A massive crimson magic circle now shrouded the entire campus of Saikai Academy.
Its glow was so conspicuous that even the nearby residents noticed it at once. But since they had been warned in advance, no one dared step outside.
They didn't know what exactly was happening, but they understood one thing—
something monumental was about to occur.
On the rooftop of Saikai Academy's main building stood three figures.
The first was a young man dressed in a black military uniform, short black hair rustling in the wind.
This was the First Primogenitor—Ki Juranbarada, known across the world as the the Lost Warlord.
A being said to stand closest to the fabled SS-class.
A man who commanded seventy-two Familiars, a single individual equal to an entire army.
To his left stood a woman of flawless beauty—long violet hair, crimson eyes, and a black evening dress that emphasized her mature figure.
The Second Primogenitor, Aswad-Guul Aziz, also nicknamed the Fall Gazer.
She wielded nineteen Familiars, placing her strength at the scale of a high-tier Maou.
Though still inferior to the First Primogenitor, her power was nothing to scoff at.
Finally, to his right stood a petite girl with faint green hair and emerald eyes.
Unlike most vampire Primogenitors, she was not a summoner but a rare physical-combat specialist—a vampire who fought with her body directly.
This was the Third Primogenitor, Giada Kukulcan, possessing twenty-seven Familiars, rumored to even surpass the Second in pure destructive capability.
Rumored… because none of the Primogenitors had ever fought one another directly.
But regardless of their internal hierarchy, these three were undeniably the apex of the vampire race.
Now, all three Primogenitors had gathered—
standing upon the rooftop, silently overlooking the crimson magic circle covering the campus below.
Inside the circle lay eleven coffins, each containing a humanoid puppet—
all bearing features eerily similar to Avrora Florestina.
The Third Primogenitor smirked teasingly as she glanced at the tall man beside her.
"Didn't think you'd personally bother coming out, Juranbarada.
Don't tell me you're planning revenge on that human boy?"
Hearing this, the Second Primogenitor's crimson eyes also drifted toward the First.
Juranbarada let out a short laugh.
"No. I'm merely curious.
A human with that level of power hasn't appeared for a very long time…
and he's still so young."
"I came here to see with my own eyes—
what stance such a human holds toward our vampire race."
He paused.
"As for revenge?
Dimitrie brought that fate upon himself."
Before coming here, Juranbarada had reviewed all information related to Izumi.
And what he found was alarming.
Just the fact that Izumi casually annihilated Kokabiel demanded utmost caution.
But more than that—
he had survived contact with the invading EXE-world monsters and even returned with his allies unscathed.
Even Juranbarada himself doubted he could survive such creatures.
There was no reason to pick a fight with someone like that simply because Dimitrie died.
That would be idiocy.
And besides, that human had a rather close relationship with that devil heiress.
Harming him would be equivalent to declaring war on the Underworld.
The vampires would never find peace again.
Hence, Juranbarada chose to come in person—
to evaluate Izumi's attitude toward vampires directly.
Vampires sustained themselves on human blood.
If the boy harbored malice toward their race, the consequences would be disastrous.
However…
the way he treated the Fourth Primogenitor's vessel suggested he held no particular hostility.
But his casual murder of Dimitrie made Juranbarada unable to discern Izumi's true intentions.
So here he stood—
to hear the boy's thoughts firsthand.
The Third Primogenitor snorted in amusement.
"I see, so that's why you're here.
And here I thought you were burning with vengeance."
"Well, it shouldn't be a problem. That kid looks like a massive pervert anyway.
Worst case, we can just let Aziz seduce him! Hahahaha!"
She burst into laughter.
"Aziz" referred to the Second Primogenitor—
Aswad-Guul Aziz, a strikingly beautiful and intellectual vampire woman.
Exactly the type that would be dangerously tempting for a teenage boy like Izumi.
At least, that was the Third Primogenitor's mischievous assumption.
Aziz, however, simply cast her a frigid glance—
her face practically spelling out You idiot.
Before the two could continue bickering—
Juranbarada's voice cut through the air.
"Enough. He's here."
Immediately, both women shifted their gaze downward.
At the entrance of Saikai Academy, Izumi strolled in casually, accompanied by several girls.
All factions secretly watching the event straightened in their seats.
The main show was finally beginning.
They wanted to see—
how Izumi would react.
Izumi arrived at the academy grounds, eyes sweeping over the massive magic circle, the coffins lining its perimeter, and Zacharias standing among them.
He then raised his gaze to the rooftop, spotting the three Primogenitors.
"Wow, everyone actually showed up?"
"But… isn't someone missing?"
"Hmm… where's the Lion King Agency?"
He scanned the surroundings but found no trace of them—
completely unaware that his words sent the hidden Lion King Agency members into utter panic.
The Three Saints were indeed observing through secret sorcery, but none dared reveal themselves.
Currently, they were trembling in fear.
He definitely holds grudges! He still remembers us!
Why?! What did we do? Our entire plan is ruined now!
The Three Saints were on the verge of tears.
Meanwhile, Le Fay stared wide-eyed at the magic circle below, itching to take a photo if she were allowed.
Zacharias, excited beyond reason, stepped forward.
"Welcome to the Flame-Light Banquet, the final—"
He didn't finish his line.
Izumi cut him off instantly.
"Shut up.
Trash like you doesn't get to talk here."
"Die."
Izumi didn't even bother looking at him.
The moment Zacharias opened his mouth, Izumi felt the urge to punch him.
Without hesitation, he projected several holy-ranked weapons and fired them.
The self-proclaimed Chairman of the Black Death Emperor Faction—
a man with countless underground connections and arms trafficking channels—
Did not even finish a single sentence before being pierced through the torso.
His expression remained frozen in excitement, confused as to why Izumi killed him immediately.
Wait… was my role really this small…?
So… unsatisfying…
And with that dying regret, Zacharias collapsed.