After that night on the first of June, Vared stayed at home and behaved himself for the rest of the day. Every day, he waited for his teacher to come over and give him a lecture. His magical knowledge and skills skyrocketed as a result. The speed was so fast that Trish shouted “pervert”. From the separation of the winds of magic, to the harmonization of the winds of magic.

　　For the several branches of black magic, the necromancy with the representative color of pale, which was needed to manipulate the undead; the Witchcraft Sequence with the representative color of silver-gray, which was based on weakening and gaining type of magic; and the Blighted Essence with the representative color of pitch-black, which was based on attacking souls and entities, and direct killing magic. All of them had a certain understanding. And several of the most basic magics, such as exorcising corpses, creating skeletal soldiers, weakening armor, increasing weapons, curses, and dark energy arrows were also learned.

　　At the end of the month, Red Morel's power increased to its maximum. At this time, even mages who were no longer confident in themselves had to collect themselves at this moment. Except for those of the Chaos Wastes, the psychopaths who believed in the evil gods. No one dared to use spells on this day. So Varede couldn't learn anything new about magic in his classes these days. Just listening to Trish tell stories and practicing a bit of calisthenics or something.

　　And so the month of June passed. By the beginning of July, the Month of Morrell was spent. It was customary to have a celebration after this month of disaster, which only occurred once a year, was passed. This year was no exception. It was on the first day of July that a dinner party would be held at the old castle of Dekenhof. A feast for all the vampires in the territory.

　　So on this very day, Varede was reluctantly called up by his sister Isabella early in the morning. And then accompanied her to pick out her clothes. The competitive young lady did not want to make a fool of herself on such a grand festival. She had to dress up beautifully. And so it was that Valeed suffered.

　　Sitting on top of his sister's bed, Valeed was snorting as he watched Isabella change clothes back and forth. Originally, Valeed thought it would take less than five minutes to try on a dress. But Isabella, inexplicably, had to spend half an hour in the specialized fitting room in her room.

　　In the beginning, Varede was still able to patiently say one, two, three. But after a while, he became impatient. Wanting to end this boring activity quickly and go back to sleep.

　　Thus, the conversation between him and Isabella became like this:

“What do you think of this one?”

　　“It's quite good, it suits you, this is the one alright.”

　　"Eh! You're definitely perfunctory when you say that, look at the flaws here and there in this dress, where it's good! I'll go and change another one."

　　After saying that Isabella ran into the fitting room again. Varede held his forehead with one hand and decided to change his strategy. Just like that half an hour later, Isabella came out with another change of clothes.

　　“What do you think of this one?”

　　"Not good at all! Hurry up and change another one!"

　　“Well, then I'll listen to you and just change another one.”

　　“......”

By this time Varede would be a fool if he didn't understand. His sister Isabella wasn't even thinking about it, picking out a dress. She was just enjoying the constant change of clothes to wear - though for that matter, again, Varede didn't really understand. It seemed to him that there was little difference in some of the dress styles. There were only slight differences in the ornaments, tassels, or colors. Yet Isabella had to distinguish so clearly.

　　"Just be casual like me. Anyway, sister, you look so pretty, you can wear whatever you want." In the end, Varede just couldn't help himself. He called Isabella a rare sister. The meaning was to ask Isabella to be gracious and let him live.

　　And what Varede said was “as if I were the same”. It's because he always leaves this kind of “small matter” of choosing clothes to his little maid Maya. Anyway, he's not like Isabella who loves beauty to the point of sickness. As long as he was dressed appropriately, he was fine. And it was fine if it wasn't. He'd yell at Maya when he got back.

　　As for Isabella. As the eldest daughter of the Karstein family, she also had personal maids though. But as a woman, she naturally had to pick out her own clothes and groom herself. Although she was only twelve years old, Isabella cared very much about these things. There were times when Varede even felt that she was a bit incomprehensible.

　　Just like now.

