TM: Vengeance of the Indomitable and Crazed Shades

"Since I was little, I only knew my sister...'

"...!" 'Success...' Hearing Antanasia's words, Temorsth expression changed to inquiry.

"... our parents abandoned us in early childhood, so we had to fend for ourselves... uhm...?" Seeing Tem's attentive look, she paused for a moment.

"Mhm... We spent our days, stealing whatever came our way, and so... we weren't liked by the people and were beaten by everyone wherever we went." As she clears her throat she continued.

"..." 'They were alone...' There were thoughts of sympathy, but the sympathy came from his memories.

"To protect myself and her, I started training... from something, you can call it coincidence, luck, or whatever we encountered a blade master, and since we had some talent, I became a samurai and Sis became an assassin under his tutelage..."

"..." 'So she really is a samurai... it was apparent, but now I'm sure...'

"After some time, we were attacked by a vampire, and after a battle to the death, our master died and my sister and I were turned into the vampire's spawn."

"Then Ann, you were...?" His question was purely reflexive he already knew the answer.

"Yes, I was originally a human... My lord, you might look down..."

"Don't even joke with it, what does it matter if you aren't a born vampire?" Hearing her words he hastily interrupted not letting her misunderstand his question.

"I... I don't have pure blood..." As her voice lowered, she lowered her head too.

"And? Neither do I..." He did not understand her reaction.

"No, it's different..."

"Huh?"

"My lord, for you it is still possible to become a pure-blooded vampire... but I... I have almost no chance..."

"..." 'What does she mean by this?'

[The Ranks between different bloodlines, the Rarity, and the importance it has in the race, the batter you have the more strength you got from racial traits, and to say you can be looked down on if you have a low-level bloodline.]

"Hm..." Hearing Aidana's explanation, he understood her problem.

"All this happened because of my powerlessness... I'm a true... disappointment..." She was speaking of one thing but Tem felt it...

"Is this... enough now?" Her voice was neither sad nor angry, but rather it cracked, she wanted to finish this conversation, she regrated that she even started it.

"..." Looking into her eyes, Tem felt a slight tremor from their connection.

'Fear... sadness...?' It was complicated so he couldn't fully grasp it.

There were so many emotions transmitted that his brain felt heavy, but Temorsth noticed it in that chaos of emotions, he felt that she was blaming herself for everything that happened to the, and so...

"You..." He had a rather rough and angry voice as he called out.

"I'm sorry..." 'I'm even disappointing a kid now... how much more...' Her thoughts were cut off by Temorsth's words continuing.

"Do you think, I care... Do you actually think I care about something like that?"

"Uh...?" At first, she thought he would get angry at her, but now she questioned what his words meant again.

"You were brought here by my father, who is the current king of vampires, as a gift... Do you think someone of that caliber would bring a gift that he thinks is useless?"

"I..." She was referred to as a gift but the words didn't bother her, no, on the other hand, she felt something, a strange feeling awoke in her from the intense words of Temorsth.

"He, himself said that you are strong, what... don't you remember it?"

'She is pretty strong...' "..." Antansia could not speak as the words of Xalier resurfaced in her mind.

"So don't you dare call yourself weak again, I will not allow you to say that my father is wrong! If you have a problem with his thinking then go to him and tell it to his face!"

"Uh...?" She was confused for a second but then, 'This little bastard... I can't call myself weak just because I would disrespect his father's words... this arrogant crazy little fucker...' her mind calmed down.

'Good...' Seeing the expression on her face and feeling the useless emotions of anguish disappear, Temorsth smiled like someone who had done his job well, like everything ended just as he planned.

...

"And then, how did you end up here?" After the room calmed down a little, Temorsth asked Antanasia to finish her story.

"Mhm... After being the vampire's slave and killing machine for a few hundred years, he was killed by hunters and we became free, and after we could find no job in our homeland, we came to the biggest vampire city as mercenaries."

"After a while, we started working with the Dalca family, one of the 11 main families, like your Lear family..."

'Eleven main families...?' Hearing something he didn't know Temorsth reacted and made a mental note.

"...And now I'm here as your servant after I accepted a job where I met one of the most powerful vampires, I've ever seen, your father..." Her words didn't sound as heavy as before, they had a rather light feel to them like she had no grudges against Xalier, who beat her until her body split in two.

"This is it... Now you know who I am... Did it change anything?"

"Yes."

*HAH...* "And what exactly?" With a short giggle, she sounded intrigued like she really was interested in his answer.

"Now I like you."

"...!?" Hearing his light words that sounded like some kind of confession, she was shocked.

