Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains by the window, spilling into the room.
A girl who looked about eleven or twelve stood in the center of the room, magical energy dancing in the air as a mysterious contract gradually took shape before her.
This was the magic her teacher had taught her, a spell to form a contract with a demon.
The girl took a deep breath, and with a final surge of magic, she completed the last stroke of the contract.
The mana reverberated through the air, and a certain presence in the void turned its gaze upon her.
That gaze, almost tangible, settled around the girl.
Then, as if noticing something, the gaze shifted away somewhat flustered.
A cascade of golden hair flowed down as a noble figure silently appeared in the doorway.
The black-haired girl's eyes widened in shock, staring blankly at the silhouette. This wasn't what she had imagined. Could this magic... actually summon a demon?
The young girl took another deep breath and spoke softly, "Demon, I wish to form a contract with you."
Demon?
Brunestud blinked, her gaze lightly sweeping over her own attire.
This was a first, someone mistaking her for a demon.
Just as she was about to speak, a pulse of magical energy interrupted her intended denial.
Just moments ago, the world itself seemed to have acknowledged her identity as a 'demon'.
How interesting.
Brunestud found herself rather amused by this unexpected 'coincidence'.
Was this child trying to become a witch?
So-called witches were women who formed contracts with demons.
Her eyes returned to the young girl before her.
Black long hair, deep blue pupils, and a youthful appearance.
She... looked somewhat familiar.
"What is it you seek?" Brunestud asked faintly, a trace of curiosity in her tone.
"I need power," the girl responded without hesitation. "I need power to fulfill my wish."
"Everything has its price."
Forming a contract with a demon always came at a cost.
"I am already prepared."
The girl's resolute reply drew a slight raise of Brunestud's brow.
She didn't dislike humans who marched forward with such determination.
"Then..."
The Princess of the Primogenitors spoke the final words. "Make your wish."
The girl let out a long breath, her deep blue eyes staring straight into the golden ones before her.
"I wish for humans and demonkind to coexist."
Under the moon's watchful gaze, the young girl made her innocent wish.
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News of the Fifth Primogenitor's appearance spread across the world in a single day.
It was said she was a maiden with long golden hair and crimson eyes.
She called herself a princess, descending upon the world under the moonlight.
She could defeat the First Primogenitor without using her Beast Vassals, alter the world without issuing commands, and captivate the masses without revealing her form.
A noble princess moving gracefully through the night.
The midday sun was glaring, its scorching rays falling upon two girls in front of a shop.
The black-haired girl looked at the newspaper in her hands, a sense of foreboding rising within her.
This description was identical to the one in her room last night...
Why hadn't she noticed that the other party was a vampire last night?
She slowly turned her gaze to the silver-haired maid beside her and asked directly, "Is your master... the Fifth Primogenitor?"
Trimmau blinked, handing her a bag of gold bars. "Master says you may call her Princess."
So it was true.
A Primogenitor, yet capable of forming a demonic contract.
A ripple of magical energy tore open the space before the girl, and a large bag of gold bars appeared before her.
The contract hadn't been faulty; this power was genuine.
Setting aside her doubts for the moment, the black-haired girl handed the gold bars to the shop, taking the exchanged banknotes and stuffing them into a case beside her.
"Minamiya Natsuki."
Minamiya Natsuki turned around. Another bag of gold bars had appeared in Trimmau's hands.
"..." She silently took it and passed it through the exchange window.
"Minamiya Natsuki."
Yet another bag of gold bars appeared in Trimmau's hands.
"...Are there more?"
Where were all these gold bars even coming from?
With a sigh of resignation, Minamiya Natsuki handed the gold bars through the window. "Isn't the amount of money we're exchanging a bit excessive?"
"Master said to exchange for a sufficient amount of funds."
A sufficient amount...
Minamiya Natsuki let out a soft sigh and stopped Trimmau from pulling out more gold bars.
"The cash we have now is enough to live on for several years."
"Then let's return." Trimmau glanced at the several bags of banknotes at her feet and gave a slight nod.
Her master had said to listen to Minamiya Natsuki if there was anything she didn't understand.
In the next instant, their figures vanished from the spot, leaving only faint ripples in the air.
--+--
Vatler stood outside Minamiya Natsuki's room, nervously adjusting his appearance.
He had come to express the friendship of the Warlord's Dominion and to apologize for the previous night's incident.
He gently knocked on the door, waited a few seconds, and then knelt on one knee outside.
"I offer my sincere apologies for the offense against your esteemed presence last night."
"My name is Dimitrie Vatler, granted the title of Duke of Ardeal by our Primogenitor, the 'Lost Warlord.'"
His tone was calm and sincere, his gaze firmly fixed on the ground.
"I have come on behalf of our Primogenitor, Ki Juranbarada, the 'Lost Warlord,' to extend his greetings. Our Primogenitor regrets that he cannot come in person as he must deal with the aftermath of last night's events."
"It is our hope that Your Highness will enjoy a pleasant stay in the Warlord's Empire, and that the friendship between you and our Primogenitor may deepen."
His voice echoed in the hallway before finally fading into silence.
Vatler maintained his posture perfectly, waiting quietly outside the door.
Suddenly, a spatial fluctuation manifested behind him, yet he still made no move.
"Who's this?"
"Don't know."
The voices of young girls rang out, chatting as if no one else was around, walking right past him.
In that instant, the blue-eyed girl recognized his identity.
He was a vampire from the Warlord's Empire.
Click.
The noble figure flashed past within the room. A few seconds later, the door opened again, and a pair of petite maid shoes stopped before him.
"Master forgives your discourtesy."
"A great fortune indeed."
Impeccable etiquette was displayed by Vatler. Only after the door closed did the young man slowly rise, his gaze gradually shifting to the right.
More than one person had come out earlier.
This room was the residence of a human girl named Minamiya Natsuki, the very one now before him.
Turning around slowly, he found the black-haired girl staring intently at him.
To be able to use spatial magic at such a young age...
According to intelligence, the girl named Minamiya Natsuki had always been an ordinary human.
His eyes narrowed slightly. The immense magical power surrounding the girl, far surpassing that of even a high-ranking Demon, revealed her identity.
She... was a witch.
Somehow, Minamiya Natsuki had become a witch.
A flash of battle fervor passed through his eyes, but Vatler performed a flawless salute.
He had no prior connection with the girl before him. There was only one reason she would seek him out now.
"Might I ask if Her Highness the Princess has any instructions?"
Minamiya Natsuki shot him a glance, then turned and headed downstairs.
"Follow me."
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