Episode 344
As far as I know, vampires of this time period do these kinds of odd jobs and take blood from dwarves and other races.
It’s a kind of bartering, and how long will it last?
It continues for 20 years.
How can this situation continue for 20 years?
Normally, in such cases, it would be natural for them to self-destruct or collapse, but they held on.
The reason was not specifically mentioned.
It will be revealed soon.
Charlotte said, looking at them.
“My mother used to do that.”
“What did you say?”
“How prosperous and vibrant the vampire kingdom my mother once lived in was.”
“okay?”
“Yes. But now… … there’s nothing like that.”
Didn’t answer.
“I guess I was like that before I met the boss too?”
He shook his head quietly.
When I first saw Charlotte, she seemed more energetic than I expected.
Despite the harsh environment he was given, he had a desire to do something, no matter what, in that position.
He went to the mountains to pick flowers, his knees were raw and his clothes were torn, and he sold them to people to give them to his mother as a birthday present.
I bought the flower for fifty shillings, and Charlotte gave her mother some oak blood.
So what Charlotte said was wrong.
Charlotte was a bright child even before she met me.
then.
“What makes you different from those vampires?”
“… … I don’t know.”
The answer is simple.
“The only difference is whether you can have hope or not. That’s all.”
“… … It’s difficult.”
“The despair of not being able to dream of the future is so great that you can’t even hope… … What do you call it when you have hope but you’re not even sure if it’s a complete hope?”
“… … .”
Charlotte didn’t answer.
He obviously knows the answer, but he can’t bring himself to say it. That kind of reaction.
So I just told him.
“It’s a slur. It’s a slur so bad you don’t even want to breathe. But.”
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He tapped Charlotte on the head.
The guy looks up at me.
“Thank goodness the vampire clan isn’t that bad yet.”
Everyone, including our teacher, looked at me with a puzzled look.
I’m going to show you why vampires have been able to survive in this situation for 20 years.
I waved lightly to my companions.
Follow me.
He also added this:
And tell them to kill the sound.
* * *
No one disputes that the most powerful creature in the world is the dragon.
Then below that.
What kind of life form is not the strongest life form, but is close to the strongest?
It has become unclear only recently, but hundreds of years ago, before the Age of Glory, all races would have chosen one race in common for this part.
Vampire.
They have reigned just below the top step for hundreds of years.
But that too is a past glory.
The number of vampires currently surviving is approximately 30,000.
Not only were they numbers, but they were now living off the dwarves, having left behind their past glory.
A fundamental question arose as to where it all went wrong, but that was it.
It was all about the gradual decline, step by step.
The days when the vampire race alone could keep numerous races in check will never return.
So what should we do?
Cowardly bastards who had deep pride, so deep that they couldn’t control themselves, took their own lives.
Unable to overcome the gloom of not being able to guarantee the future and the changing circumstances of his race, he took his own life.
To say that it was cowardly was an understatement.
What’s even more surprising is that among those kids was none other than the vampire king, Jinjo.
Levi de Royal, one of the children of Readymain de Royal, was like that.
What if there had been a ‘Vivienne de Royal’ who had managed to escape to the human world about 10 years ago?
well.
Lord Deva Lionel, who managed the Lionel Estate in the vampire kingdom, shook his head at that opinion.
Even if Vivienne de Royale had been there, she would not have prevented countless nobles from taking their own lives.
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“Okay-! 20 minutes break-!”
At the sound of his voice echoing throughout the mine, Devar Lionel slowly put down the pickaxe he was holding.
Deva also had pride.
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Pride as a member of the vampire race.
But I had no intention of avoiding ‘responsibility’ like those who took their own lives first.
What is nobility?
Refers to a person with political and social privileges.
How did that privilege come about?
It came into being because there were people who believed in it, followed it, and supported it from below.
A nobleman who takes his own life is no different from abdicating his responsibility.
Beyond cowardly, it’s trash.
Deva had no intention of evading responsibility by dying.
So that’s why I’m working in the mine now.
A vampire comes to Deva and asks him.
“Deva, are you okay?”
A dark-skinned person. But his body is covered in brightly shining minerals.
The vampire who assisted Deva when he ruled the territory was named Terango.
“I’m fine. How about you?”
“Of course I’m fine.”
The two laughed in the dusty mine.
“Moreover, you are seriously injured. Do you plan on bringing your ‘quota’ to your family today?”
“That’s right, what else can I do?”
Deva said.
“Come by and see me later when you get your blood drawn.”
Terango’s eyes open wide.
Because I noticed the hidden meaning in Deva’s words.
Deva is now saying that he will give a certain portion of the blood that has been allocated to him to Terango.
Terango quickly waved his hand.
“Your Majesty, please don’t do that. The Count is here too.”
“I have only one child, but you have more than four, including your wife and children. Don’t refuse and take it.”
“… … To anyone who sees it, the Count will look like he has lost a lot of blood.”
Deva leaned back against the mine wall and chuckled.
To be honest, it wasn’t wrong.
