My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Chapter 126: An account notebook.

A week had passed since Ziriel had started cultivating consistently for six to seven hours every day. She was quickly freed from her duties by Velryna, as at that moment, the ball was being prepared, and Velryna constantly went to her father trying to change his mind, but so far nothing had been decreed. At this moment, Ziriel was in a different place than usual.

The bar was lively, women danced joyfully while men drank their large mugs of golden liquor. Barley, perhaps? It was hard to tell without knowing anything about alcohol from the Empire. The bar was full and bustling, and the warm atmosphere of happiness made everything lighter. It was a pity that what was calling Ziriel to that place wasn't these little joys of life.

At the back of the bar, at a table, two hooded women were talking. One of them, of course, had white hair, and the other, green hair.

"I thought after this time of closed training I could receive some good news, but it seems that's not the case, is it?" Ziriel queried as she sipped refined red wine.

"I can't hide anything from you, can I, young master?" Aaralyn said with a wry smile. She was truly unhappy with the latest news she had received.

"How are they?" First, of course, Ziriel inquired about two people she wanted to reunite with.

"The Named Heir of the Eastern Empire, Sara Vortex, has been under full protection in 'Dunkashin,' the Empress's Palace, for two years now. She's constantly taking lessons with various martial masters and has a reasonably healthy routine. As for the other, Nagasawa, nicknamed Blood Viper, she's currently serving Empress Lyrianna as her personal secretary.

Despite being considered a slave due to her actions ten years ago, she's one of the most reliable and perhaps the closest woman to the Empress currently."

"At least they didn't end up alone... can you tell me the problems now?" Ziriel said, and soon, the bad news began.

"I don't know how to say this, but just now the world has been sealed," Aaralyn said, and Ziriel's eyes widened in alarm.

"What do you mean the world has been sealed?" Ziriel asked quickly, staring at her intently.

"The connection between Umbral and Nighsphere was severed this morning. Not even the continental magics are working properly. Fortunately, I managed to contact the Valkyries earlier, but the problem still persists. My sisters are traveling to the Werewolf Kingdom. It seems the civil war has turned into a general war," Aaralyn said, and Ziriel's eyes calmed.

"Siren and Velkan continue to try to steal the ruler's position from each other. It's impressive."

"Yes, I agree. The problem is that the Werewolf Clans have started to eye each other and forge new alliances, and what was once a two-way fight has turned into a general confrontation," Aaralyn explained, leaving Dante no less worried.

"They sealed the world, a war broke out, the witches sealed themselves in their kingdom..."

"Don't be alarmed, this has been becoming normal every year. These barbaric conflicts among everyone seem to be motivated without any driving force. Especially the Werewolves. They're not acting rationally. On the contrary, they're acting purely on instinct, and that's not how a kingdom should function.

That's why Siren is trying to revolutionize, but they don't understand, so this idiotic conflict continues," Aaralyn said in a heavy tone. She seemed genuinely concerned about this kingdom, something Ziriel didn't care about at all. In fact, she hoped this war would lead to the death of Alexander Sucellus. It would be less troublesome than going after him at this point.

"Ah, seriously, this is all so tiresome. I wish it were easier for me to leave here, but even if I wanted to go now to the Eastern Empire to find Nagasawa and Sara, it wouldn't be possible, would it?" Ziriel's heavy sigh made her discomfort clear. She didn't want to continue playing the role of the damsel helping the princess. Despite that, she couldn't just abandon Velryna like this anymore.

"The Emperor will fall sooner or later," Aaralyn said.

Ziriel was surprised, and the questioning came: "What aren't you telling me, Aaralyn?"

"There has been movement among the counts. It seems they're trying to win Velryna over to regain power. Their decision is complicated. They want to use her to overthrow the royal family," Aaralyn revealed, and Ziriel blinked twice.

Her face darkened, the hood covered her features, but the two amber eyes were clearly visible, with a threatening gleam.

"So they've finally gathered the courage, if this is happening so openly about seizing Velryna?"

"This is a move by the Emperor," Aaralyn said.

"What? By the Emperor?" Surprised, she couldn't immediately understand. "Yes, I presume that's the case. The Emperor himself wants to overthrow his son."

"Hold on, Aaralyn, you're spinning quite a tale, aren't you?"

"Dante, I'm over a hundred and fifty years old, I'm considered an adult vampire. Do you really want to argue with me about information analysis? Believe it or not, we are Hellsing, we understand everything about the world, and I am the main source of information. Besides... Forget it, it won't lead anywhere."

The music reached a higher volume, the drinking men became more euphoric, and the dancing girls reached the climax of the place. Ziriel became pensive, but she got up and looked at Aaralyn.

