened, and the fangs characteristic of vampires appeared on Number Twelve's face.
"You actually wanted to kill me!"
It's hard to imagine that such cold and heartless words came from the mouth of that gentle girl just moments ago.
But this is the Primogenitor!
This is the Fourth Progenitor!
The icy white mist quickly dissipated, and above the girl's head appeared a gigantic phantom, as clear as a glacier.
It has the upper body of a human female; lower limbs resembling those of a beautiful fish; wings on its back; and sharp, hooked talons like those of a raptor.
The mermaid of ice, or perhaps a demonic bird.
It was a massive aggregate of magical energy with a physical form. A summoned beast from another world that the vampire possessed within its own blood.
Wild beasts belonging to a family, also known as dependent beasts.
That's the world's strongest vampire, the Number Twelve familiar of the "Fourth Progenitor," the "Pale Ice of the Enchantress"!
The beautiful ice-like creature raised its fist, formed from dense, cold air.
"Sleep in peace, Primogenitor!"
A hint of sympathy flickered in William's eyes, but the dagger hovering in front of him still shot out without hesitation.
A hint of mockery flashed in the corner of Primogenitor's eyes as he waited, neither dodging nor avoiding, for the knife to pierce her body.
Who is she? She's a vampire.
How could such an ordinary-looking weapon possibly harm the True Ancestor of vampires?
The pure white fog grew thicker and thicker, and the enormous fist drew ever closer to William.
Primogenitor, she remained silent. In her view, William was doomed. The moment the Pale Ice of the Enchantress's fist landed on him, his entire body would be reduced to dust due to the extreme cold.
But then, the "Pale Ice of the Enchantress" attack simply vanished.
The exquisite mermaid companions also vanished like a mirage.
All that remained was Primogenitor's bewildered gaze, and the dagger that slowly withdrew from her chest.
"Why... can you attack... my... soul?"
His voice was hoarse, his speech was slow and even intermittent, all of which indicated that Yuan Chu's physical condition was not good at the Primogenitor.
Her soul began to fall apart after she was stabbed.
Right now, she's just clinging to her last breath, trying to resolve her doubts.
"Because my weapon locked your soul from the very beginning!"
William sighed softly; in truth, he harbored no ill will toward the Primogenitor.
The reason for choosing to kill the Primogenitor was simply out of pity for the little girl, Number Twelve.
But in reality, wasn't the Primogenitor also a pitiful person?
From birth, her mindset was already set; she never grew on her own.
Isn't this a kind of tragedy?
"Alright, let's get started!"
William chuckled self-deprecatingly, then pointed his finger at Number Twelve's forehead.
The Book of Worlds suddenly shone brightly, and spiritual energy twisted into threads that began to connect William, the Book of Worlds, and Number Twelve.
What's this?
The blonde girl felt herself enveloped in a warm, cozy sensation as she drifted off to sleep.