The First Vampire

Click, click, click…

The sound of crystal shoes tapping towards Colin was strangely rhythmic and tugged at his heart, causing him to turn around and see who was making the noise.

It was Queen Midela, approaching him with a charming smile.

“Viscount Angler, may I have the honor of dancing with you?”

Colin felt a sudden sense of alarm upon hearing the beautiful queen’s invitation.

This woman must be up to something!

“It would be my pleasure to dance with you, but I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I just invited Queen Isa…”

However, Queen Midela didn’t seem like she was going to let Colin off the hook that easily. She turned to Queen Isa and asked with a smile:

“Your Majesty, may I borrow Viscount Angler for a moment?”

“Of course,” Queen Isa had no choice but to respond with a smile, giving Colin a look that said he was on his own.

Colin was speechless. He could only offer his hand to Queen Midela, and they walked into the dance floor of the grand hall.

Harmonious harp music accompanied by vivacious wind flute, collectively composing a piece of elegant and enchanting music.

Colin stood still at the center of the dance floor, staring into Queen Midela’s eyes. His right hand resting on her smooth back, he pulled her into his arms.

Queen Midela’s beautiful face was adorned with a charming smile. She narrowed her eyes slightly and let Colin guide her through each dance step.

Amid the music, Colin and Queen Midela exhibited astonishing chemistry, like long-time dance partners, taking the beauty of the court dance to its pinnacle, much to the delight of the onlookers.

Under the admiring gazes of everyone, Queen Midela whispered, “Viscount Angler, thank you for your guidance to Harrison.”

“You’re too polite, Your Majesty. It’s my duty,” answered Colin confidently.

The Colin now was not the powerless and easily influenced son of a baron he once was. With the forces he now commanded, he didn’t have to genuflect or be fearful, even in the face of the Empress.

Besides, the Queen started this matter. Colin must issue a warning and retaliate; otherwise, she would indeed attempt to meddle with the Half-Elf Kingdom, which Colin considered off-limits.

Hearing Colin’s answer, Queen Midela not only did not get angry but showed a perfect smile.

At this moment, the tempting charm radiating from the Queen captivated the young nobles in the hall, astonished and yearning to replace Viscount Angler and dance with Her Majesty.

Nevertheless, Queen Midela found that even though Colin’s face was beaming with smiles, his eyes remained clear. She could even detect a hidden wariness and apprehension.

“Viscount, I am not your enemy,” Queen Midela said once again, “If anything I’ve done in the past left you under any misconceptions, I hope this dance can convey my apologies.”

“Your Majesty is too serious. I only have respect for you, there’s no misunderstanding,” Colin responded casually, muttering to himself—

Do I look easy to fool?

Queen Midela arched her chest, pressing her entire upper body against Colin.

Their distance had already exceeded the normal limit for a social dance.

Colin stiffened up, almost missing a step. Then he heard Queen Midela whisper in his ear as if she were his lover:

“Viscount Angler, I’m serious. Your guidance to Harrison is very much to my liking.

Frankly, that has been the destiny of the St. Lorenzo family for a thousand years. Even if you hadn’t taught him, I would have done it sooner or later.

So my gratitude is sincere.

Furthermore, if what you said to Harrison came from your heart, we’re natural allies!”

Colin couldn’t help but turn his head slightly to look at Queen Midela, who was now in his arms.

Her dazzling eyes seemed to possess a mesmerizing power that almost drowned Colin in them.

“Your Majesty, I’m a little confused about what you’re trying to say.”

Seeing Colin still playing dumb, Queen Midela started to giggle.

“Colin…” Queen Midela breathed into his ear affectionately, the way she called his name became even more intimate, “Actually, the power of this alliance is far beyond your imagination.

Think about it, and when you figure it out, you can come find me.”

Colin blinked, continuing to play dumb.

He mumbled to himself again—

Do I look that easy to fool? Do you think a few simple words can make me risk my life for you?

Seeing that Colin did not respond to her, Queen Midela was not disheartened and laughed again, “Out of gratitude, I’ll give you a little secret.”

“Please proceed.” Colin finally spoke, curious to see what other tricks this Queen could pull.

“The sword that my brother bestowed upon you, do you know its origin?”

“Blade of Judgement?” Colin’s heart moved, and he nodded, “Yes, I have some understanding. It was said that it was originally the sword of Duke St. Sean.”

“Then you know what happened to the St. Sean family?”

“Yes, I heard they are already extinct.”

The smile on Queen Midela’s face suddenly became inscrutable: “A Holy Knight family cannot be easily wiped out just like that.”

“Oh?” Colin raised an eyebrow, not too surprised, “Then do you know their whereabouts now?”

Queen Midela stopped answering.

Seeing this, Colin did not press further.

He wasn’t particularly interested in this family. If it wasn’t for the bestowal of the Blade of Judgement, Colin wouldn’t have had any dealings with them.

After a moment of silence, Queen Midela suddenly turned her head towards Queen Isa and laughed: “Somebody is courting your little lover.”

Colin looked over to see Queen Isa talking with a young man.

That young man was none other than Lawrence Uman, who visited Colin only yesterday.

Colin smiled slightly and denied, “Your Highness, I think you misunderstood something. How could Her Majesty the Queen be my lover?”

Queen Midela gave a coquettish smile, obviously not believing Colin’s denial. However, she did not continue this topic, but turned to say: “Don’t you find the people of the Uman Clan rather annoying?”

“Your Highness, my sister is married into the Uman Clan.” Colin was not about to confess his dislike for the Uman Clan.

“Is that so? Sorry, but I just don’t like them, especially those red eyes.” Queen Midela mentioned casually, “Much like the St. Sean family, they give people the creeps.”

Colin jumped in surprise in his heart, “The St. Sean Family also had red pupils?”

“Yes,” Queen Midela’s smile became even more enigmatic.

As if struck by lightning, Colin’s face was frozen.

The lethargic voice of Queen Midela came again: “Do you know how Count Uman’s wife from the Sudor family died?”

“How did she die?”

But Queen Midela stopped talking.

Colin understood that she was on purpose keeping him on tenterhooks, probably hoping he would join her so-called “alliance”.

Of course, he wouldn’t fall for it.

However, the information shared by the queen was enough to set his mind racing.

One name after another uncontrollably popped up in his mind.

The St. Sean Family, the Savoy family, the Uman Clan, the Sudor family…

Count Uman, Lady Penny, Lawrence, Lady Sudor, Walra…

Colin felt as if he saw a clue, connecting all the doubts before.

Engrossed in his thoughts, everything around him seemed to fade away.

Unconsciously, the harp played its last note.

The dance ended, Colin stopped his steps like a puppet.

But then, he felt a pain in his foot.

Looking down, he saw Queen Midela ruthlessly stepping on his foot, even grinding down a bit, and scolded,

“You dare to lose focus while dancing with me, Viscount Angler, you are very rude!”

Colin grimaced in pain, quickly apologized to the Queen and then escorted her to the edge of the dance floor.

After that, he put on a smiling face and greeted Lawrence, who was beside Queen Isa:

“Viscount Lawrence, we meet again!”

(End of Volume 2)