"Lord Crowley!!!"
Aka and the others had just arrived when two uninvited figures rushed forward: both were won—one had short blue-violet hair, the other golden wavy locks. Their eyes were blood-red, revealing sharp fangs. Clearly not human.
[Na]: Chess Belle
[Level]: 20
[Ability]: "Vampire Progenitor"
…
[Na]: Horn Skuld
[Level]: 20
[Ability]: "Vampire Progenitor"
Not just vampires, but vampire progenitors. If Rei Ao recalled correctly, they were both "17th Progenitors," subordinates of Crowley—Chess and Horn—vampires turned by Crowley, who passionately loved and idolized him, the typical lackey roles infatuated with him.
"It was you who killed Lord Crowley! I'll kill you!!!"
Both won, faces twisted with rage, charged at Rei Ao.
"Tch."
Esdeath moved to strike them down.
"Don't."
But Rei Ao stopped her. He simply stood in place, watching them accelerate with their inhuman speed.
Smack!
At the sound of a single snap of Rei Ao's fingers, snap—the won froze in midair, only a short distance away.
"They're vampires," Shinoa warned, guessing Rei Ao's intentions.
"I know," he replied serenely. He certainly had no interest in those "things" once soone else had used them.
"Kuro, kill them," he commanded.
"!!!"
Kuro's eyes glead, imdiately understanding Rei Ao's purpose. She produced her Teigu, March of the Dead: Yatsufusa.
Without hesitation, shing!!!
Yatsufusa skewered each woman through the heart.
A mont later, Rei Ao canceled his Ti & Causality Interference. Thump—the two vampires, coughing blood, collapsed heavily onto the ground. Their eyes dimd, filled with confusion and unwillingness, and they died in resentnt soon after.
"Rise." Kuro's voice was cold.
"… …"
Their corpses slowly stood, walking blankly to stand before Kuro. She looked delighted. "Rei Ao-nii, I really like these two puppets."
Indeed, these new corpses were stronger than any other "puppet" she'd possessed. So she tossed out so older, weaker corpses.
"As long as you like them."
To Rei Ao, they were only Level 20—trash by his standards—but they'd still be a not-insignificant help as Kuro's puppets.
Aka walked up. "Rei Ao, what do we do?"
"Now, go rid the entire school of any more vampires," he instructed. He had brought them for that reason: ex-professional killers who could handle the cleanup swiftly.
"Esdeath, just play around for now. Later, I'll take you sowhere more entertaining."
At her current Level 36, ordinary vampires couldn't survive even a second. Esdeath's eyes shone. "Oh? I look forward to it." She and the others parted ways, dispersing through the school in different directions.
"I can still fight," Shinoa insisted, raising Shikama Dōji. But Rei Ao had other ideas for her.
"Let's go watch a show," he suggested, glancing with interest in a certain direction.
…
Elsewhere on campus…
"Ferid, you damn bastard!!!"
A black-haired boy covered in blood—Yūichirō Hyakuya—roared in fury, his face twisted. Both eyes glowed red, like a vampire's, though in his case it was only because of his boiling rage.
He was glaring at a man standing before him, hatred blazing:
"Ferid Bathory!!!"
Yūichirō's limbs had been impaled by iron bars, anchoring him to the ground so he couldn't move. All he could do was glare, blood leaking from his lips as he growled with ferocious hatred. He would never forget this vile, scheming, despicable vampire, the one who had deceived him and his "family"—the one who slaughtered them all before his eyes—and the last who forced Mikaela to sacrifice himself: Ferid Bathory.
"Aha, Yuu-kun—never expected you to be this enticing when we t again~" drawled the man with a disturbingly smooth, feminine-sounding voice, despite being male. He had silver hair, a refined suit, pale skin, and red eyes—a quintessential "noble vampire."
"Ferid!!!"
Yūichirō's voice was hoarse with hatred, pinned by tal rods. "I'll kill you… I swear!"
"Hah, Yuu-kun's mories of are quite heartwarming." Ferid stepped closer, raising Yūichirō's chin with a white-gloved hand, ogling him with a sinister enjoynt. It was as if Yuu's agony and hatred amused him. But even that bored him eventually. With a nasty smile, Ferid narrowed his eyes:
"Yuu-kun, do you know how Mikaela's doing these days?"
"What?!" Yūichirō stiffened at the familiar na, eyes wild. "Mika… He's alive?"
He'd believed Mikaela to be dead, so the hope sparked in him for a mont. But Ferid's grin deepened.
"Ah, that kid beca quite the prized blood bag for the nobles."
"!!!"
For an instant, Yuu felt relief—Mikaela still lived—only for it to be consud by crushing rage.
"Damn you vampires! I'll kill every last one of you!!!"
Ferid giggled. "Heheh, Yuu-kun, your anger's still not quite tasty enough." Then he leaned in conspiratorially. "By the way, I was lying just now. Mikaela died the sa day you fled—drained bone-dry by a pack of vampires."
"Wh…what…"
In a heartbeat, Yūichirō's heart seed to stop; his eyes glazed. Ferid went on:
"Ah yes, poor Mika-chan was pinned down, blood guzzled by half a dozen vamps… those pale lips of his kept calling your na, right until the end. Tsk, tsk, your bond was rather enviable."
Far from calming him, Ferid's reminiscing only fueled Yūichirō's transformation. The revelation Mikaela was dead covered him like a permanent dark haze— grief, fury, hatred, loathing, all assaulted his brain.
"Kill!!!"
He had only one thought left: to kill the bastard before him. His eyes darkened with blackish substance creeping in; sothing in his back seed ready to burst out.
"Huh?" Ferid sensed a shift. The air around them took on a strange, salty tang—sothing like…salt.
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