Chapter 10: Two Connected

Recently, I’ve started to have headaches.

Sudden fevers, mild symptoms like coughing.

My schedule was quite grueling, even for a sick person.

Basically, deciphering magic formulas every day, researching my illness, digging up knowledge from the original work, and finding ways to counter it.

Just these things alone would have made me lose all my sleep, but if you add to that Yuria’s education and the tasks I had to order Harzen to do, I was bound to suffer from severe sleep deprivation.

‘Mana breathing… and respiration through mana.’

The ability to handle both natural mana and the mana within the body is particularly dependent on talent, so it is the magic that Yuria should learn the fastest.

However, the only people in this mansion who can teach it are the Knight Commander and me.

If it was revealed that a secret technique that even the Knight Commander barely knew was leaked from somewhere else, it was clear that it would cause problems in many ways.

In other words, we had to train secretly.

‘But it’s quiet tonight. Is it because it’s almost time for Yuria to come?’

The quiet waiting time to see Yuria every day was my only joy.

But.

Today, that reward seemed to be out of reach with the voice that came from the front.

– “Kyaaaak!!!!”

It was a woman’s scream.

It came right from my door.

“Ugh…!”

Despite my difficult movements, I leave the room with a bad feeling.

If I tried to move my body in a hurry, my body wouldn’t move, and the problem was that I had jumped into the carriage to save Yuria, and these days, this symptom had gotten worse.

My left lower body, including my calves and thighs, is numb.

My staggering legs and ankles shook precariously, and even though it was only a few steps, I walked alone and felt dizzy enough to blur my vision.

It wouldn’t be strange if I collapsed at any moment, but I regained my composure with a superhuman self-hypnosis that I had to hold on for now.

-Creak.

“Y, Young Master Ian…!”

The woman, who had fallen backwards on the floor, looked up at me with a look that seemed to say she had come back to life, like a hero appearing in a novel.

She was, as far as I knew, the daughter of the Knight Commander, Angelina, who had temporarily come in as my personal maid.

Her long blonde hair was disheveled, and she barely got up from the floor and pointed to the side that was hidden by the door, shouting.

“P, please save me… a, a vampire is inside the mansion…!”

A bleeding maid and a desperate voice.

A broken plate and Yuria murmuring.

Just by looking at this scene, I could roughly guess what the situation was.

I turned my gaze to Yuria and said.

“…That’s not a vampire.”

At my declaration, even the butler, who had been hiding nearby, came out and protested. Was it normal for commoners to act like this?

“N, not a vampire…! It has all the symptoms. Red eyes and claws… and above all, th, the teeth!!!”

“That’s right! Young Master Ian, l, look at those eyes!!! They are the eyes of a devil.”

“Yes, the butler is right. Quickly, from the Knights-“

Swish. I raise my hand. It was a gesture to stop.

If it’s a vampire, they should run away, why are they arguing with me here? And I remember that these guys were badmouthing me earlier.

They ignored my incurable disease, but they’re scared now that a vampire has appeared.

I thought that at least these two in front of me were clearly the most stupid and useless people in this mansion.

Despite my warning, they were desperate.

“Young Master Ian…!!”

“Please save me…”

“…Stop.”

It was a cold voice.

The slightly narrowed eyes revealed a weary gaze.

The hallway fell silent, as if cold water had been poured on it.

The maid who was babbling.

The butler who was crawling on the floor, begging for his life.

Even Yuria, who was resisting the vampiric transformation and watching the situation, understood that only Ian could speak here.

A.k.a. Mana.

It was an absolute difference in hierarchy.

They couldn’t even look up at me.

•The inherited golden eyes slowly roll.

The maid, who had been holding onto my collar in front of me, showed intermittent tremors, unconsciously forgot to even breathe, and dropped my clothes from her hand.

With no tremor at all, I look at Yuria, who is covering one eye outside the door.

Vampiric transformation usually occurs when the host is in a frenzy.

If they don’t drink blood, they are forced into a state of craving blood, which is also called vampiric transformation.

But at the same time, this causes tremendous pain, as it shortens the host’s lifespan.

She had to endure it alone, struggling with pain that no one could understand.

If others saw Yuria, who looked like a girl who couldn’t stand still and was trembling alone, they would make a fuss and say they would cut off her head right away.

But Ian was different from the others.

The only one in this world who understood. I haven’t experienced that pain, but I know.

That’s why I could choose to protect her.

It was like looking at my old self.

And it was also to not miss the golden opportunity to bring the final boss to my side.

“…I heard when I rescued Yuria from the s*ave market. They say she is afraid of blood. Those claws, those red eyes, they are all part of Yuria’s mana. Her mana is red, so sometimes such phenomena occur when her emotions are heightened. And she tore up the wallpaper there because she was a combat maid.”

The only inherited charisma, combined with a weary voice that seemed like it would break, was enough to convince them, who were under tension due to the mana.

As if to prove my words, I grabbed Yuria’s hand.

It was cold. Very cold.

The body of the woman I grabbed was pulled in helplessly with a weak force.

And then, half-forced, she was dragged into Ian’s office. The two who were staring blankly at them couldn’t even muster the courage to argue.

With the door closed nervously behind them.

Yuria explained in a particularly watery voice.

“Ma, Master, this appearance… please… I, I’m sorry…”

As soon as she entered the room, her stammering showed that she was quite at the end of her rope.

Her desire not to disappoint Ian, her anxiety that she had shown others that she was a vampire, and the past wounds that kept coming back were quickly breaking her down.

Yuria’s mentality, like a sandcastle collapsing in the rain, was being ground down.

Then, what awakened her was none other than Ian’s voice.

