Reincarnated as the Vampire Princess' Familiar
Chapter 35 - 34 - The stuffed menace

Chapter 35: 34 - The stuffed menace

Oh... she even went as far as to proclaim herself queen? This girl’s delusions of grandeur truly have no limits. But still... how the hell did she even manage to do something like this?! I’ve never seen Ayra, Daphne, Sasha, or any other vampire animate objects... Could it be that Levreshka also possesses an Innatus?

I ask her—just a moment before she gives the attack order to her monstrous cloth creation—and she responds: «Innatus? I certainly haven’t been blessed by fortune like your mistress! This is nothing more than the special ability of my weapon—the Whip of Domination. Just like yours, the sword you inherited from Ayra by absorbing her Sanguis energy during the BindingRitual can inflict fatal wounds with just a scratch, mine can summon a host of loyal followers. Truly incredible, don’t you think?»

The magical power of vampires never ceases to amaze me... but more importantly, why the hell did she name her weapon? She looks like a stereotypical villain straight out of a mediocre shounen anime.

«Gorilionbear... attack them!» Levreshka orders, cracking the whip hard against the back of the grotesque hybrid.

«BloodWord: Telum!» With speed and reflexes that sharpen day by day, I materialize my blood-colored sword.

Immediately, Vis energy flares up from my body and Gerard’s—mine is far more controlled than before, but his, surprisingly, seems even slightly more stable than mine. That big guy has really made progress!

Gorilionbear lunges at us with an imposing leap, its massive ape-like arms raised high, ready to crash down on us, roaring with a force that could terrify even the fiercest lion.

With a swift sidestep—me in one direction, Gerard in the other—we narrowly evade the powerful strike. Its fists smash into the ground, carving out a small crater as if a meteorite had just landed.

An attack like that would have definitely knocked us out and inflicted serious damage—especially considering we’re not even fighting within the usual barrier that nullifies injuries beyond a certain danger threshold at the end of a match. I really hope that brat took precautions... I have no intention of becoming crippled or—worse—dying from some stupid training session I didn’t even want to join!

Luckily, though, the sheer power of the monstrous puppet seems to be counterbalanced by significant sluggishness—or at least, that’s the impression I got. But I fear it’s hiding some kind of secret weapon.

Gorilionbear’s fierce and menacing gaze shifts rapidly between me and Gerard before it immediately charges at him—it must have identified him as the easier prey, a typical predatory instinct.

This time, though still rather slow and predictable, its movements are noticeably more agile and coordinated. It unleashes a flurry of punches—initially, Gerard manages to block them with relative ease, but the following ones land cleanly.

Struck first in the stomach and then in the face, Gerard is sent crashing to the ground with brutal force. His attempts to counterattack prove futile—despite landing a punch on the enormous puppet, his fist merely sinks into its body like hitting a pillow, dealing no damage at all.

I highly doubt that this creature, which looks straight out of a splatter horror film, can feel pain—let alone exhaustion. After all, it’s nothing more than a magically animated puppet; it doesn’t even have nerve endings. Because of that, its durability should be that of a regular plush toy. I’m certain that one strike from my sword will be more than enough to tear it apart!

I dash towards Gorilionbear—Vis energy surging into my legs, launching me forward at breakneck speed, skimming the ground like an air-to-ground missile, my sword raised, ready to cleave into my opponent’s back.

With an unexpected motion, the creature twists its torso a full turn, intercepting my attack with a sudden elbow strike straight to my face.

A searing pain explodes across my skull, the metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth. Before I even realize it, I’m on my back, disarmed—my sword flung from my grasp due to the sheer force of the impact.

But how... How the hell did that abomination react so quickly...? And more importantly, how did it counter my surprise attack from behind with such precision?

It’s as if... it has eyes on the back of its head...

Eyes...

Shit, it’s a damn giant plush toy! Just as it feels no pain due to its lack of organic components, it shouldn’t be able to rely on vision either!

My gaze shifts to Levreshka, now seated on a small pink and white throne, watching her animated toy with a look of satisfaction—yet at the same time, intense focus.

Of course... How did I not realize it sooner?

«Gerard, regroup!» I shout.

Meanwhile, Gorilionbear’s massive fists rise again, prepared to crush Gerard’s prone form. Just in time, Gerard rolls aside, narrowly avoiding the devastating blow. Upon hearing my voice, he quickly rushes toward me, taking his place by my side. His face—much like mine—is covered in blood and twisted with pain.

«I think I know how to beat that beast,» I whisper, keeping my voice low to prevent Levreshka from hearing. «Since she controls it, if we manage to distract her or make her lose sight of the puppet, I’ll have a clear chance to land a decisive hit!»

«And what exactly are you going to hit it with?» Gerard counters. «Normal hand-to-hand strikes don’t faze it. Your sword is too far away, and Levreshka isn’t the type to fall for the same trick twice. Even if we can make her lose sight of the puppet for a second, you won’t have enough time to retrieve the sword and strike it!»

