“I will come and see you again, my sweet brother.” Finally, Isabella kissed Varede lightly on the forehead, and, with a slightly fond smile, got up and left his room - the specialized, just-opened nursery in this ancient castle. As he walked to the door, he didn't forget to warn the maid.

　　“Take good care of my brother, or else I will make you, and your parents and relatives all suffer!” After Miss Isabella finished speaking, she left with a light hum. And that poor little maid kept her head down from the beginning, not daring to say a word, not daring to move even for a second. It was only after she was sure that Isabella had gone far away that she breathed a sigh of relief, pushed open the door and walked in.

　　At the same time, there were also a few maids working in the old castle. They were all people who had been carefully selected, who had a clean background, and whose entire family lived within the kingdom, and who basically had no possibility of rebelling, or being bribed. They were the people sent by the Karstein family to take care of Valade.

　　One of the more special things was that the youngest maid, who was also Valade's sister Isabella, was the one who looked the most unfavorable. The work she specialized in was rather special. Is for the newborn night dependents, that is, commonly known as the vampire's Varede to provide fresh, virgin blood. For the healthy growth of the newborn. And if there are no accidents, this job will last for a long time. And unlike other maids, when Varede grows up a little, she will be fired.

　　Although they had only met once. But Isabella had already taken her cute little brother and made him hers alone. With several factors like this added up, it would be strange for her to develop a favorable impression of that little maid.

　　To be honest, although this job was a little bit hard and looked very dangerous to outsiders. But those who actually truly understood it were envious of her good fortune. In order to ensure that newborn babies could receive sufficient nutrition as well as a supply of magic power. The virgin maids that were specially selected, their magical talents were all very good. It seemed as if the descendants of high-ranking nobles like Varede possessed even more extremely rare talent.

　　Their treatment, too, was top-notch. There were specialized nutritionists and chefs who customized healthy food for her. At the same time, there were also specialized teachers who taught her knowledge and magical skills, although the ultimate goal of these was to make her blood more fragrant and rich in magic. Providing the newborns with adequate nutrition, as well as an additional source of magical power. But indirectly, it would also change their social status.

　　Of course, if some of them were lucky enough and not too bad in their abilities. Spend a long time with their masters. Eventually wait until their vampire master grows up. There was even the possibility of flying up the branch to become a phoenix. For the maids that have grown up with them since childhood, the vampires will treat them as close and trustworthy beloved ones. Empowering them.

　　There are even some particularly charming maids with amazing talent and intellect who can become the secret lovers of these favorites of the night - don't think twice about wives and whatnot. Intermarriage with a foreigner is never allowed in Sylvania.

　　Of course, Maya, the little maid in the middle of it all, didn't actually like this job too much. In addition to having to frequently slit her wrists in a self-inflicted manner for something as horrible as feeding. For such a dark and magnificent old castle, the noble but dangerous vampire aristocrats, and a life that will most likely become even more dangerous in the future, she holds a kind of fear.

　　After all, she was just a five-year-old girl. All those so-called opportunities, preferential treatment, positions of power and whatnot, she could barely comprehend. She only knew that she had been taken away from her home. In the future, her parents would most likely not be able to see her. So she felt very sad.

　　It was even more impossible for her to fight back. What she was facing was the ruling class of this country, the vampires who had countless minions and were extremely powerful themselves. These vampires were firmly in control of this country. Both the dead and the living were under their surveillance. Thousands of years of domination had long since worn down the resistance of Sylvania, of all living things. Even the angriest and most reluctant had resigned themselves to their fate - or simply been killed.

　　In the face of such vampire nobles, the little girl, now five years old, couldn't even bring up a single thought of resistance. On the contrary, for the sake of her parents, and also for her own sake, she had to do her best to complete this mission.

　　With such a slightly despondent mood, Maya's eyes showed a complicated look when she looked at the sleeping Dredge Valeyard. As the culprit that had brought her to this point, or the monster that was going to suck her blood. Let's not talk about disgust, even hatred wouldn't be too much. However, looking at Varede, who seemed as lovely as an angel, she couldn't hate it.

