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As a descendant of Heber from his days as a Witcher, Viscount Windsor kept a considerable number of records about the Blood Drinker in her ancestral home.
It was precisely because of these records that she had been able to find some of Heber's Mystic Arts from his Witcher days in the Windsor Family cemetery.
Among them were even records from just before he became the Blood Drinker.
Viscount Windsor was certain that Heber himself had written those notes.
As for why he had left those notes with the Windsor Family?
Viscount Windsor did not know.
But the Viscount knew that if she wanted to spend the rest of her life peacefully with Ross, she needed overwhelming strength.
So she had moved into the cemetery with Ross.
There, she had dug up one of the graves and carefully studied those Mystic Arts.
As for her guilt toward her wife?
That was real, too.
She had been a good woman.
On the first and fifteenth of every month, Viscount Windsor would visit her grave.
She would tell her about recent events.
Naturally, that included news of their daughter.
Only...
There was very little.
Ever since discovering her secret, her daughter had deliberately avoided speaking to her.
Viscount Windsor bore no resentment over this.
After all, she was the one at fault.
Yet knowing that did not stop the Viscount from feeling troubled whenever she thought of these things.
To divert her negative emotions, the Viscount turned toward the battle. She fixed her gaze on the suppressed Blood Drinker Heber and carefully sensed what was happening-
Clink, clink, clink!
Clang, clang, clang!
The Marquis of Einhaas's Silver Sword struck faster with every blow, while his Steel Sword struck harder with every swing.
Wave after wave of feedback surged into the Marquis's