Several vampires clashed against others in a difficult battle due to their numbers—about thirty guards against more than a hundred uncontrolled vampires. Among them, there were only circle four vampires fighting against the crazed ones, and there could even be a circle five among them.
"There are too many, when are the blood hunters coming back?"
"It'll take at least two more days."
"When I find that wretch, I'll kill her even if the young master gets furious."
The one who said the last phrase was suddenly attacked by several vampires biting him, while blood spikes appeared above him.
"Young master, tha—"
The hand of the boy, who looked about 17 years old, lowered, piercing through several vampires and the guard at the same time. All the vampires froze in fear upon seeing the furious eyes of the boy. He was badly injured, which meant he must have already fought some on the way.
"What are you waiting for? Keep going."
He was furious at the thought that his toy had escaped like that and was now causing chaos in the city. To make matters worse, the strongest vampires—the blood hunters—were far away, and the five councilors who lived here had also traveled elsewhere to force that circle nine idiot to obey their rules.
"I only kept her for a week, and she already managed to escape? What will my grandfather say about me?"
Distracted, he was struck by a blood blade that pierced through his chest, opening a hole. Falling to the ground in fury, he launched several blood spikes at the vampire, who was impaled by them.
"Brother, behind you!"
Several vampires tried to bite him, but his younger brother created a blood sphere that exploded, pushing them back.
"Where's Selio?"
"Brother Selio is dead."
"That useless fool couldn't do anything useful even in his last moment?"
The younger vampire shuddered at his older brother's words but felt he was right—only the useless die to enemies. That was the philosophy passed down by their grandfather.
Several other young descendants of the council appeared, trying to help the guards, some hesitant, since they weren't like his older brother who was circle four. Most of them were circle two, ranked D thanks to their pure blood. As time went on, they seemed fewer and fewer. The city guard who interviewed visitors was about to be killed by three uncontrolled vampires, even though they seemed to be only circle two.
"Huff… even though I'm circle five… huff… I fought too many uncontrolled circle fours… huff… I gave it my all…"
The heads of the three vampires were cut off by two people who suddenly appeared. He immediately recognized them as the ones who had appeared before.
"This really is the third strongest city of ours?"
"That must be why they're always behind Reverse Vesparello and Reverse Tianlong, master."
"Hey, you two, don't talk like that about my city."
Pointing at them angrily, he calmed down. He was saved, but he was still shaken.
"Tsk, they only managed to take down this much."
"First of all, kid, our strongest aren't in the city right now, so this isn't even half of our power."
"Of course…"
He looked away, not disappointed in them but in the uncontrolled vampires. He thought they would have managed to lower this city's level a bit more.
"Corvina, let's fight. It seems they need mere circle twos."
"Of course, master."
Running forward, Corvina summoned a raven wing that shot feathers at several vampires, pushing them away from some guards. According to her master, the strongest vampires should already have been eliminated, but she needed to be careful since there could be a circle three around and those should be left to the guards.
Sylas stepped on the shoulders of two vampires, sinking both feet into them with imbued magic, dislocating both their arms. He had now reached fifteen percent, and thanks to the ring that had changed his coloration as well as his hair to gray, this percentage temporarily increased to twenty-five. Thanks to it, the pacts, and his trained body, he managed to defeat Danyana, who had a high percentage.
Grabbing both their heads, he slammed them into the ground. Spinning around, he saw a vampire coming to bite him from behind. Kicking its chin, he sent it flying upward.
'I can't use the same stance I do when I'm Enrico, so I have to fight wildly without a real position.'
[Who told you to create a character that lowers his abilities so much?]
'There wasn't a better way to choose the other magics. I don't have a magic that can be considered true blood magic, and vampire fire magic is very characteristic, being a very dark red.'
Seeing that only ten were left, he decided to attack one about to strike a young vampire who was the grandson of someone from the council. Saving him in his arms, Sylas stomped the ground, cracking it and unbalancing the vampire.
'I'll use a light-charged boost.'
Breaking the ground beneath him, he dashed toward the vampire, punching him in the stomach and sending him flying straight to the circle five guard, who dealt the final blow.
'Good thing I decided to save the prisoners…'
He really was going to leave people behind to perfectly execute his plan, which was simply to free Ysabella and send her to her father.
"Who are you, stranger?"
Looking at the man approaching, he put on a scowl, since he recognized him very well. He was Malakar Octavian, one of the main targets, and was at the same level of disgust as he felt toward the council.
"A vampire, isn't it obvious, idiot?"
Everyone was shocked by his words. Seeing the man's face grow irritated, he smiled in satisfaction, because even if he was stronger, he could do nothing against Enrico—he was certain of it.
"You—"
He was about to attack but was stopped by a heavy pressure in the air. Looking back, he saw his grandfather with a serious look along with the other three councilors, and they did not look happy at all.