Well, no, there's still one if we're hard to say it's comparable. Though their statuses were worlds apart, they had one thing in common: they were both girls. But they have one thing in common: they're both girls.

　　That's a bit harsh. It's just too impure! Maya aside - there weren't many gentlemen in this world who liked to play all sorts of delightful games with their own maids. But Isabella was Varede's own sister! Although Varede didn't agree with this relationship mentally. But in terms of pedigree it was 100% correct. To describe it in one sentence: the mouth says don't want it, but the body is still quite honest?......

Varede shook his head violently, expelling all those chaotic thoughts in his heart. Then he summarized his statement, “Anyway, keep it down, I'm going back to sleep.” After that, he turned around and shook his head. Then he closed the door with a bang.

　　“Am I spoiling him too much?” Isabella looked at the closed door with a slight sense of loss and couldn't help but think this way. In the future, is it necessary to build up a little more sisterly dignity, so that this disobedient brother becomes a little more well-behaved?

　　But very quickly, Isabella gave up on this idea. Just like what I said before, the “playfulness” between her and Varede always ended with Varede winning. Every time she tried to teach Valeed a lesson, she failed, and after spending a little time with Valeed, her attitude would quickly soften.

　　Thinking about this, Isabella couldn't help but feel a little deflated and sighed, “You're such a good sister yourself.” Then she glared fiercely at Maya again. Only then did she turn around and leave. Down the stairs and out the door, riding in a carriage to go to the academy for classes. And Varede's mother, Mrs. Windsor, had left the house a little earlier to go to work. She didn't even see Valeed.

　　Because Varede's father died early, and he was only a six year old child. So Mrs. Windsor had to act as the lord's right. Every day, she was busy in the Count of Kastanin's territory. The countess, on the other hand, was not a talented person in governing, and had almost no experience. So even if she was so busy, the effect of governing the territory was not very good. It was even a little bit like the more they helped, the busier they got.

　　However, although the efficiency was very low. But no one could say that the Countess didn't try hard. Even the effort was a bit over the top, and it would not be too much to say that it was a vomit. Valède had privately considered that the reason why the Countess was working so hard, one was because her husband was dead and couldn't be bothered with life. Another reason was that she wanted to keep the family business for her dead husband and her son. This heart, no wonder Varede did not appreciate it.

　　“In another ten years, when I come of age, you'll be able to take a break.” Varede had once said this, secretly, to Mrs. Windsor. It was only after delivering the burden, and confirming that Valed could take on this responsibility without any worries. Could Mrs. Windsor continue to live?

　　Varede tried his best to force himself not to think about this question. And to be honest, there was nothing Valed could do about this matter.

　　After saying a word to Isabella, Valade went back to make up for about two hours of sleep. Only then did he wake up with great interest. It wasn't that Varede had slept enough. Rather, it was already noon, and his tutor was about to arrive. It would be very rude if he didn't go out to greet them.

　　While thinking this, Varede snorted and reluctantly got up from the bed, shaking his groggy head. Then he took a hot towel from Maya's hand and wiped his face. Only then did he get a little bit more energized.

　　“Maya, what time is it now?”

　　“It's a little after eleven o'clock at noon, Young Master.” Maya clearly remembered that shortly before Varede woke up, twelve bells rang from the clock tower at the highest part of the Dekenhof Old Castle - the length of a day in this world was also twenty-four hours. The year was likewise three hundred and sixty-five days. Of course, the fact that the entire year had previously lived in the universe didn't make much sense to Varede. In his time, the ancient Earth had long since become a memory and a legend.

　　As for the timekeeping device, although the technological level of this world was very primitive and inferior. But with the ubiquitous wind of magic. The civilized races that knew how to use this supernatural power had also produced convenient and accurate timers. And the cost of this kind of timer is not high, the technical process is also not high. An apprentice who knew a little bit about the craft of making strange objects could easily make such a thing.

　　“It's already so late.” Varede grumbled somewhat unwillingly, and had to reject such a tempting idea as taking another nap. He grumbled so as he stood up, washed up under Maya's ministrations, brushed his long, light blonde hair into a ponytail and tied it, and put on another outfit. Then breakfast began. A toasted bread, ham, fried egg and vegetable salad.