"I'm going to the Palace," she said, turning, about to bid farewell. There was still much to do.

"Don't worry, I'll go with you."

"Eh? How?"

"I'm your shadow, master. Besides, I need to get into the palace to gather more information, I'm the gossip, remember?" Aaralyn said. With a smile, she became a black shadow and entered Ziriel's Shadow.

"I see, then it will be easier to fulfill my mission with you by my side," Ziriel said with a mischievous smile. She didn't see it, but Aaralyn was also smiling a lot.

"Finally! The Master's Shadow! It's like the mistress's! So cozy! I loved this place! Don't ever take me out of here again!

I miss it so much!" Well... she was happy.

So, Ziriel left the establishment. It was already a dark night, and she still had much to do. With Aaralyn by her side, completing her investigation would be even easier.

Two hours passed, now it was early morning.

"What are we doing here?" Aaralyn asked. They were on top of the Palace, on the rooftops.

"The idiot's room is around here. We need to find something to help us deal with him," Ziriel replied as she covered herself with invisibility magic. Actually, it was Voralith who did that.

"Ready, we can go now. Be careful with the noises."

"You really underestimate my abilities, don't you? Pay attention!" Aaralyn said and jumped off the building, landing on the balcony of Ethan's grand room.

"Come on!" She shouted, making Ziriel panic a little. "Stop yelling!" Ziriel appeared in front of Aaralyn quickly, but she just started laughing.

"Hahaha, you fool, it's a supreme concealment magic, it's impossible to detect me! I can yell as much as I want, only you can hear me!" She said, and Ziriel sighed. She didn't know Aaralyn was so mischievous, and that was a problem, especially in situations like this.

"Get your butt up and look for something, I'll check the bookshelves," Aaralyn said. Ziriel nodded, and so the search began.

They stayed in the room, quickly one of the first sensations they had was that everything was too easy. How come the heir prince's quarters weren't being watched?

"They already knew," Aaralyn said as she rummaged through places where there used to be things that could help.

"It seems so," Ziriel agreed, as they continued to carefully look through drawers and cabinets.

"Master," Aaralyn said, catching Ziriel's attention, who turned to the voice location. "Look at this." She said, and when Ziriel approached...

[Official Notes]

It was a small ledger, well-worn and old, likely intentionally made to avoid suspicion. Aaralyn, being a keen observer, found it hidden behind the books on the shelf, in a small secret compartment.

When they opened the ledger, Aaralyn felt a surge of rage so strong that she began to crumple the edges of the ledger.

"Hey, calm down! What did you read there?" The question came, but the answer never arrived. She only handed the ledger to Ziriel, who didn't understand at first, but simply read the first item listed in the ledger.

[ Six Girls for sexual use. Between 12 and 16 years of age. Physical: Sinful. Breast Size: A. Status: Virgin. Value: ********* ] [Sent to Rua.

****, close to **** **** 89***]

[ Slaves. Adults. Physique: Good. Body size. 1.80. Status: Usavais.

Value *******. Servitude: Guaranteed.]

"I thought things could be easier, that I could simply kill him without any issues and leave... but the people of this city..."

It wasn't just one or two, it was many, many "products," and most of them... Children, orphans taken from shelters, temples, and found in the outskirts, as well as those exported. Literally, a slave trade.

"I will sink this empire... I will erase every evil being from this world, I will destroy them all, even if I have to rule the underworld to keep every soul subjected to eternal torture."

Ziriel's murmuring turned into such a deep feeling that her body warmed with fury... Within Ziriel.

"It seems she's awakening," Voralith said, while observing something, more precisely a being. Inside Ziriel's Mental World, which had recently begun to form, she was in her Full Dragon form, a being that would easily reach the height of ten stories of a luxurious building.

Her folded wings brought tranquility and shielded her from the strange sun in the sky of this world for a certain little pup who slept lightly peaceful.

In front of her, a cocoon with a being inside, with a golden sword impaled in his chest. One of his eyes was golden, and the other was red, he had two horns curved backward, and his hair was entirely crimson that reached the ground, like the blood of his enemies. He was a muscular and robust man.

"What is this?" Eldrax asked as he woke up, feeling that he saw something familiar in his appearance, she stared at the body in the cocoon, slightly trembling. Voralith, however, just laughed and petted the head of the little Dragonoid.

"A new being," Voralith said with a smile. After all, thanks to Lilith, now the True Dante was being created.

"The perception of humans about the path is something complicated, they don't understand themselves and try to understand the world around them, something flawed. But this one is different, he already understands himself, although not completing his thoughts. His path is being formed based on his experiences..."

"I hope to see the world you want to create. Little child."