Elder, Ain, Yeiling, and Human – 7
As the founder’s mistress, I was secretly a celebrity. She recognized me as if it were a given for a vampire, and even a third of the people walking down the street called me her mistress just by looking at my face. Half of them even came and talked to me in person.
“Hey, maybe. You are!”
Being the founder’s mistress was not something that should be hidden, and the founder Tirkanjaka was too big a presence in the principality to hide it. Instead of hiding my identity, I confidently shouted.
“Yes. Shijo’s lover. That’s me.”
Then the people surrounding me exclaimed.
“Ohh… ! Somehow!”
“It’s a prize for a mistress!”
“I don’t believe it, but there is no way I would turn my back on the founder!”
What is the reward for a mistress? Is she cheating? Anyone who sees me will think that I am a piece of trash who only drinks sweet water and then throws away women. I’m not that impressed, am I?
“Excuse me, how old are you?”
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“Shh. That’s a secret I decided not to count my age in front of Tyr…. Don’t ask me why. “She is being held for lese majeste.”
“Where did you first meet your founder?”
“When I went into the infinitely dark and cold underground in search of treasure, I met him there by chance. No, is it inevitable? “The founder was also a treasure to me.”
“What is the secret to the taste of blood that captivated even the founder?”
“It’s not just privacy, it’s a state secret. “I just want to know.”
Gradually, people gathered around me. A curiosity that I cannot hide pours out to me. Rather than avoiding their gaze, I walked down the street enjoying it. The crowd grew bigger and bigger, and even the indifferent people took an interest in the crowd and snooped around. In an instant, a procession was completed that filled the streets.
The humans living in the Principality of Fog, where everything in the world did not change much, were thirsty for interesting news, and the beloved concubine brought by the founder was a particularly good topic to chew on. It was a romance between a founder higher than the sky and a mere human being.
“What is the cutest thing about sijo…” .”
“Stop.”
Turbuck. Turbuck. Footsteps were especially audible in the noisy streets. The humans who had gathered like a cloud startled and looked back in the direction the voice had come from. Then he hurriedly lowered his head and closed his eyes.
“Oh, Count Erte!”
Ain. A noble vampire who is a descendant of the Elders and has inherited their power and authority.
Depending on when you made them a member of your household, their age and strength vary widely. However, one thing is for sure, it is that it has a power that is difficult for even a decent amount of humans to counter.
“You ugly livestock. Do not obstruct the path of the progenitor’s beloved concubine.”
Even… Because Ain has had a lot of changes. Survival of the fittest allowed only the stronger individuals to survive. This was the case with Count Erte.
The blood that flowed along the floor climbed up the human ankle. A red spider web is drawn on the skin. And after a while, the people surrounding me all moved away as if they were being pulled by a thread.
By applying Kabila’s blood, he captured countless humans and moved them at once. Although it is difficult to say that it is incredibly powerful, this delicacy is the ultimate form of blood magic.
Humans only let out a slight wail as if they were accustomed to such forced movement. But it was equally unpleasant, and a disgruntled grumble lingered in the air.
Anyway, the great Count Ein Erte, Valdamir’s loyalist and the manager of Full Moon Castle, parted the crowd and approached me. A woman wearing an old-fashioned suit and a hat lowered her head.
“Dear concubine. “How can you walk the streets without an escort?”
“No, my official status is mistress? Why do you call me a concubine?”
“I call her my favorite concubine because she is the founder’s favorite concubine.”
“Then what happens to you who bows your head to your mistress?”
“Ain is a descendant of Elder. “Compared to you, the founder’s mistress, she is of low rank.”
To Count Erte, that was common sense. Even if ten people gathered together, I wouldn’t be able to defeat one demi-human, but that demi-human respects me just because she is Tyr’s beloved concubine.
“Where are you going? “Her Highness Valdamir’s faithful servant, Erte von Blood, will escort you.”
“I’m thinking of going to Manwol’s Castle for now, but…. “I came out to look around the streets for a while.”
“I will escort you. “I hope you enjoy her outing as much as you like.”
Sheesh. She tried to watch alone, but the vampires wouldn’t follow her. Rungken did the same, and now Ain? The same goes for Yeiling, so you won’t be able to travel comfortably alone in this land.
“Do I really need an escort?”
“The presence of an escort does not necessarily mean you are in danger. “It is the respect that a vampire pays to its ancestor, and it is also a way to reveal your authority.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not in danger, does it?”
“… I will guide you.”
Two Yeilings suddenly appeared from somewhere and began leading the people. The people who had gathered in large numbers moved according to instructions as if they were accustomed to this kind of thing. In an instant, the streets became deserted again, and I began sightseeing under the attention of Count Erte.