　　“...... It's snowing?” After looking at it for a while, Maya slightly felt a bit cold, then raised her head again and vaguely saw snowflakes fluttering outside the window. Then she immediately brought a thicker bedding and covered Varede up. Immediately afterward, as if she had made up her mind about something, she timidly, also following Isabella's example, bent down and gently kissed Varede's face.

　　“Let me take good care of you, Young Master Varede.” After she finished speaking, she went out again and told the servants outside the door to bring dry wood and light the fireplace in the room. The room immediately warmed up ......

　　Sigma's empire, two thousand three hundred and fourteen years after its founding, that is, two thousand three hundred and four years into the Imperial Calendar - although politically opposed to each other. But nominally, Sylvania, which was part of Sigma's Empire, used such an epoch as well.

　　This year marks the sixth year since the birth of Vared von Karstein. This child who was born with the blessing of his kindred and was well educated as well as raised. As much as possible, he has tried to keep his unusual aspects under wraps. He behaved like a normal child. Innocent and lively, curious about everything, and very polite. The vampires who had met him could not help but fall in love with this little guy.

　　Of course, on the other hand, Valeed didn't deliberately, hide his talent in psionics. This was perhaps the only point where he acted, differently. The unconsciously released psychic energy, as well as the reckless use of this power as he wished, in the manner of a child. Such behavior naturally drew the attention of his kinsmen, his relatives. The rumor that the young master of the Karstein family was a genius spread throughout Sylvania.

　　Valeed, whose soul was over fifty years old, knew that it would be better to reveal some information in advance than to deliberately hide something that would eventually be exposed and become uncontrollable. It was better to reveal some messages in advance. Let people be psychologically prepared. This way the danger could be minimized.

　　In the beginning, Varede was prepared to suffer the jealousy of his fellow vampires. Even envisioned some very bad things - such as someone being jealous of his talent, or someone thinking that his identity was in the way. Trying to remove him or something. He had devised some countermeasures to that end.

　　But as it turned out, such concerns of Varede's proved to be somewhat superfluous. There had never been a single vampire in Sylvania that had ever uttered any sort of malice towards him. They had nothing but goodwill for Varede. Complete and utter goodwill. Whether it was a member of the Karstein family, a relative from a distant side branch, or even vampires from other families, none of them had any resentment, scorn, jealousy, or anything like that. Rather, they were simply proud of him. Rejoicing in the fact that there was a new, outstanding figure in their pack.

　　Valeed was not a child without discernment, he could tell. These clansmen genuinely liked him. And Varede also realized that they all had very good feelings for each other as well. The entire vampire society was one that was extremely united, respected each other, and loved each other.

　　Varede also found that for the good of the race was the most common starting point for vampires. When they made major decisions. Always put the interests of the pack as a whole first, and the interests of other vampire clansmen second. And their own authority, interests. Then it was the last thing to be considered.

　　The logic of their thinking is usually like this: a newborn? Great, we've added another clan member, the population is expanding once again - A healthy newborn? Great, another strong warrior will join our ranks and fight alongside us, our herd is strengthened once again - A newborn with excellent talent? Simply too good to be true. We will gain a great warrior, mage. Even a powerful leader. Maybe one day he'll guide us to reach the Eternal Lord's goal of ruling the entire world. What a cute little guy.

　　That was it, the vampires of this world-or as they called them, these Familiars of the Night surprised Varede. Compared to the values of these bloodsucking monsters, all the other races that were deceitful, competing for power, and had to pull out swords and kill each other over the slightest thing could all go to hell. Under the influence of this environment, Varede also developed an extremely strong sense of identification with his race, his country.

　　This kind of noble race couldn't have been better in the eyes of Varede, who had been deceived and betrayed by his own people in his previous life, and thus killed in battle. His own luck seems to be quite good, the first thing he faced after his reincarnation was not a broken family, he didn't become a scum, he didn't have ill-intentioned slaves and ill-intentioned relatives, and he didn't have a fiancée he didn't know kicking him out. Just how lucky had one been to be born in such a suitable place to live, ah?