The First Vampire

“Her Majesty The Queen!”

“Her Majesty The Queen!”

Walking along the ramparts of Silver Moon City, Queen Elsa was nearly overwhelmed by the sporadic whiffs of the stench of decomposing bodies.

However, she mustered self-control and shook hands one by one with the city guards using her right hand covered by a white silk glove.

The proximity to their goddess stirred up intense excitement among the half-elf warriors, to the point of near fainting.

The bloody battles of the past three days suddenly seemed insignificant.

Walking behind Queen Elsa, Colin observed her patience in comforting the city guards. He came to understand why many politicians liked to play the “lady politics”.

When it came to appearing accessible and winning over the public, women had a distinct advantage.

Stroking his chin, Colin suddenly thought to have Vera learn from Queen Elsa. It might come in handy in the future…

The consolation continued throughout the morning until the city guards began to worry for Queen Elsa and voluntarily requested her to return to the palace for rest.

Queen Elsa reluctantly accepted their proposal and ended her consolation visit for the day.

After descending from the city tower, Colin helped Queen Elsa onto the horse-drawn carriage. Just as he was about to mount his horse, he noticed a commotion at the roadside.

Though he initially did not think much of it, a familiar skinny figure caught his eye from the corner of his sight.

Waving a guard over, Colin asked, “What’s happening over there?”

“My lord, we’ve captured a remnant of the Savoy family and we’re about to banish him from Silver Moon City.”

After the downfall of the coup, Queen Elsa divested the Savoy family of all their assets. Though she did not persecute the family members, she banished them from Silver Moon City.

He hadn’t expected there to be any escapees hiding in the city.

“Bring her over.”

“Yes, sir.”

Suddenly, a familiar face was brought before Colin.

“Kathy? Why didn’t you leave Silver Moon City?”

Colin’s former maid immediately knelt to the ground and sobbed:

“My lord, the Savoy family has nothing left. Once we leave Silver Moon City, where else could we go? Are we destined to hide in the countryside and waste away our lives in the fields?”

Unmoved by her seemingly pitiful state, Colin sneered, “So, to you, becoming a common farmer is wasting away your life?”

Kathy lifted her tear-stained face and cried, “Sir, even if I wanted to become a common farmer, it’s simply not possible!

My surname, my appearance, without the corresponding status, it is merely a curse.

If I leave Silver Moon City, I would rather be dead!”

Colin raised an eyebrow, finding this Kathy interesting. Despite her tender age, she seemed to have a clear understanding of the harsh realities and evil nature of humanity.

“Alright, I’ll give you a chance.”

“Thank you for your mercy…”

“Don’t thank me so soon. I have a task for you at the Eastern Camp, dare you do it?”

Kathy was taken aback, but promptly nodded determinedly, “My lord, I dare!”

“Good! If you successfully complete this mission, I promise to grant the Savoy family a baron’s title in the Half-Elf Kingdom.”

Upon hearing this, Queen Elsa timely lifted the carriage curtain and nodded at Kathy, indicating that she acknowledged Colin’s promise.

Kathy could hardly contain her joy.

As long as she could preserve the Savoy family’s nobility status, there was nothing she wouldn’t do.

“My lord, what would you like me to do?”

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Beneath the pitch-black sky, Marquis Vincent can clearly see numerous cavalrymen, orderly arranged.

They were all enveloped in black armor, revealing only a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

Thousands and thousands of Dark Knights stood in neat lines, holding long spears horizontally in front of them. Under the moonlight, they seemed to possess a terrifying power capable of piercing the heavens.

Slowly, the Dark Knights began to march.

Their pace was not fast, but still conveyed an irresistible force in their silent procession.

It seemed as though any who attempted to stand in their way would be mercilessly crushed.

Gradually, the Dark Knights began to accelerate.

Their previously neat lineup started to transform, subtly molding into the shape of a face, cold and aloof.

With an indifferent expression, it seemed to look down upon this pitch-black land.

“Colin Angler!”

Marquis Vincent suddenly recognized the face.

As if hearing his exclamation, the Dark Knights instantly ramped up to full speed.

Countless black war horses, black armor, black spears, converged into a flood of black, rushing towards Marquis Vincent.

Marquis Vincent instinctively reached for his waist, but did not find his knight sword.

Without thinking, he turned around, only to find no one behind him.

Just as he thought to run, he found his legs rooted to the spot, unable to move.

His body instinctively fell backwards, lying flat on the ground, staring up at the dark sky and the cold blood moon.

Yet, the Dark Knights charged towards him.

The black spear tips converged into a forest of death, threatening to tear Marquis Vincent into shreds.

Powerless, he watched as each Dark Knight bore down menacingly.

Suddenly, Marquis Vincent felt a massive hand reaching down from the dark sky, lifting him up.

Countless spear tips brushed past his feet, then disappeared into the void of darkness.

“Ah!”

Marquis Vincent yelled, waking up from his nightmare.

Huff——Huff——

He took large gulps of air, like a fish just pulled out of water.

Marquis Vincent looked around blankly and then gazed down at himself.

His body was drenched in cold sweat, leaving a sticky and uncomfortable feeling.

Only after rubbing his eyes did he realize that everything had only been a dream.

Collapsing back on the bed again with drained strength, Marquis Vincent knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep again for the night.

“Dark Cavalry…Colin Angler…”

He muttered these two terms that had kept him awake, staring blankly at the top of the tent, lost in thought.

“Lord Marquis? Lord Marquis?”

Groggily, Marquis Vincent realized someone was calling his name.

Startled awake once again, he was greeted by the morning light.

“What is it?”

“Lord Marquis, we have captured a recent escapee from Silver Moon City. This half-elf claims to be a descendant of the Savoy family.”

“The Savoy family?” Marquis Vincent sat up hastily from his bed and ordered, “Bring her to see me immediately!”

Soon enough, Kathy was brought before Marquis Vincent.

Looking at the apprehensive half-elf maiden, the first words Marquis Vincent said deeply frightened her.

He spoke in a tremendously cold voice:

“You were sent by Colin, weren’t you?”