The noon sky, which had been cloudless and scorched by the sun just a moment ago, was suddenly shrouded as if by a massive curtain.
The sunlight was completely cut off.
The temperature on the wasteland plummeted at an unnatural speed, and a layer of white frost quickly formed on the surface of the withered grass.
A scent of blood, so thick it was suffocating, surged in from all directions.
Above the horizon, the clouds parted, and a massive shadow composed of blood slowly rotated in the air.
“There's even a bat-signal,” Sophie looked up and sighed. “I knew it...”
Running was useless.
As the shadow solidified, a tall man dressed in magnificent and ancient dark-night Count's formal wear stepped out of the void, walking down one step at a time.
His face was as pale as paper, and two ghostly green flames burned in his eyes. Wherever he passed, blood-colored mist trailed behind him.
A Tenth Generation Vampire, a superior existence known as a Count.
The system log panel began to scroll frantically.
【Log: [Light Sensitivity (Reversed)] status has been removed; all your attributes have returned to normal.】
【Log: You are under the [Count's Majesty] of a [Tenth Generation Vampire Ancestor]!】
【Log: Your Perception check failed; [Pure Lust] has been triggered, making you immune to mental submission effects.】
【Log: Due to the extreme generation gap, your [Undying Essence] skill has been suppressed.】
【Log: Due to the extreme generation gap, you have entered the [Blood Shackles (Reversed)] state: Your stamina depletion is slowed, and your movement speed is increased by 100%.】
【Log: Strong enemy warning. You cannot deal damage to an enemy of this level. Please explore this path later.】
I wanted to explore it later.
But now the path wants to explore me by force.
What choice do I have?
Sophie felt her limbs being pulled apart by invisible chains, her bones let out an overwhelmed creak. She was forced to hover in mid-air in a strange posture.
However, even though that was how the special effects looked...
Sophie could feel that she was actually moving much faster.
But what use was that?
“A mere low-tier kin without even a title.”
The Count didn't even open his mouth; his grand, cold voice exploded directly in the minds of everyone on the wasteland.
“Elizabeth, you truly disappoint me. I will have to discipline you properly once we return.”
“M-Master...” Elizabeth squeaked out.
Sophie, suspended in mid-air, rolled her eyes.
“No, please don't drain me...” she cried out. “I can be your progeny too! Please, spare me!”
“At a time like this, surely you aren't joking.” The tall man approached Sophie step by step, elegant and slow.
“Guh... just kill me then,” Sophie said.
“Hehehehe...” The tall man seemed quite dissatisfied with this attitude.
Not far away.
“Actually, if she had been a bit more stubborn, the Master might have really kept her around for a while.”
As the sky turned dark, Elizabeth, who could now fly, let out a long sigh of relief.
“The Ancestor beat that woman to her knees; he surely intends to force her back to be his eternal thrall.”
“Unfortunately, a woman who yields too quickly has no value for the Ancestor to discipline.”
Maid A didn't respond to her comment.
She looked up at the vampire Ancestor in the sky, who was radiating a terrifying aura, and then turned her gaze toward the fluttering Elizabeth.
“Do you have any more trump cards now?” Maid A asked.
“What trump cards? The Master is here, why are you worried about trump cards!” Elizabeth snapped. “We’ll just stay here and watch until the Ancestor drains every drop of her blood!”
Maid A listened to those words.
She nodded very slowly and solemnly.
“I see. I understand.”
...
A lower-tier vampire can advance by draining a higher-tier one.
Similarly, a higher-tier vampire can obtain Blood Essence by draining a lower-tier one.
Because the generation gap among vampires is an objective reality, most higher-tier vampires are careless toward their subordinates.
This was the experience she had inherited from her previous life.
As Sophie watched the Tenth Generation Vampire approach, her pleading expression suddenly shifted.
She snapped the invisible chains with a single jerk.
“Hah!”
She summoned all her strength, her face turning red with effort, and threw a soft, weak-looking punch at the Count.
“Still resisting? Splendid.” The Count's eyes lit up. “Instead of running away, you're actually approaching me? Hehehe.”
“However, I am curious how you escaped my bloodline suppression. No rush, we have plenty of time to talk...”
“But I don't have time to talk with you right now,” Sophie said.
The Count looked on in bewilderment as a look of grim determination appeared in the girl's eyes.
It was the determination to perish together.
In the next moment, the girl before him exploded into red mist and turned into a tiny bat.
Undoubtedly, it was the classic vampire trick—swapping places with a transformed bat.
So what? Did this pathetic low-tier fledgling really expect to escape his range of perception?
Just as the Count was about to mock and toy with this little mouse, he heard a strange, child-like yet incredibly twisted voice slowly echo from where the bat was.
The voice said—
“Hiso~”
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