Vampires.
A race called the rulers of the night, and a race capable of rivaling dragons, known as the strongest race on earth.
However, vampires usually fall short.
Only high-ranking vampires could somewhat compete with dragons, and even then, if the dragon was particularly strong, even a high-ranking vampire couldnât guarantee victory.
They were no match for the Dragon Lord and the elders. Yet, the reason why it was said that vampires rivaled dragons was simple. It was because of the Lordâs existence.
The Vampire Lord.
The existence of that single individual balanced the scales between vampires and dragons. And now, the Vampire Lord frowned. Her hand was trembling for some reason.
âAm I⦠feeling fear?â
Sensing something amiss, Lucy stepped back. Her sharp, predatory eyes glared at the man.
The dazed fool was gone. In his place stood a monster.
âWhat are you?â
âWho cares?â
âWhat?â
âWell, I can play with you for a bit.â
ââ¦?!â
He smiled. But it wasnât a normal smile. A smile devoid of teeth or light. A smile as dark as the abyss. And at the same time, one of his eyes flashed crimson.
âWhat?!â
Fast things have something in common. No matter how fast they are, they still move.
Whether itâs one step or a hundred steps, as long as they move, they canât escape her eyes.
But the Commander easily dodged her attack. As if he had stopped time and closed the distance in that instant.
His right fist swung and struck Lucyâs face.
Thud!!
An impact and sound like being hit by a sledgehammer reverberated.
Lucy spat out blood.
It was a pain she hadnât felt in a long time. Was the impact alone stronger than the Dragon Lordâs?
âI initially thought it wasnât the Commander, but something else.â
Lucy quickly changed her mind.
A Vampire Lord of her caliber could see things that were invisible to others. Movement habits, eye movements, the rhythm of breathing.
Everything told her that the man standing before her was Hans, the Commander of the Royal Knights. If this was an imitation, it was even more terrifying.
Lucy laughed out loud.
âThey say a skilled hawk hides its talons. How true that is.â
âHmm? Ah, is that so?â
It instantly understood the Vampire Lordâs words.
She mistook it for Hans. Well, that made sense. Everything it was currently replicating belonged to Hans.
Beyond speech and behaviorâ¦
His breath, habits, even the movements of his internal organsâ¦
It knew everything about Hans.
But at the same time, it felt a sense of displeasure.
Everything it had just mentioned was something only it knew until now. It hadnât mattered before. It was all just childâs play.
âYouâ¦â
âHmm?â
âYou need to die.â
ââ¦!!!â
Hans, or rather, the being that appeared as Hans to Lucy, raised his intact left hand to cover his black eye.
The remaining eye shone even brighter.
Instinctively, Lucy backed away. A thick killing intent, a genuine desire to kill her. A fear that made her knees weak and sent shivers down her spine.
The Vampire Lord felt it.
Usually, when one sensed killing intent, they felt fear, and that fear made them want to flee.
That was natural.
Living beings, especially when it came to their own lives, were inherently selfish.
She couldnât blame them. The desire to escape death was a survival instinct. But the Vampire Lord didnât flee. Instead, she smiled brightly.
âYes, yes, thatâs right. Thatâs what a hero should be like! Absolutely!!!â
She laughed.
Even with the intense killing intent aimed at her, even though she thought she might actually die, she laughed out loud. It was so unexpected that even it was surprised.
âHow boring! Heroes only thinking about their own gain! Donât be ridiculous! In the old days⦠thousands of years ago!! Those who didnât care about such things were called heroes!!â
Politics. Race. Lovers. Family. Friends.
To be a hero, one had to be able to sever all ties. And there were many such individuals in the past. The one who killed his lover who became a vampire with his own hands.
The one who killed his mother who was possessed by a demon and then took his own life. The one who killed his wife who had fallen and become a temptress and gouged out his own eyes.
They were called heroes.