　　And of course not without the special condiment, which was blood. After the main meal, Valeed drank lemonade to rinse his mouth, and then gave Maya a gentle “kiss” on the neck, sucking enough blood to ease the addiction and replenish his magic.

　　The taste of blood spread slowly in Valeed's mouth. There was something so refreshing about it that it made one drift away. It was only after a while that Varede let go of his mouth with fondness, recalling the feeling he had just experienced. If there was anything that made Varede feel uncomfortable about living in Sylvania, then the vampire's innate desire for blood was probably the only one.

　　This craving was different from appetite, sexual desire, and more like a drug-like dependency. If one does not take blood to ease the pain, they will feel the pain. This was an extremely fatal disadvantage for vampires.

　　However, unlike mentally weak people who can't kick their addictions. Recognizing this, vampires had made many attempts to break the curse. At the very least, the risk of this drawback would have to be minimized.

　　All vampires are treated for withdrawal from blood addiction - or penalized, or tried - before they reach adulthood. They are held captive and not provided with a bit of blood other than the normal supply of food and water, and this lasts for at least a month. Only if they pass with flying colors can they complete the rite of passage. And the longer one lasted, the stronger the will of the participant would be proven. The more respect and praise will be earned.

　　The most successful in this regard were the blood dragon knights of the Abel Herrasin family. The Blood Dragon Knights whose wills were stronger than steel could even remain without drinking a single drop of blood for a lifetime. These ascetics of the vampire world were one of the highest combatants in Sylvania. It was rumored that back in the day, their originator had once done away with a red dragon by singling out and putting up a pair.

　　But these were long ago, and Vared was six years old, with six to eight and a half years to go before he reached adulthood, and ten years to go before he reached adulthood. The vampires were more than accommodating to their compatriots who had not yet reached adulthood, so naturally they would not do anything like locking him up in a small dark room and not giving him food.

　　Thus freshened up and dressed, Varede looked in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. Reflected in the mirror was this view: the young, child with turquoise eyes and delicate features had his blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore a white shirt with two rows of golden buttons and tasseled cuffs, over which he was draped a cloak with a black face and a red background, with a golden chalice filled with blood drawn on the back with golden threads and red lines. Black pants and black riding boots. A slightly shorter stabbing sword was worn at the waist.

　　Looking like this, the prototype of an extremely handsome, slightly sickly vampire aristocrat -. It was already displayed. Varede himself was quite satisfied with this look. Even though this costume was slightly rotten for a vampire. The likelihood of a collision was quite high if a party was held.

　　But it didn't matter. Valeed wasn't the kind of person who cared much about the way he dressed. Similarly, the strange moaning sound of his exclusive maid when she was feeding just now, and the blush on her face that hadn't dissipated yet, Varede was similarly unconcerned about it.

　　At 12:30, Varede's tutor, who was also the main teacher of his sister Isabella's magic subject, Ms. Tracy, whom Varede called “a good person”.

　　Miss Tracy, who is now 124 years old, was the junior of Valed's mother, Mrs. Windsor, when she was studying at the academy. It was said that she received a lot of care from the Countess back then. The vampire family, when educating their children, liked to invite their friends to act as teachers. This was also a kind of activity to strengthen the relationship between both parties.

　　If Varede's cheap father was still alive, then his tutor for a while would most likely be his father's closest friend. But his father was dead. Now it was his mother who was the head of the Karstein family. So it was his mother's best friend who was invited.

　　Valeed didn't feel anything about it. That is, it didn't matter. Because as his tutor, Miss Tracy's professionalism was indeed very good. This was something that Varede felt satisfied with. Although in the beginning, she also expressed a certain degree of concern to her mother, as well - before being invited, to become Varede's governess, the Countess had once hosted a banquet for Miss Tracy. It was also on that day that Varede had first met her.

　　At that time, the first impression that Miss Tracy left on Varede was not too good. In Walder's opinion, Miss Tracy was a woman who appeared to be exceptionally weak, even sickly, and looked very unreliable. But after listening to the Countess' introduction, Valade knew that he had thought wrong.