A round moon was hanging above the sea, and a dark red cloud floated across it. The moonlight with a tinge of dark red shone onto a tower at the very top of the castle.

  “Let me out!”


  A blood-red blade slashed across the screen which looked like a black fog. It only caused some ripples across the screen.

  Camilla lowered her hand weakly. There was no way she could damage this screen with her power.

  She could see the castle’s servants busily preparing for the wedding from where she was. A huge wedding was in preparation and she was the female lead, but she wasn’t happy at all.

  “Ha.” Camilla gradually clenched her fists, and her nails were embedded into her flesh as she smirked, and murmured to herself, “Do you all believe things will go according to your wishes just because you planned the wedding? Don’t blame me for destroying this wedding since you all are forcing me to get married.”


  “That fellow Noak is not bad. Why can’t you love him, Camilla?”


  A black figure was suddenly leaning against the edge of the castle. He was holding a clear crystal glass between his thumb and forefinger, and swirling the red wine in the glass gently as he gazed at Camilla with a vague smile. He had neat backcombed hair, a tall and elegant nose, and royal blue eyes, and wore a well-fitting black suit like a well-bred gentleman.

  “Uncle Dracula!” Camilla’s eyes lit up, and she rushed to the screen. She lowered her voice. “Let me out, please.”


  “No can do. I will be the one being locked up here if I let you out.” Dracula shook his head and lightly sighed. “You know very well nobody can alter your father’s decision.”


  “Could you bear to watch him force me to marry again?” Camilla said, biting her lips.

  Dracula took a sip of the red wine, and then turned his finger around. The clear wine glass spun on top of his finger, and the blood-red wine splashed onto that screen.

  “Shhh……”


  That barrier that sealed Camilla in had simply disappeared with a faint sound.

  “This is……” Camilla stared at the dissolving barrier in astonishment before saying to Dracula in amazement, “You’ve advanced, Uncle Dracula?”


  “Well, I was an existence who was considered as the number one genius in the vampire tribe and the one who had the most probability to become a Vampire Ancestor back then,” Dracula said smugly as he swirled the crystal glass with his fingertips.

  “And you’ve gotten the Ancestor Bloodline?” Camilla stared at the dark red bat tattoo on Dracula’s right middle finger with an even more shocked expression. It seemed to be formed by coagulated blood, and had a bloody scent.

  “I’m taking a big risk to save you.” Dracula flattened his backcombed hair melancholically.

  “Uncle Dracula, I knew you’re the nicest!” Camilla hugged Dracula happily.

  Dracula looked at Camilla and thought that the little one who liked to crawl up his leg had already grown into a young woman before he noticed. He didn’t manage to stand in front of her to protect her the first time, so he wouldn’t let himself regret it for the second time again.

  “Let’s go. I’ll bring you to a place,” Dracula said relaxedly.

  “Are you coming with me?” Camilla asked with confusion.

  “I am now the vampire chosen by the Ancestor Bloodline, even your father cannot do anything to me.” Dracula shook his head and lifted his lips to show a pair of razor-sharp fangs as he smilingly murmured, “Do you remember how the Ancestor Bloodline is passed on?”


  “It’s passed on with blood.” Camilla nodded, and her eyes suddenly lit up. “You’re saying……”


  “Let’s go. I think that old thing from the Bartoli Family will be very shocked to see us.” Dracula waved gently, and the screen that had been dissolved earlier went back to normal. Meanwhile, he grabbed onto Camilla’s arm, turned into a black fog, and disappeared too.

  Soon, a bat patrolled around the tower once. After making sure the barrier was alright, it disappeared again.

  On another island, there was another castle built on a cliff. There were weather-beaten marks on it, and bats frequently flew over it.

  “Remember, Noak. Don’t lose your senses over Camilla, that b*tch. She must have something to do with your older brother’s death back then. She’s merely a stepping stone for you to become the Sovereign of Vampires,” an elderly vampire sitting on a throne in the castle’s hall coldly said to the young vampire with blond hair and blue eyes standing in the center of the hall.

  “Yes. I remember,” Noxis replied respectfully as he lowered his head, but he couldn’t suppress the excited gleam in his eyes. That woman that he had been pining for for years was going to finally become his. He already couldn’t control his excitement when he simply thought about it.

  “You may leave. Prepare well for the wedding. Maynard doesn’t have a son, and the future of the vampire tribe belongs to you.” Giles lifted his hand.

  Noak bowed respectfully before retreating out of the hall.

  Giles was left alone in the spacious hall. Blood-red light cast an eerie glow onto the hall where he was sitting on the throne of bones. Time had left deep wrinkles on his face, and even the freshest blood couldn’t fill up these ravines.

  Being a vampire ancestor, Giles had already lived for over 1300 years. It was a very long time, and nobody in the vampire tribe had lived longer than him. Even the great elder was 300 years younger than him.

  Giles caressed that red bat on his right middle finger gently. The wrinkled skin deformed its shape a little, and the originally bright red color became dark red.

  He could still remember this bat’s bloodthirsty look when his grandfather passed the Ancestor Bloodline to him. It had already been 1000 years.

  “This bloodline shall be passed to Noak after he gets married……” Giles mumbled to himself, and a smile flashed across his expressionless face.

  “I’m sorry. I’m afraid your wish is not going to come true.” A voice resounded in the hall as a black fog converged in the center of the hall. Dracula appeared in the center of the hall with Camilla, and gave Giles the middle finger with a smile.

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  “The Ancestor Bloodline has chosen me.”


  Giles looked at Dracula’s protruding middle finger. That blood-red bat reminded him of himself when he had just received the Ancestor Bloodline’s recognition then.

  “What a surprise. The Ancestor Bloodline has chosen your family again.” Giles smiled and revealed a pair of fangs that were as sharp as ever. His expression didn’t change a single bit because of Dracula’s and Camilla’s arrival.

  “I came to reject this marriage for Camilla, and I will be taking what belongs to me as well.” Dracula retrieved his middle finger and smiled at Giles with manners.

  “You mean a little guy who eats grass like you?” Giles raised his right hand, and the blood-red light of the hall’s wall lamps brightened instantaneously. The temperature in the great hall decreased suddenly, and ice began to form on the floor and the roof. “Noak and Camilla’s wedding will go on as planned, and you’re not going to leave with what you covet, either.”