Naturally, countless heroes had come to Lucy. Because she was the one who corrupted them. She had been called many names: demon, temptress, vampire. And so on.
âThrow away everything and come for my neck, hero.â
âYouâre ridiculous.â
Words were like packaging. They could be used to conceal the true meaning.
There was a saying that a single word could repay a thousand-dollar debt. It saw through her.
âYouâre just⦠turned on by this, arenât you?â
âOh my, you caught me.â
âWell⦠youâre making it pretty obvious.â
âYes, thatâs it.â
Killing intent. Hatred. Rage.
Making someone kill their loved one with their own hands, and then using that same hand to kill her. How could such a situation not be exciting?
Excellent, good, thatâs it.
âThatâs all I can feel anymore.â
âYou really need to die.â
Yes, thatâs right.
She couldnât be left by Hansâs side. Trash had to be disposed of immediately.
If you left a rotten apple next to a good one, the good one would soon rot as well.
It closed the distance and threw a punch.
The fist, extending in a straight line, pierced through Lucyâs abdomen in an instant.
Lucy staggered, blood and viscera splattering. But she didnât lose her smile.
âNot yet. Not even close! You think this is enough to make me cum?!â
âI want to rip her head off, spine and all.â
This was the limit of the power it could manifest with one arm and one eye.
Was this all it could do? Barely on par with the Vampire Lord? But it couldnât complain. It was content with this.
Because it was a gift from him.
Gifts were like bonds of the heart. You gave gifts because you loved, because you liked, and through those gifts, you became one.
Thatâs why it endured.
Looking forward to the day they could truly become one. It grabbed Lucyâs arm with its knee and slammed its elbow into her arm.
With a cracking sound, Lucyâs broken arm dangled limply.
âTo think she would keep up to this point.â
It was holding back on area-of-effect attacks because it couldnât destroy the fortress, but it wasnât going easy on her. It focused all its power on close combat.
But even so, she didnât back down.
They were fighting as equals. How long had it been since it had a fight like this? Humans were truly magnificent.
Lucy had nothing to lose. If she died by Hansâs hand, she would experience immense pleasure. And if she won, the taste of his blood would be intoxicating, like a drug.
âBut it seems this is it for today.â
âAre you running away?â
âUnfortunately, Iâm out of time.â
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It couldnât deny her words. It couldnât be discovered yet, not until its plan was complete.
It was a shame it couldnât kill her, but it would have to wait.
âItâs been fun. I havenât felt this much enjoyment in a long time.â
âDonât worry, next time, Iâll make sure you canât even feel anything.â
âIâm looking forward to it, Commander of the Royal Knights.â
Lucy turned to dust, starting from her toes, and vanished before its eyes.
It clicked its tongue.
It didnât care what happened to that airhead. The plan was what mattered. It had intended to take things slowly, but ironically, todayâs events had made it feel a sense of urgency.
A sense that its plan might unravel. It moved its fingers, and a red light slowly emanated.
âLove and resent me. Just as you always have.â
Time couldnât be stopped. Thatâs why they loved and resented time. It was commonly called obsession.
Even time couldnât create something from nothing.
There had to be many vessels. That way, it could bear fruit more easily.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, they loved its possessions more than it had imagined.
It understood.
Look at its possessions, how lovely they were. It knew they couldnât help but love them. But that was what made it so unfortunate. It had no choice but to bring them misfortune.
âTeacherâ¦?â
âYouâre awake, child.â
âWhat is thatâ¦?â
âShh, itâs not time yet.â
Helia, who had collapsed under the Vampire Lordâs magic, was the first to wake up. But it didnât last long. It reached out its right hand and covered her eyes.
âSleep a little longer. Itâs not time for you to wake up from your dream yet.â
The voice was so sweet that Helia soon closed her eyes.
Watching Helia sleep soundly, it smiled.
Enjoy your sweet dreams.
The day that dream shatters is not far off.
You will be thrown into misfortune.
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