When I became a Master, my body was reconstructed, and with that reconstructed body, I was able to fill a much larger ‘quota’ than others.
But if you give it all away, it’s a different story.
“You gave most of your allotted blood to other vampires with families, and now you’re doing the same to me? I guess you don’t have a mirror right now, so you don’t see. The Count looks very… …distressed right now.”
Deva closed his eyes without saying a word.
As Terango looked at Deva, clear tears flowed down his face.
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“Will the world get better?”
Deva, with his eyes closed, nods quietly.
“It has to get better. We have to make it better.”
There was power in Deva’s voice.
Terango clenched his fists at the sight of him holding on with his body that had been reconstructed as he reached the level of a Master, having the power of a beginner Master but being unable to properly suck blood and thus using little mana.
A relationship that began when we were young.
A relationship that has continued until now.
Terango knows.
How great Deva is and what a cool guy he is.
Terango asked.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask.”
“Tell me.”
“Why didn’t you commit suicide like the other nobles when the vampire liberation war was lost ten years ago?”
Deva slowly opened his eyes.
Why didn’t you commit suicide?
It’s simple.
“With nobility comes responsibility. Do you know what responsibility I’m talking about here?”
Terango shook his head.
“To live fiercely. To stand at the forefront and live fiercely for those who believe in me and follow me, no matter how easy or difficult the world may be. To become a role model for everyone. To me, that is ‘responsibility.’”
“So that’s why you said that the nobles who took their own lives were pitiful. Because they avoided responsibility.”
“No matter how hard it is, I encourage them to live together while reading to them, but they are the ones who avoid responsibility. It’s not enough to say they are pathetic. But I can’t say anything more than that. Why?”
“Isn’t that even a luxury for us? There’s no point in cursing those who died in vain.”
“It’s pretty good. Now I can’t even call you the idiot Terango.”
Terango laughed while shedding tears.
“How long are you going to worry about that nickname from 28 years ago?”
“That is, until I die.”
Deva slowly got up from his seat and patted Terango on the shoulder.
“I’ll say it one more time. When you’re done with work and you get your blood from the distribution center, stop by and see me.”
I didn’t want to take it, but I had to.
I don’t know what Deva is thinking.
Deva’s heart that wants to give his children a better future than the present one.
Terango nodded reluctantly.
At that very moment, a loud voice echoes through the mine.
“Break is over! Back to work!”
The other vampires, including Deva and Terango, picked up their pickaxes again and struck the wall.
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Boom-!
What does it mean for a vampire to cling to a dwarf and live off of him?
Dwarves are craftsmen.
A blacksmith, artist and craftsman.
Their main focus is weapon making and armor making.
But why do humans spend hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars to steal weapons and armor made by dwarves?
Simply having outstanding skills is one thing, but that’s not all.
There is a mine between the kingdoms of the dwarves and the vampires.
The largest adamantium mine on the entire continent.
The reserves here are so vast that they could produce tens of millions of weapons.
Most of the vampires work in this mine.
Here we mine adamantium and bring it to the dwarves.
Dwarves collect the blood of mana users and distribute it to vampires according to the amount of adamantium they mine, and then make weapons and sell them to other races.
Such a system was created and has been maintained for over a dozen years.
Deva is sweating profusely, and Terango is sweating just as much next to him.
These two were the heads of a household and warriors who decided to fight together without giving up on life.
The fragrance of plum blossoms makes the cold bitter.
Only after enduring pain and cold does the plum blossom emit a beautiful fragrance.
The two plum blossoms are ready.
The most important thing is the opportunity.
An opportunity to smell the fragrance.
The center that can make that fragrance bloom.
The vampire clan needed it.
* * *
Our group watched silently as things unfolded inside the mine.
Even in a drought, flowers bloom.
Deva Lionel.
He was a flower that bloomed in the drought.
Or it could be a wild flower that bloomed before that and has tenacious vitality that has endured even in droughts.
He looked down at Charlotte for a moment, who was watching him from a distance.
What the vampire clan needs most right now is a center.
A center that will become the focal point.
Devar Lionel could be the center of things, but is it really that simple?
The central figure here is the owner of the empty throne, the true king who has always been associated with the vampire myth.
That is, it means Charlotte.
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Charlotte is the only true ancestor who survived on this continent.
But the guy is young.
He didn’t grow up with anger and hatred through experiments that tore his body apart like Cell, nor did he have a past like Thanos, where he was reduced from the eldest son of the Grand Duke family to a commoner and lived as a laughing stock for years.
The guy didn’t know anything and just thought I was a vampire, that I was the real thing.
Before he met me, he lived with that kind of thinking.
Taking responsibility for a race.
It means rebuilding by becoming a collapsed center.
That’s not a simple matter.
This means that it is not a simple problem that can be solved if Charlotte becomes the true king of vampires.
Unless Charlotte realizes her weight as a true ancestral spirit and has the will to do so.
It doesn’t make any sense.
“… … Let’s go, boss.”
I nodded silently at Charlotte’s words.
So our group turned around.
