The First Vampire

The sky outside the window was completely shrouded by dark clouds, with intermittent rumbles of thunder sounding like warnings, urging pedestrians on the street to quickly find shelter from the rain.

In the tavern, Count Evan regarded the eager look in his sister’s eyes and casually replied:

“The solution is—you should step into the Holy Field immediately!” “Humph!” Anna’s eyebrows shot up, she glared at her older brother.

She was clearly aware that she had been tricked.

“I’m only a fourth-rank knight, I’m still a long way from the Holy Field!”

“Not long at all!” declared Count Evan, “Only nineteen and already a fourth-rank knight. Hehe, among this generation of St. Prowse, you are definitely the person most likely to become a Holy Knight.”

“But that’s just a likelihood.

According to you, Duke St. Hilde is sure to take control of the Half-Elf Kingdom. It seems we in the East Territory may soon have to face the military might of the Northern Iron Cavalry. What… what should we do?”

Count Evan laughed heartily: “Alright, no more joking. Actually, I think the only real way to stop the North Territory is to seek help from the St. Lorenzo family.”

“The Royal Family of the Empire?” Anna muttered thoughtfully.

“Yes. Just us alone, we absolutely can’t stop the North Territory, our only solution is to ask the Royal Family for help.”

“Will the St. Lorenzo family… help us?”

“Of course, they will.” Count Evan affirmed confidently, “If the East Territory falls into the hands of the St. Hilde family, hehe, would the St. Lorenzo family still be able to suppress the St. Hilde family, who will have control of two territories?”

“But… but, isn’t there a Sacred Covenant? Would the St. Hilde family dare…

Count Evan scoffed, “The Sacred Covenant? Hehe, how many of the original seven Holy Knight Families who signed the covenant are left now? What about the St. Sean and Saint Voges families!”

Anna fell silent.

The young girl didn’t seem quite accustomed to these dark and dirty matters.

“Covenants are all false; only military power is real. If the St. Hilde family acquired the power to sweep across the Empire, then it would be time for a change of power in Dragon City.” Count Evan sighed lightly and added:

“That’s why I say our father is a fool. Sending us to Silver Moon City is a complete waste of effort. We should have been sent directly to Dragon City.”

“But the Half-Elf kingdom is not yet in the hands of the North Territory. How can we persuade the St. Lorenzo family to intervene if we go to Dragon City now?”

“True sages don’t wait until the last minute to deal with impending crises. They foresee the risks of the future while the crisis is still budding, and make plans in advance.” Count Evan pointed to the umbrella next to him, “It wasn’t raining when I went out, but I still brought an umbrella.”

He then pointed outside the window: “Look, it’s raining now.”

“Whoosh!”

Indeed, it was raining cats and dogs outside the window, soaking the many pedestrians who hadn’t made it home yet.

Anna pouted, feeling that her brother was making fun of her.

Because she didn’t bring an umbrella either.

“Then let’s write a letter to our father, have him send someone to Dragon City.”

“Do you think our father would listen to my advice?” Count Evan asked dismissively.

“Then I’ll write it!” Anna insisted.

“It’s useless.” Count Evan sighed, “Do you know what is the hardest thing in the world?”

“What?”

“To make an arrogant person admit that they are inferior to others.” Count Evan said disdainfully, “Our honorable father, without being driven to a wall, would never lower himself to ask the St. Lorenzo family for help.”

Anna pursed her lips, her face full of determination, “So we are really going to do nothing, just eat, drink and be merry in Silver Moon City?”

Count Evan had a cynically amused smile on his face, “We have to do something or else we can’t make explanations.”

Watching her brother’s languid demeanor, Anna gritted her teeth in anger and said resentfully, “Evan! Don’t forget that you carry the same surname, St. Prowse! When the Northern Army invades, where are you going to run?”

Count Evan didn’t respond, a hint of pain flashing across his face.

Anna no longer felt like talking either. She turned to look at the curtain of rain outside the window, lost in thought.

The storm that swept through Silver Moon City was fierce in its arrival and departure.

By evening, the dark clouds had completely dispersed, revealing a fiery red sunset.

In the open-air garden of the Half-Elf Palace, the maids were removing the rain covers, allowing the flowers and plants to bask in the evening sun.

Regrettably, the valuable Blood Roses in the garden, though they escaped the onslaught of the storm, did not avoid the devastation of the sword.

“Hell! Ha!”

A boy about ten years old was brandishing a sword, ruining Queen Isa’s cherished Blood Roses beyond recognition.

Seeing this, the maids by the side dared not step forward to dissuade him.

Because this boy was none other than Prince William’s son, Charlie Modewen.

And the old king, leaning on his walking stick, was laughing while watching his grandson devastate the garden, with no plans to stop him.

“Prince. ”

“Prince. ”

Just then, Prince William suddenly appeared at the garden entrance, reprimanding his mischievous son:

“Charlie! Those are the queen’s beloved Blood Roses! You can’t indiscriminately chop them!”

The boy jumped in fright, hastily throwing away his sword, as if in doing so, the previous destruction had nothing to do with him.

However, the old king was not pleased.

He glared at Prince William, scolded, “What are you angry about? You frightened the boy!”

Then he turned to Charlie, put back on his smile, “Charlie, don’t be afraid, they’re just some useless plants and flowers. Play as you like.”

“Aw yeah!” Charlie shouted excitedly, bending down to pick up the sword again, and began to ravage the Blood Roses.

Prince William sighed helplessly, waved to the maids who were at a loss in the garden, urging them to step back.

Then, he took a few steps forward, intending to support the old king.

Who knew that the old king would fling his hand and gave him a glare,

“Support what? Do I look that old to you?”

Prince William was rendered speechless, thinking, isn’t it you who wanted to act old….

However, this prince, accustomed to being accommodating, dared not argue, and only asked quietly:

“Father, our people have located the guests from the East in Silver Moon City, but…these two esteemed guests don’t seem to be in a hurry to find us…” “So what are they doing?”

“In the past few days, they have visited almost every tavern in Silver Moon City, they seem… to be sampling various fine wines…”

The old king frowned, obviously he hadn’t expected these two eastern envoys to be so unreliable, so he had to command, “If they don’t come to you, then you go to them.”

“Yes.”

“Remember to bring fine wine.”

“Yes.”

After Prince William obediently left, the old king looked at his excited grandson and asked with a smile, “Charlie, why do you like destroying these flowers so much?”

Charlie paused, turned his head and said, “I don’t know, I just like watching them fall to the ground.”

“Ha ha ha!” The old king seemed very pleased, “Good, then keep going! Remember, the more beautiful things are on the outside, the more dangerous they are! Cut them down! It’s best to chop them all down!”

“Okay, I’ll chop them all down!”

As if given a sacred mission, Charlie wielded the sword in his hand even more vigorously..