«Leave that to me—I’ve got a plan. Just keep it busy—try not to get yourself killed—and I’ll take care of the rest!» I reply, pretending to be confident so Gerard won’t lose hope.

I do have a plan, but it’s far from complete: I know what I need to do, just not how to pull it off. Improvisation is all I can rely on right now!

This is our current position: Levreshka, seated on her throne, is at one end of the arena. Gorilionbear is at the opposite side, with its right side facing the vampire. Gerard and I are positioned about twenty meters in front of it.

Not to brag, but back when I captained my soccer team, I was good at crafting and improvising attack strategies. If I hadn’t died, I might’ve gone on to be a coach for a top European club. Having a 360-degree view of the field is a key skill for any pro soccer player, and honestly, this isn’t so different from the situations I faced on the field—just a little more life-threatening.

At my command, Gerard rushes toward Gorilionbear, and I follow right behind, targeting its right side.

A dense red aura forms around my right hand, spreading from my palm and flowing between my fingers.

Gorilionbear’s left arm sweeps in a sharp arc, sending Gerard crashing to the ground. Once again, it neutralizes my attack by extending its right arm and delivering a solid elbow strike to my stomach. I’m mid-air, caught in the jump I made toward it, and the impact is even more forceful and quicker than the previous blow. It feels as if, moment by moment, Levreshka is growing more skilled at controlling it—its strength increases with each strike. The blow sends me hurtling forward, just like before, but this time it propels me exactly as planned: toward Levreshka!

Yet, the dense red aura still clings to my hand.

During my fight against Luke Dulcar, when Ayra saw how much I was struggling, she urged me to use a specific spell—a BloodWordLv2 that I was far from ready to handle. If I had tried it, the recoil would have hurt me more than him, given my lack of skill at the time. Weeks have passed, and my proficiency with that BloodWord hasn’t improved much, but that recoil effect has become the cornerstone of my attack plan. My coach always said that a strategy’s effectiveness lies in keeping the opponent in the dark until it’s too late. Who would have thought all those lessons would prove useful against a puppet animated by vampire powers?

Still in mid-air, I extend my right arm, my palm open, while my left hand grips my right wrist, and...

«BloodWord:

A beam of raw energy—a blinding red light—shoots from my palm with immense force, hitting Gorilionbear at lightning speed. The recoil, nearly instantaneous, hurls me directly toward Levreshka as though fired by a rocket engine.

My silhouette, perfectly aligned between Levreshka and her puppet, combined with the burst of light and energy from my imperfect control of the BloodWord... well, the plan worked perfectly!

The puppet’s brown bear body now has a massive hole at its center, spilling thousands of feathers like falling snow and blanketing the ground in a soft white layer.

Meanwhile, I... well, I couldn’t stop or change course, and ended up colliding with Levreshka.

God, I’m exhausted. Using Interius left me without a single drop of energy. I never imagined the difference between a Lv 1 and a Lv 2 BloodWord could be this immense. I can’t move at all. And now... why is everything so dark? What’s this strange pressure on my cheeks? Could it be...?

I lift my head, horrified. Levreshka is sitting on the ground, her face even redder than her eyes—a mixture of rage and embarrassment. And me, sprawled forward, my face... between her thighs!

«L-L-L-L-L-L-LYON...» she stammers through gritted teeth, her voice shaking, frozen in place as if overwhelmed by shame.

The worst part is that the overwhelming fatigue gripping every cell of my body leaves me unable to untangle myself from this ridiculous position. I’m completely frozen, my face stuck against the inside of Levreshka’s thigh.

«...I-I-I’ll kill you, you perverted lolicon!» Levreshka’s energy bursts forth, hurling me far away, until I come to a stop at Gerard’s feet.

Levreshka, now standing again, steps toward us with a menacing presence. «F-First you destroy my loyal Gorilionbear, and then... y-you have the audacity to shove your face between the thighs of an innocent girl. I-I’ll never forgive you, Lyon!»

She’s about to bring down her whip on me—ignoring any laws against harming others’ familiars—when someone bursts into the enormous dollhouse. It’s Levreshka’s bodyguard, Syrius Vondler, the one responsible for handling her familiar’s teleportation. A towering vampire with jet-black buzz-cut hair, he appears abruptly and kneels beside her.

«Princess Levreshka, the MaiusMoon will soon set. King Drakhul has ordered me to escort you to the royal castle right away,» he announces, without so much as a glance in our direction.

«Oh, right. I’d almost forgotten that tonight is that night,» Levreshka sneers, her anger and embarrassment fading, replaced by a cruel smile.

That night... Yes, it must be the event Clotilde mentioned, the one that has Sasha and Daphne so on edge. It will happen tonight... damn, I need to warn the other familiars as soon as I return to the dormitory!

«Syrius, return these two little mutts to their kennel,» she commands the guard, then turns her gaze on me, full of malice, as if she’s certain that something even worse than her whip awaits me.

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