When dawn's light began to creep across the sky, Aqina, who had fought through the night, finally drifted into an exhausted sleep.
Her plump, enchanting face was still faintly damp with tears, a satisfied smile resting on her flushed lips.
Even in her dreams, she kept murmuring to the Lord God.
Vlad gently eased his arms free from Aqina's soft, snow-pale embrace. Stretching his slightly sore waist, he let out a quiet sigh.
"Girls with giant blood are truly formidable."
It was the first time Vlad had met a partner who could match his stamina through an entire night.
Looking at Aqina—pure yet alluring, tall yet delicate—Vlad couldn't help but marvel.
"What a contradiction… different from anyone else. An unforgettable experience." A wicked smile flickered across his face.
He stood, and with a crisp sound, his body reverted to its normal human form.
This was a skill he had perfected after his fierce battle with the forest giant.
By carefully controlling his transformation into demon form, he could enlarge his body at will.
Just as he had the previous night—unsatisfied after experiencing the eight-foot girl—Vlad had suddenly been struck by inspiration. Drawing on the transformation buried deep in his bloodline, he had grown into a nine-foot giant before her astonished eyes, letting her feel her own smallness.
The results had been… very satisfying.
When he sensed Aqina's spiritual devotion rise to the level of a devout believer, Vlad nodded with approval.
Then, while she slept, he injected her with the vampire gene. When she awoke, she would be the first female vampire with giant blood.
"I'm looking forward to this," Vlad murmured, his eyes dark with meaning.
Knock, knock~
"Miss, I've brought you lunch."
Squeak~ The door creaked open.
The maid entered, carrying a tray—only to notice the untouched breakfast from that morning still sitting by the bed.
She frowned. "That's odd… the Miss never sleeps in."
Muttering under her breath, she removed the earlier meal and left.
The moment the door closed, Aqina jolted awake. She sat up quickly, scanning the room in panic.
"Lord God… Lord God…" she whispered anxiously, eyes darting about.
For a moment, she feared that last night had been nothing more than a dream.
But when she realized the Lord God was gone, her heart sank.
Crack~ Bang~!!
Climbing from the bed, she pressed her hand against the bedside table—and it exploded beneath her palm.
Aqina gasped, both hands flying to her lips, her misty eyes wide in disbelief.
"H-how is this possible?"
She stared at her hands, then at the shattered table, before her gaze shifted to the bright red stain on the bed.
Her breath caught. "It… it really wasn't a dream…" Her mouth felt dry, her heart pounding wildly.
Shyness over her night with the Lord God mingled with excitement at the changes in her body.
"This power… the Lord God truly gave it to me. He didn't lie."
Awash with emotion, she knelt before the statue, praying with fervent devotion.
Far away, Vlad could feel her faith growing stronger—though it was still far from fanaticism.
Fanatic belief was never so easily achieved.
Still, he responded to her prayer without hesitation.
"Girl, go and spread my gospel. When your devotion is deep enough, I will permit you to serve me again."
Hearing his voice, Aqina's cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
Suppressing her excitement, she answered firmly:
"Lord God, I will spread your gospel across this land so that all here believe in my one true God.
And in the near future, I will stand before you once more… to serve you."
Her prayer finished, Aqina collapsed to the floor, her strength spent, her vision hazy.
Through their invisible bond, she felt a profound sense of fulfillment—just as a cool sensation slid beneath her skirt.
Her eyes sharpened with resolve. She dressed quickly and stepped outside for the first time in years.
From that day on, the land would know a devoted servant of the God of Blood and Fire—an extraordinary priestess whose influence would quietly shape the faith of the realm.
Vlad, sensing it all, smiled in satisfaction.
Not only had he saved a lost lamb, but her next moves pleased him greatly.
The Kingdom of Arendelle
Ravenna, clad in a sumptuous black gown with a low-cut corset, stood in the cold wind as Freya's carriage rolled away. She sighed—guilt toward her sister mingling with relief.
When the carriage vanished from sight, she turned and ordered coldly:
"Begin the plan."
"Yes, Your Majesty," her guards replied.
A cold smile tugged at Ravenna's lips as she gazed southwest.
The next night, a shadow descended upon the balcony of Arendelle Castle.
When Vlad entered Freya's bedroom, it was empty.
He realized she must have already begun forging her own ice kingdom—just as in the original tale.
With a sigh, his eyes turned toward Ravenna's quarters.
But after searching the entire castle, including the hidden chamber of the magic mirror, he found no trace of her.
A shadow darkened his gaze.
"Where did you go?" he murmured, his eyes narrowing at one of Ravenna's maids.
If her actions followed the events of the story, she was likely invading another land even now.
With so many small nations nearby, finding her would be troublesome—yet there was one place she was certain to go.
A slow, wicked smile spread across his lips. "Then I'll prepare a surprise for you."
Leaving the unconscious maid behind, Vlad took flight toward the southwest.
On the way, he stopped at a humble farmhouse, taking a baby from the arms of a startled woman—
The child meant to have perished in the flames: Elsa.
Vlad's eyes glimmered with uncertainty.
He had planned to return her to Freya once her ice witch powers awakened. But now?
Keeping her could prove dangerous—Mirena would hardly approve.
As Elsa smiled up at him, he sighed.
"Well… I hope I hear news of your mother soon."