Angela Veyraeth was one of the most faithful followers of Virelle's family, someone who was already at Circle Eight at 28 years old, while normally those at that level only reached it after their thirties—of course, there were always exceptions like Angela herself and even more so Virelle.
Since birth, Angela had been taught only to follow Virelle, the sole heir, born for a single purpose: to take care of the heir. That was her destiny, and she accepted it completely.
"She is someone very loyal... I will be the same, Master."
"Then I must be grateful to have someone so faithful."
Her magic was unique, called Elyssar Domain, being the first in history to discover this magic. That meant that when she revealed herself to the world, she would be the first legend with the Veyraeth name to stand out. This magic had three main cores of use: healing, eyes, and domain. The first two explained themselves, being for support and field analysis.
"She has other magics for those two, but the third is the most important, since she could create her own domain, either on her body or in the air, to form attacks or defenses."
"I didn't think she was that strong. She only used normal healing magic with that green color... that's why I was surprised when I saw a violet one."
"Let's say 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 everything, but at the same time, he felt she was surprised—after all, she had never explained or shown her magic beyond healing to Enrico. He had done this exactly to gain more trust in his story of having returned from the future.
Upon entering the city after a day, they noticed the vampires outside their houses working, while others headed to the castle dressed in very noble black garments—these were the city guards.
"Who are you and where did you come from?"
One of the guards walking the path stopped and approached them. Vampires normally didn't care about standing guard since no one besides a vampire knew how to enter; at most, they had disputes with other cities, but those were resolved in the Blood Battle, where the victor took everything.
"My name is Sylas, a newly created vampire from a month ago, and this is Corvina, my first servant given to me by my master. He sent me here for matters that might interest the nobles here."
The vampire in front looked at his hand, seeing his skin truly wasn't pale, then at "Corvina," before taking out a blood plaque.
"What is your classification?"
"My servant and I are classified as Echelon Noctis Rank E."
Echelon Noctis were the vampire ranks, classified from Rank G to SSS, nine levels in total. This classification corresponded to Circle Two up to Ten, except for Rank G—vampires newly created who couldn't control themselves, just waiting for the collar placed on them to begin accepting them as vampires.
"Where did you come from?"
"Reversed Floravita."
The guard raised his left eyebrow, wondering why someone would come from so far. Enrico had chosen that place because, unlike the original Floravita, this reversed dimension version had almost no vampires—only a few who lived alone there. Being such a vast place, the only ones known were those who had lived there for thousands of years.
'That way they won't be able to confirm my identity.'
"Your magics?"
"My magic is more physical, while my servant's is that she can control crows through blood and absorb parts of them through blood."
Having confirmed nothing strange, the guard let them pass. Enrico, now Sylas, walked the streets observing everything, noticing how vampires almost seemed like normal people—if he didn't know their true nature, he would certainly pity them.
They didn't kill people merely out of necessity—they enjoyed it. Because if it were only out of necessity, they would have accepted the humans' offer a thousand years ago, when the king of Sanos at the time proposed that humans donate blood to vampires in exchange for peace between the two races. It was exactly for this reason that humans hated them so deeply.
Seeing Yumeha's fists tighten as she watched them, Sylas sighed, knowing how difficult this would be: the vampires' personalities, humans' hatred and fear of them—this resentment was impossible to break, since both races could never coexist. That was the other reason the first vampire created this dimension—besides saving them.
"Stay calm, Yumeha."
Not just Yumeha, but certainly Angela, Aoi, and Rina felt the same. They had only accepted this because he had spoken of the end of the world. Yumeha came closer, holding a paper with words written on it.
'I believe in Master, but they will never accept an alliance with humans.'
"I know, they will never do it with others—but they will with me."
Taking the paper, he made it vanish into the air. He had thought about making an alliance with vampires, but he had never said it would be with humans—because that was impossible. He would bind them to himself forever and lessen their hunger for killing. He hadn't come to say something pretty about how races could unite for a greater good—he could maybe do that with others, but with vampires, it was impossible.
'And the first thing I have to do to change that is to make those old vampires of the council disappear from this world.'
The council he referred to had passed down through generations, changing hands whenever one of them died. One might think things would improve with council changes, but that would never happen—because the council always chose its successor before dying, and every time they had the same thoughts as their predecessors, passing them on through all generations.
'I hate them, and that's why I have to find some different vampires.'
Whenever a vampire who acted differently appeared, the council immediately ordered him killed, thus containing any thoughts of not killing humans for pleasure.
'That's why in the original story only idiotic vampires appeared—but that will end.'
He had come precisely at this time because someone was seeking to take control of the vampires, and he had arrived a week before the first clash would begin. In the original story, that villain discovered everything about this coup attempt and told the entire council.
'But since he doesn't have the best blood, he won't dare set foot in this place.'
He gave a sinister smile, because now this coup could work even better—with the best blood on their side. He truly hated those old ones, especially since they were the ones who made vampires ally with the evil gods, causing countless deaths of characters in the original story. Not even they would escape—he had to eliminate the greatest threats before they became the evil gods' helpers.