Angela Veyraeth was one of the most loyal followers of Virelle's family. At 28 years old, she had already reached the Eighth Circle, something extremely rare, considering that most people could only reach that level after the age of thirty. Of course, there were always exceptions, such as Angela herself and, especially, Virelle.
Since she was born, Angela had been taught to follow Virelle, who was the only heir of the family. She had been born with a specific purpose: to take care of the heir and accompany her throughout her entire life. That was the destiny that had been determined for her, and Angela had completely accepted it.
"She's someone quite loyal... I will be the same, master."
"Then I should be grateful to have someone so loyal by my side."
Angela's magic was unique and was called Elyssar's Domain. She had been the first person in history to awaken that magic, which meant that, when it finally revealed itself to the world, it would be the first great legend with the Veyraeth name associated with it. Her magic had three main forms of use: healing, eyes, and domain. The first two were relatively easy to understand, being used mainly for support and battlefield analysis.
"She has other magics related to those two functions, but the third one is even more important. She can create her own domain, either inside her own body or in the air, using it to create attacks or defenses."
"I didn't think she was that strong. She only used that normal healing magic, with that green color... That's why I was surprised when I saw a violet color."
"We can say that she only uses her original healing magic on people who will be useful to the D'Rosvalia family."
A violet glow appeared on the bracelet, as if confirming Enrico's words. Even so, he noticed that Angela seemed surprised. After all, she had never explained her true magic to him beyond her healing ability.
Enrico had done that precisely to strengthen his story that he had returned from the future, showing that he knew information that he normally would have had no way of knowing.
After a day, Enrico and Yumeha finally managed to enter the city again. This time, they observed the vampires outside their houses, some working normally while others headed toward the castle. The latter wore black and rather noble clothes, making it clear that they were part of the city's guard.
"Who are you and where did you come from?"
One of the guards, who was walking along the road, stopped when he noticed the two and approached. Vampires normally did not worry much about keeping guards at the entrances to their cities, after all, no one who was not a vampire knew how to enter that dimension.
At most, there were some disputes between the cities, but they were normally resolved through blood battles, in which the winner took everything.
"My name is Sylas. I'm a vampire newly created a month ago, and this is Corvina, my first servant, given to me by my master. He sent me here to deal with matters that may interest the nobles of this city."
The vampire in front of them first looked at Enrico's hand, checking that his skin really was not as pale as that of older vampires. Then, he turned his eyes toward "Corvina" before taking out a plaque made of blood.
"What is your classification?"
"My servant and I are classified as Echelon Noctis, Rank E."
Echelon Noctis was the classification system used by vampires. It ranged from Rank G to Rank SSS, totaling nine levels.
The classification began at the equivalent of the Second Circle and reached the Tenth Circle, with one exception: Rank G was reserved for newly created vampires, who still could not control their instincts and depended on the necklace placed around their necks to begin accepting their new nature.
"Where did you come from?"
"Reverse Floravita."
The guard raised his left eyebrow, clearly trying to understand why someone from such a distant region had come to that city. Enrico had chosen that place precisely because, unlike the original Floravita, there were almost no vampires living in that region. Some lived isolated on their own and, due to the size of that territory, the few vampires who lived there normally only knew those who had been in that same region for thousands of years.
'That way, they won't be able to confirm my identity.'
"And your magics?"
"My magic is something more physical. As for my servant's, it allows her to control crows through blood and absorb parts of them using her own blood."
After confirming that the two were not carrying anything strange, the guard finally allowed them to pass.
Enrico, who now used the name Sylas, walked through the streets observing everything around him. The vampires seemed to live like normal people. They worked, talked, walked through the streets, and followed their routines like any other race.
If he did not know what they were really like, he would probably even feel sorry for them.
But vampires did not kill humans only out of necessity.
They liked killing.
If it were only a matter of survival, they probably would have accepted the agreement offered by humans a thousand years ago, when the former king of Sanos proposed that humans voluntarily donate blood to vampires in exchange for the end of the war between the two races. They refused, and precisely because of that, the hatred against vampires had become so strong among humans.
Sylas noticed that Yumeha was clenching her fists while watching the vampires.
He let out a small sigh, knowing how difficult that would be for her. The personality of vampires, the hatred and fear that humans felt toward them... It was a resentment built over generations, practically impossible to disappear. The two races simply could not live together.
This was also one of the reasons why the first vampire had created that dimension. He wanted to save his race, but he also needed to separate it from the rest of the world.
"Stay calm, Yumeha."
Not only Yumeha, but probably Angela, Aoi, and Rina felt the same way. They had only accepted that situation because Enrico had talked about the end of the world and the future he knew.
Yumeha approached and wrote a few words on a piece of paper before showing it to Enrico.
'I believe in master, but they will never accept an alliance with humans.'
"I know. They would never do that with the others. But they will with me."
Enrico took the paper and made it disappear into the air. He had thought about forming an alliance with the vampires, but he had never said that it would be an alliance between humans and vampires. That would be practically impossible.
He would do something different.
He would make them remain connected to him forever and, at the same time, reduce that need to kill humans. He had not come there to give a beautiful speech about how all races could unite for a greater good. Perhaps he could do that with other races, but with vampires, it would simply be impossible.
'And the first thing I need to do to change this is make those old vampires from the council disappear from the world.'
The council had existed for generations. Whenever one of the members died, a successor was chosen even before their death. It might seem that things would improve with the replacement of members, but that never happened, because the council itself chose someone who possessed exactly the same thoughts as the previous ones.
Thus, the same ideas were passed down from generation to generation.
'I hate them. And that's why I need to find some different vampires.'
Whenever a vampire demonstrated different thoughts or began questioning that way of life, the council immediately ordered their death. In this way, any thought contrary to the idea of killing humans for pleasure was eliminated before it could spread.
'That's why, in the original story, only idiots vampires appeared. But that will end.'
Enrico had arrived precisely at that time because someone was planning to take command of the vampires. He had come one week before the beginning of the first great confrontation. In the original story, that villain had discovered everything about the attempted coup and told the council every detail.
'But since he doesn't have the best blood, he doesn't have the courage to set foot in this place.'
A sinister smile appeared on Enrico's face.
Now, that coup could work in a completely different way.
With the best blood on their side, the chances of success would be much greater.
Enrico truly hated those old vampires. After all, they were the ones who, in the original story, made the vampires ally themselves with the evil gods and ended up causing the deaths of several characters. This time, however, none of them would escape simply because they occupied a position of power.
He needed to eliminate the greatest threats before they had the opportunity to become allies of the evil gods.