"Uh...?" Seeing Temorsth get up and walk before her, Antanasia's eyes widened.

As he cupped her right cheek, "You're mine now, and never forget, I won't let anyone hurt or take what's mine!" Her skin was a bit cold, but because of his father, he has already gotten used to it.

"...!?" Antanasia's eyes broadened even more and a slight glow appeared in them.

"...and don't be afraid for your sister, my father will bring her to safety tomorrow."

"Ugh...!" Hearing this, she recovered and turned her face away from his hand.

"That's one of the things I'm afraid of. Hm... do you know what your father's second most famous Title is?"

"I don't, tell me..." Noting her emotional response through the chain, Temorsth answered and lowered his arm.

...

As the conversation progressed, "What... Merciless Executioner!? I don't think my father is that dark of a murderer..." Hearing his father's title Temorsth was surprised and skeptical.

"Oh, no-no, don't get me wrong, it's according to sin and broken law, so it's not always death..." Not wanting him to think she was badmouthing his father, Antanasia cleared the misunderstanding up real fast.

"Ah! Alright, that makes more sense."

A second later she continued, "If anyone voluntarily breaks the law, it doesn't matter if it's an Elder of the race, a mother, or a child, they all receive the same treatment from him, no one escapes."

"Yes-yes, to say many love him because he is not afraid to behead clan Elders, but many fear him because of that too. His executions of the law earned him the title of the Merciless Executioner."

"Um, can you tell me more? Not just about my father, the word and all, I haven't heard much from my parents."

"Uh... Alright, I don't have anything else to do anyway..." She felt strange from the words, why would his parents not teach him things about the world?

"Great!" With it the conversation continued, they touched on many topics, magic, locations she visited... But then a thought surfaced in her mind when they talked about what Temorsth learned.

"But don't worry, my dad said I can use blood magic if I force it to activate, and after a few successful activations it will be permanently functional."

"Um... then you just need some time because of the opposition of nature and blood magic, right? " Tem was nodding his head to confirm her words.

And then when she finished, she asked the question that she realized a moment ago. "If... if I remember correctly, you used a spare for training, right?"

"Yes."

"But... why?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, your father is a swordsman and a very good fire and blood mage, and your mother is an Elementalist mage with almost all elemental magic... Nighter of them uses a spear, why are you using one?"

"Oh, I seem to be talented with spears."

"Then what's your proficiency level with spears?" Antanasia asked that, as proficiency level measures how high your talent is by how fast it develops.

"Ah, wait a minute... um, it is Beginner level now." Since he didn't know, he had to look at the system.

"Oh, that's pretty good for your age. How long have you been training with spears?"

"Hm... maybe a day...?"

"What?!"

"I held my spear for the first time about a day ago."

"What?!"

"First I tried using a short spear and mastered Javelin Mastery, then a normal spear and mastered Spear Mastery."

"Wait!" At this time, her brain realized something really important. "What did you say again?"

"Hmh... Ah, that I've mastered the spear and javelin Mastery?"

"You mean mastered as in 'Mastered'?"

"Yes, when I got them, I got them at the Immortal Rank because I immediately mastered them at the Mortal Rank."

"No, no, you're lying!"

"Why would I do that?"

"You said you were beginner-level!"

"AH yes, it went up when I trained with mom."

"Two levels?"

"Yes... Is there a problem?"

"No, it can't be... if you're so talented then... a demigod or Exarch would have shown up to check you out."

"No wait... The thing I was looking for... they said it fell from the sky, it can't be..." At this moment, she looked at Temorsth.

"My spear fell from the sky if you mean it like that... I got it from a Great God or something."

"..." First surprise, then a second later sadness appeared.

"What is it?" Seeing her expression he was curious about what she was thinking.

"Life is cruel..." Antanasia's voice was weak.

"Uh... And why is...?"

"Someone so talented is destined to die..."

"How do you know?"

"There are more than a thousand cracks on your body."

"Um, I don't see one." He raised his hands and looked at them.

"They are not on the surface, but in your spiritual or energy body..."

"Oh... there is a spiritual body... Hmh, there are still so many things to learn."

"Why..."

"Huh?"

"Why are you so nonchalant about it? Don't you care for your life?"

"Um, I do, but I don't really care about these crack things."

"Why?"

"If I get strong, they will go away, right?"

"Some... yes..."

"Then I just have to get much stronger."

"This..." Anastasia's expression changed, 'Is he crazy...?'

"Huh... What is it...?" Temorsth noticed her strange gaze, which was trying to decipher his mind.

"Nothing..." Antanasia's problem was not with the method, but with his attitude, no sane person would think that way about their life.