Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 161: Confirming

"Come, I'll drive you home."

"No need to trouble yourself, Miss Harper."

"You sure, Jane?"

"Yeah, besides, I need to have some time for myself."

"Oh... alright then, but let me tell you," Miss Harper grabbed me by the shoulders for a time, only staring at me. Then she pulled me into a hug and said, "Don't think about it too much; I'm pretty sure your grandma wouldn't want you to feel this way."

"..." I kept silent, only closing my eyes and hugging Miss Harper back.

"And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me," she pulled back and pinched my cheeks like she always used to do—a habit that she got from my grandma.

"Okay, thanks, Miss Harper." I gave her a small smile, then I left her home.

For almost two months, I had been living with Miss Harper. She only allowed me to leave after she made sure that nothing was wrong with me. She feared that her magic affected me somehow and kept me close for monitoring. But in reality, I know why she did it.

My grandma, the Blood Queen.

I guess that Miss Harper hoped that what I said inside the dungeon about that spider boss being my grandma really shook her.

I can't blame her, not after the show I put on that day. And the truth? I don't know myself. Maybe the spider boss really was my grandma, or maybe I was just seeing things. It's possible that her magic made me think that the spider was my grandmother, and it's also possible that it was my grandma. There's no way to be sure. Or there is.

Ding!

[Next stop, Area 19-109]

'Huh? Already?' I raised my head and glanced through the glass window of the train, and indeed the famous Crescent Mountain came into view. And not only that.

"Wow, this place keeps getting bigger."

It's been five years since the last time I was in this city, and it has changed a lot—the size, the people, the buildings. Everything was new, and it was clear that the population was growing by the day. Before, no one could ever set foot in here. But after the Blood Queen passed away, the Nosferat family transformed this piece of land into a new city and opened the area for humans and other races alike.

A lot of people flooded in seeking a new home here. After all, this was the personal property of the famous Blood Queen. Most of the hunters who came here sought treasure and riches, thinking that maybe the Blood Queen hid her wealth somewhere in this area—or so the majority of people thought.

The secret of her overpowered strength and magic.

Very few hunters in history managed to achieve mastery in both physical and magical skills, being both a warrior and a mage. My grandmother was the best of them; no one ever came close to her, and this land was her training ground. So that's where the idea of the secret of her magic came from.

'They won't find anything, of course,' I thought, chuckling. The only thing they would find if they ever managed to bypass her barriers and the terrifying guardian would be her enormous collection of manga, anime, movies, and, of course... ahem... adult stuff.

'I guess that's why she had to place that beast as a guardian.'

I stood from my seat and left the train, walking out of the station without caring about the people or the advertisement signs infesting the station—most of them about guilds looking for new members, listing the benefits among other things.

'I don't need a guild.'

The last thing I need is to get involved with another guild. No, I won't join; it's better to work alone or with my friends.

It took me about 15 minutes of walking to reach my apartment. This one was left to me by my grandmother. The apartment was small enough for only two people, the room was clean and tidy, and the kitchen was fully stocked with everything I could ever need. However, the apartment itself doesn't matter—what matters is where it leads.

Click!

Clicking on the TV remote in a specific order, the TV was replaced by a wall, and when the wall split, a staircase appeared.

"Here we go."

Walking down the stairs, the atmosphere grew darker and the air colder as I moved further down. The air began to chill.

"Sigh, I can't believe I have to walk so much. Why did you have to make it so long, Grandma?"

After ten minutes of walking, I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, where there was a door—a big black iron one, with no handle or knob.

"Ugh... I hate this part." There was a hole in the door with two fangs on each side. "Sigh... fine."

I rolled up my sleeve and pushed my arm into the hole. The pain was a little uncomfortable as the fangs pierced my skin, drawing a bit of blood.

"Ouch..." I muttered, but I hated it nonetheless. Soon, the black iron door opened up slowly.

"Ugh... I'll never get used to that." Pouring a cheap healing potion on the wound, I walked inside. "But I guess it's necessary to do it like this."

The door only opens up for two people: me and Grandma. Blood is the key; without it, the door won't open, and if anyone tried to break it, an absurd amount of magical spells would trigger, causing the whole mountain to blow up.

"Greetings, Grandma." I bowed a little as a sign of respect upon reaching a big portrait in the massive underground chamber.

"How are you doing?" I asked, looking up at the woman in the portrait. The woman wore a crimson robe and had long, beautiful silver hair and crimson red eyes. Her pale white skin was truly beautiful, and a black horned crown adorned her head. A dark-steel greatsword rested beside her. The look in those eyes was truly intimidating—a look of power and superiority.

"I miss you, Grandma." A tear escaped my eye as I glanced at her face. "I wish you were here with me."

"..."

The picture remained silent, and the look on the woman's face remained the same—emotionless and cold. The eyes were the only thing that spoke: cold, dark, and cruel. But I know the real ones, the kind and loving eyes. The ones that were warm and gentle, full of love and care.

My eyes shifted, reading the tagline written in gold under the picture.

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[I'm Victoria "Morgana" Nosferat. Born: 1576 AD

The Blood Queen, The First Awakened, The Ruler of Wallachia. Slayer of gods, angels, and demons, High Queen of The Unspoken Realm, The Wife, The Mother, The Teacher, and The Friend.

A Crimson Death To All Those Who Threaten My Family]

...

"And died in 3009 AD." I finished the sentence, staring at her picture. Then my eyes fell on a frame on the right side—a small picture of us, smiling, with happiness in our eyes, clear to see. It was a few months before her death—or should I say killed by her own son.

A fact that probably only I knew about, thanks to the recording Grandma left a few minutes before she died, telling me the truth. Why had she left the recording for me? I have no idea, but I do plan to do something about it in the future.

But for now, I am weak. Too weak, that a single incident and a thought shook me to the core.

"Sigh... but I can't get that idea out of my head."

Turning around, I walked further into the chamber, passing between rows and rows of bookshelves filled with all kinds of books and documents—and, of course, the adult stuff too. I read some for fun... ahem, I mean, for a science project.

"Where is it?" Reaching a wide oak table, I began to open the drawers, searching for a specific item—a gift that Grandma gave me after an incident in the past.

When I was young, like four or five, a group of people thought it was a good idea to kidnap one of the grandkids of the Blood Queen and ransom her for a large sum. They did kidnap me, but only for an hour. My grandma Morgana found me pretty quickly, and when she did, the kidnappers were already begging for her to spare them. But of course, she didn't. She never spared her enemies, no matter how much they begged or cried. No, she made sure they'd never do it again.

I still remember that horrifying scene to this day: the kidnappers, along with their entire clans, impaled from the butt to the mouth along the walls of our castle, left to bleed out slowly and painfully.

I asked her why she did this and not just kill them and be done with it. Her response was simple and brutal.

"It's in my blood," she said.

'That's the Blood Queen for you.'

"Found it," I exclaimed, pulling out an old-looking box. Inside was a silver necklace with a small white diamond-like pendant.

"Let's see if this will work."

From my backpack, I took out my old shirt—the same one I was wearing during the dungeon incident. The shirt isn't important, but the blood on it is.

The blood of the spider queen boss.

Holding the necklace in one hand and the bloodied shirt in the other, I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Then I brought the diamond close to the blood on the shirt.

WOOSHH!

"!!!" The small diamond suddenly glowed brightly, as if reacting to the blood. But the strangest thing was what happened next: the diamond absorbed the blood, changing its color from white to crimson.

"I-Imposible...."

Stunned by the sight, I was unable to move. The diamond, the blood, the glow. The whole reaction was the same as when I used my blood or my grandma's blood.

"That spider... was my grandma."

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