“Breathe. Yuria, breathe. Slowly, that’s right.”

It was a warm touch.

One that she had never received before.

No, there was one. When her mother was still alive.

She thought she had forgotten.

She thought this person would abandon her too.

Why.

Why is he saving me, even though he knows what I am…?

Yuria silently pondered this question.

She hates it.

She hated this feeling of bugs crawling in her heart.

She didn’t want to show this side of herself in front of Ian.

In the least desirable way, in front of the least desirable person. She showed it.

Her lips kept opening and closing. She wasn’t hesitating, she was confused.

“I, Ian… I’m s, sorry.”

It was a voice that was even more watery than before.

It was a voice that wouldn’t be strange if she burst into tears at any moment.

It was a more desperate and sad voice than theirs.

The voice that was immediately conveyed to my ears, I gently embraced her waist.

Now that her anxiety had filled her heart, now that she was trembling with helplessness and insecurity.

Surprised, the look in her eyes as she looked up at me was only pitiful and sad.

She resists faintly, but her breath is filled with affection.

There are only two of them here.

No matter how much they babble outside, it will take time for those who believe to listen, and they were probably busy catching their breath with the mana that had suppressed them.

In short.

There are only the two of us left.

Yuria’s life and death were in my hands.

If I let go of her hand here, it is she who will die.

But such a thought did not occur to them as their eyes met.

“Ma, Master.”

The first to speak was Yuria.

And then.

As if running away from me, she grabbed the doorknob.

She was afraid.

She was scared.

That she would ruin the relationship again.

Because of her.

She was so afraid that her parents would be harmed, just like her parents, that it made her run away.

But Ian, who wouldn’t let that happen, forcibly pulled her hand away.

She widened her eyes, not imagining that she would be overpowered by force.

Pink lips with no other traces, proving that it was her first time.

Moist skin.

“Ah, ah. Master, don’t-“

Lips that had never been touched before met with something special. A man’s lips enter for the first time.

A place where her soft and beautiful scent could be felt was trapped.

“Ah, don’t- hmpf. Ian…!”

It was sweet.

It was also soft, unlike before.

Yuria, who couldn’t hide her embarrassment, kept tapping my chest.

A kiss that barely put the tongue in, just to check affection.

But her tightly closed shield was inadvertently opened by a tongue that gently knocked, as if to soothe her.

“Ian, Master, someone will see, stop~! Hmmph, ugh.”

I blocked Yuria’s voice, who was momentarily startled by looking at the door, by holding both of her hands and pushing her against the wall.

It was quite a strong push against the wall, but it was no problem for Yuria, who was a vampire.

With her small, fair hands, compared to her strength, pinned against the wall, I began to indulge in her lips, showing no signs of stopping.

“Hmmph- I, Ian…!”

A pitiful face with tears welling up in her eyes.

It was definitely not a feeling of dislike.

It was just a small act of responding to the touch that was healing her.

“You are my possession.”

Only I hold her life in my hands.

It was I who saved her from being trapped in the iron bars and suffering.

It is also I who will prevent her from walking the thorny path of the final boss and dying at the end.

She may not know all of this, but she must have realized some of it, so she couldn’t refuse my feelings.

But rather.

Her feelings dared not allow it.

Saying that she had no right to be happy.

It’s sad to see her hand, which is resisting the act of betraying the master she serves, crumble.

“Hmm, hmmph…?!”

Yuria’s sweet scent wafts from close by.

It was a really sweet pheromone of that age that I felt when I came to this world.

A sweet and sour fruit-like saliva in the throat. A well-ripened fruit, like flesh, tempts in front of my eyes.

“Yuria.”

“Don’t… please, Master…”

“Yuria, Yuria, Yuria.”

They were both half out of their minds.

They embraced each other, and Yuria couldn’t refuse.

“Haap. Hah, sob…”

Yuria also needed. A companion.

And she too was waiting for someone to heal her own festering feelings.

The moment I felt Yuria’s hand, which had been hitting my back, finally embrace me.

“Yuria.”

“Hah, chomp… yes?”

The lips parted, and Yuria, who was panting heavily, looked up at me with a trembling body.

A voice full of anticipation, a dry mouth.

“You need blood, don’t you?”

Before she could even answer, he took off his shirt.

Gulp, the sound of Yuria swallowing dry saliva proved that what I had intended was accurate.

Clatter.

The joy that began with a small noise.

As if they were acting like lovers.

Embracing each other, she buried her fangs into the body of Ian, who was taller than her.

“Haa, sob…!”

Her arms flail.

As if to covet him, she strongly embraces his back.

Chomp, chomp, sucking, Yuria, with a face soaked in ecstasy that she had never felt before, suddenly looked at Ian’s eyes and blushed again.

-Gulp. Gulp.

Every time she swallowed the blood into her throat, Yuria’s hand, which was holding Ian’s back, became stronger. Her sharp claws scratched his back, and blood flowed. It was bleeding enough to be quite painful, but he didn’t make a sound and just let her enjoy her savoring.

As she burrowed into Ian’s arms, he secretly enjoyed the feeling of her breasts pressing against him, and his eyes widened at that moment.

[system message]

[????? It’s an unbelievable achievement!!]

[Hidden Quest – Achieve being the final boss’s first man.]

-(Difficulty: SS+ Rank)

Clear.

{Reward: Status Window, Basic Points.}

What suddenly appeared before my eyes was the reward window.

It was something that had never happened before.

Behind the status window, Yuria pointed to her lips with her finger.

Red blood dripped from between her pink lips, and she smiled bewitchingly.

A red-haired, red-eyed maid… this was a new taste in its own way.

That day, I felt the need to worry the role of Yuria as a s*x s*ave.