I expected it, but I won’t be able to act normal while I’m Tyr’s mistress. There would be no one and nothing to do. I got bored and glanced at Count Erte, who was following me half a step behind… Realized something
Count Erte? I think I heard it somewhere. Where was it
Ah.
“Oh, come to think of it, a Yeiling named Finlay once fell on Tantalus.”
Count Erte, who was ahead, hesitated.
Are you surprised by the name of your subordinate suddenly heard? No. Vampires don’t have that level of affection. Because she jumped to an ominous conclusion the moment I brought up Finlay’s name.
Finlay, who was looking for the founder, visited Tantalus. Not now. During the journey between Tantalus and the Principality of Fog, Finlay had an unexpected accident.
And that accident can only occur with the connivance or will of the founder.
Because under the power of the founder, vampires are immortal.
“I can’t even imagine what kind of rudeness my poor Yeiling must have caused.”
“Finlay wants to start a war? So he hoped that the founder would return to the principality as soon as possible. And then… He crossed the line.”
“Ah. That bastard mojiri is gearing up….”
Count Erte was humiliated. I was afraid that sparks would fly to her while asking her for her sins, but that wasn’t the case. He was genuinely furious that Yailing, who was no different from his own limbs, had been rude.
“I dare you to ask, can you tell me what kind of rudeness he committed?”
“It appears that while Tyr was experimenting with her own heart, she entrusted Finlay with making her heart beat for her. While Tyr was sleeping while leaving his body for a while.”
“That, but… !”
It was more erratic than I could have imagined. To the extent that even if three generations were annihilated, there was nothing to say. Rebellion beyond disloyalty, Count Erte clutched at his chest and suffered.
“… That sin. I will report it myself and go find it and commit suicide.”
“Do I need to mention it? Tyr is now buried beyond his memory. Isn’t she thinking about it for nothing and going against her planting?”
“In that case, I will ask His Highness Valdamir to take my life!”
“Why is this so extreme? Mr. Valdamir could act as if nothing had happened as long as he kept his mouth shut. Wouldn’t that be good for Tyr and Mr. Valdamir?”
It is a proposal to hide the fact even though you know it. Extremely unfaithful, but the best results remain. Earl Erte, who was so humiliated, hesitated for a moment at my words.
In that gap, I just asked what I was curious about.
“But, I have a question. Was there ever a case where a subordinate judged by himself without the order of the suzerain?”
“… There are cases where the interpretation is wrong and runaway.”
Earl Erte, who spoke as if making excuses, soon added.
“One, as you said. Finlay’s will is mine. He received my blood, followed what it said, and he sympathized with my blood.”
Yeiling is different from Ain… It’s hard to say. Yeiling, who received Ain’s blood, is as angry as Ain when he gets angry and feels sad when he is sad. The blood flowing through Yaling’s body and its power move his emotions. As the process is repeated, the thoughts and even the personalities of the followers follow the suzerain.
In the first place, it must be because emotions are a response of the body after all.
It is not for nothing that I refer to my family as an extreme ‘part of the body’.
“I heard Finlay wants war. What do you mean by that?”
“The struggle against the Heavenly God is the destiny of the principality.”
“So?”
“… However, the principality has been very peaceful recently. There is an abundance of power, but power that cannot be used is meaningless. On the other hand, Seonghwangcheong was weakened by a series of bad news. His ambitious plan to convert the barbarian land failed, and he was ignored by both the Empire and the Magic Federation, claiming to mediate the conflict. If you do, now is your chance.”
It is a good time for war. But that is not a reason to go to war. Where should I read your thoughts?
‘Power that cannot be used has no meaning. Now that the Elder is dead, before the Principality of Mist falls further behind… ‘I have to use this power.’
Are you anxious? That’s interesting.
Everyone gets impatient when they are in a situation where they are being chased. However, it is a bit of a special idea for vampires. Death is a distant story for a vampire who has lived for a thousand years, so he has no choice but to be relaxed and carefree.
Count Erte is also an Ain. A vampire whose death is far away. But the reason he had this thought was… I said as if confirming.
“You said there are usually no cases where subordinates make decisions on their own without orders from the head of the clan, right?”
“Yes.”
“I guess that applies to you too? “Not as a suzerain, but as a member of the family.”
It was after I hinted.
Count Erte straightened his body as if he had received a revelation. Count Erte, who was looking into space with his eyes filled with awe, glanced at me and then walked ahead of me.
“Please follow me.”
I also followed Count Erte in silence.
Full Moon Castle and the surrounding streets. The capital city of the principality was always covered in darkness, and even though it was the capital, there were unusually many shady places. Count Erte knew this alley well, and there was a place among them just for vampires. As if possessed, Count Erte cut through the veil of darkness and entered a simple but practical office.
There.
“They were busy walking around. A concubine. Almost as much as me.”
Red-blooded Valdamir was waiting for me even while construction work was over.
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