　　If it was another time, Valed would have begged for anything with a cry of sister. Isabella would have to be happy for at least a whole day to hear him call out. However, at this time, when Isabella heard him say this, she seemed to have exploded like a cat that had its tail stepped on. That kind of surprise, that kind of helplessness, that kind of look like an idiot. It's like seeing a caveman on Earth in the year 5,000,000 A.D. ......

After this, Isabella spoke harshly and admonished her brother in a super high decibel voice. “The significance represented by clothing and apparel ah”; “Can't give the Karstein family shame ah”; “You are at least six years old, this kind of thing should always understand it?!” ...... That high profile, that sense of superiority. It was as if she held the truth. Said Varede in a daze.

　　Well, discussing this kind of thing with a woman was a mistake in itself, Varede finally resigned himself to his fate.

　　Evening. Valade's mother, the countess also returned to the old castle. Traveling with her, there were also a few vampires who had stopped by to join her. Compared to the previous motionless until midnight to come back, today is much faster. The countess must also know the importance of this festival.

　　It wasn't just Sylvania. Almost the entire civilized world, would hold celebrations on this day. To celebrate the passing of this damn month.

　　And in Sylvania, the vampires who rarely get together will gather. All four Counts would extend invitations to blood relatives, collateral relatives, small clans, and vampires temporarily residing in their territories.

　　As long as there wasn't something very important that they couldn't get away from, or if the distance was too far, so they couldn't arrive. Then the invited vampires will pay a visit to the door. It was a way of bonding, and at the same time relaxing the nerves that had been strained due to work.

　　Valeed had been participating in these dances since he was four years old. It was something to look forward to - not because of the desserts and juices that were served to children at the ball. Rather, it was because he would be able to get to know more of his people at such a ball. As mentioned before, the life of a vampire was quite long. There were still ten years to go even if Valeed was an adult, it would still be a long time before he had to deal with these people. It would be good for him to get to know more people earlier.

　　At the same time, Varede could also try to analyze some intelligence out of these people's conversations. Although this meant nothing in terms of improving Varede's position and strengthening his power. But Varede didn't care about that. He just wanted to learn more about this world - after all, as a child, Valed was usually not allowed to go out of Dekenhof Castle.

　　Only, today was slightly different. Valeed could tell that his mother's face, in addition to the usual faint sadness that belonged to the undead, there was also some anxiety due to something else.

　　Night.

　　When the last ray of sunlight disappeared, the feast belonging to the vampires began. The originally silent and ancient old castle became lively.

　　Although in this world, the number of vampires had been small. It was even rarer than the rare wood elves, the dwarves who hunkered down in the various mountain fortresses. But gathering the clansmen of a count's collar at once, such a scene still looked a bit crowded.

　　Dekenhof Castle, originally seemed very spacious, nearly four hundred square meters of hall, plus the dining room, parlor and the first floor, the second floor of the several rooms as a playroom are almost all crowded. Nearly eight hundred vampires were invited, and in the end, more than seven hundred and fifty of them came. It could really be described as a feast.

　　Just by associating it with the age of the vampires, then this number wasn't very strange. Among the vampires who came to participate in the banquet, the oldest was already over a thousand years old. And the young ones, such as Varede, were only six years old. It could be said that the vampires of the last thousand years and hundreds of generations were all gathered together, and there were only a few of them.

　　On the one hand, it was because the vampire's reproduction power was too low. Like Valeed's parents. It was really rare for a couple to successfully breed two children in less than ten years of marriage. In contrast, under normal circumstances a vampire couple with high libido would need hundreds of years and a bit of luck to be able to breed an offspring.

　　On the other hand, it was because of the frequent wars. The war with the northern barbarians, the war with the western empire, the war with the eastern dwarves, and the war with the ubiquitous green-skinned orcs that seem to be like cockroaches....... The borders of the entire kingdom in all directions are not peaceful. Almost every minute of every hour, there will be three to four skirmishes broke out. And large-scale battles exceeding the level of ten thousand people were not uncommon. From the day the vampire kingdom was established until now, there have been strong, there have been weak. But peace ...... has never been.