Reincarnated as the Vampire Princess' Familiar
Chapter 47 - 1 -The calm after the storm... of sorts

Chapter 47: 1 -The calm after the storm... of sorts

977 soldiers of the Scarlet Army, 221 civilians, and 875 familiars—873 from the LunaeNovae dormitory and 2 from the LunaeCrescentis.

This is the ruthless count of victims from the devastating battle that raged across every corner of Mildelar on the night of the Mons Moon, not to mention the thousands of buildings reduced to rubble, including my own dormitory.

It was a large-scale, coordinated assault on the kingdom’s strategic points, but ultimately, it was nothing more than a diversion. The true target was the Temple of Lucypher, where the CrimsonRequiem succeeded in stealing a relic of terrifying power: the Soul-Devouring Sword—Devoranimas—a weapon forged and once wielded by Lucypher Valakys, whose blade is infused with the power of the souls of all those whose lives it has taken.

Could this be why former commander Draven Vorthgen abandoned the battlefield in the middle of his fight with Ayra without any apparent reason? Since his allies managed to retrieve the long-coveted sword, he must have received an order to retreat... but from whom? Someone above him? I refuse to believe that the Crimson Requiem could have members even stronger than him...

Apart from the stolen relic, there are two others: the Armor of Eternal Rebirth—Eterenas—which grants its wearer an almost instantaneous regenerative ability, and the Cloak of Infinite Energy—Maginfinitus—a true, unlimited source of magical power, like a battery that continuously replenishes the wearer’s energy.

The three magical artifacts can only be wielded by those whose Sanguis energy matches that of their creator—namely, the descendants of Lucypher, the members of the Valakys house.

Fortunately, the other two relics remain safe.

Of course, I wasn’t supposed to know any of this, but Ayra has the bad habit of never keeping her mouth shut...

Moreover, due to the massive number of familiars who perished, the Blood Games have been temporarily suspended, allowing vampires who lost their familiars to recruit new ones. Normally, a familiar’s death is considered a failure on the master’s part and, by law, replacing one would not be allowed. But this time, an exception has been made.

Since it is one of the most imposing buildings in the kingdom, rebuilding the Lunae Novae dormitory will take quite some time, and in the meantime...

«Stupid Lyon, hurry up and carry that package! You’re even slower than my worthless familiar!»

...I’ll have to live in the Valakys family castle, stuck with that unbearable pink-haired loli succubus from morning till night.

«I’m going as fast as I can...!» I gasp, replying to Levreshka while dragging a massive, incredibly heavy cube-shaped package through one of the long corridors. I have no idea what’s inside, but one thing’s certain—it’s not plushies or dolls.

«You’re not fast enough!» she snaps, cracking her whip against the floor. «Ayra gave me permission to have you as my personal slave for a whole day, so you can pay for destroying my dear Gorilionbear! I intend to work you harder than ever before! Move... faster!»

That damned Ayra... She used Levreshka’s absurd request as an excuse to enforce the punishment she promised me for my lack of trust in her! I would have much preferred an electric shock over being a servant for this insufferable brat! «Make sure to return him to me in one piece»—that was my master’s only recommendation. When she acts like this, I can’t stand her...

«How much farther...?» I ask, exhausted, after dragging that gigantic package up three flights of stairs and through an incalculable number of long corridors.

«We’re not even out of the castle yet, and you’re already complaining!» she retorts. «This package must be delivered to my personal residence. It’s over there!» She then points to a gigantic dollhouse—the very same one where Gerard and I fought against that terrifying puppet—standing at the center of the immense garden surrounding the castle and, even worse... at the top of a hill!

«You’re joking, right...?» I ask, while out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of another part of the royal garden, where Gerard and Dorje are training under Sasha’s watchful gaze. How envious... well, in a way, this could also be considered training, right...? No... this is just exploitation...

«You have two options: either you carry that package to my residence... or you carry that package to my residence with lashings!» she retorts, raising her whip menacingly.

I don’t think I have much of a choice...

I’ve only been awake for two hours, and I’m already looking forward to the evening... and not because, ever since I lost my dormitory, Ayra and I have been sharing the same bed—the same wide, soft bed where I first woke up after my death...

God, it feels like an eternity has passed since then, yet everything still seems so unreal... Despite everything that has happened, a small voice in my head keeps whispering that it’s all just a dream, that I could wake up at any moment and find myself in a hospital after being saved by some passerby. And if that were the case, when I wake up... would I be happy to return to my monotonous life of school and soccer...? A truly difficult question...

«Come on, we’re almost there!» Levreshka urges impatiently after nearly an hour of pushing that immovable box, finally managing to get it to the base of the hill. The hard part starts now...

«Ugh... It wouldn’t have taken me more than a minute to transport this from the castle to here! The recipient has been waiting for over three hours, and it’s urgent!» she complains, sighing in irritation.

«Then why didn’t you do it yourself...?!» I retort with difficulty, my voice choked by exhaustion, my arms and legs completely weak and numb.

«What kind of slave would you be if I did the heavy lifting?!» she retorts.

I can’t take this anymore...!

I take a deep breath, trying to channel the last of my energy. I place my hands on the package, brace my feet against the ground, and...

Push! Push! Push! Push!

...yet the slope didn’t seem this steep from below! If the world ends, I swear this will be the last time I act as her slave! I’d rather fight on the front lines against the lycans—it would surely be less exhausting!

One... Two... One... Two... SHIT!

«AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA»

My foot slips on the grassy surface—still damp with dew—and I tumble backward, rolling down the hill.

Damn, I was so close, just a few meters left...! But even worse... that damned package is tumbling down with me... if it crushes me, I’ll end up in the hospital again... at the very least!

I squeeze my eyes shut and curl up, bracing for the inevitable impact...

...But nothing happens.

When I open my eyes again, the gigantic, heavy package is just inches away from me, suspended in midair and wrapped in a strange red light.

«If something had happened to him, Ayra would have made you pay for it. You should be more careful when playing with someone else’s familiar,» says a sweet, unmistakable female voice from the base of the hill, behind me.

I turn around abruptly, reassured by that familiar voice. It’s Daphne.

I wasn’t wrong—it really is her, in all her beauty and elegance, her arm outstretched as she uses her magic to stop the package from falling. At her side, to my great surprise, stands Kajetan. Despite having stayed at the royal castle for almost two weeks now, this is the first time I’ve seen him here.

«Of c-course, I know!» Levreshka stammers. «I-I was just about to intervene, but you beat me by a hair!»

I seriously doubt that...

«Come on, Kajetan, give young Lyon a hand with transporting that package to Levreshka’s playhouse,» Daphne orders calmly, completely ignoring Levreshka’s curses, clearly annoyed by her older sister’s offer of help.

«I’ve told you a thousand times already—it’s called the Imperial Residence, not a playhouse!» Levreshka snaps, stomping her feet in a rather childish manner.

Imperial Residence...? Then she should have declared herself an empress, not a queen... Well, better not to ask questions.

With a single leap, Kajetan lands beside me.

I begin to get up—to help him push that incredibly heavy package—but he motions for me to stay put. «Leave it to me. You’d only get in the way,» he says simply, placing his right hand on the enormous cube.

«Look, it’s really heavy. Maybe you should use both hands,» I warn, but the look he gives me clearly says, mind your own business.

When Daphne releases the magic holding the package in place, Kajetan begins to push it forward with surprising ease, as though it were filled only with feathers and required no effort—expelling only a minuscule amount of Vis energy. What’s more, he’s using only one hand, under the incredulous, wide-eyed gazes of both Levreshka and me.

It takes only a moment before the heavy package finally reaches its destination, at the doors of Levreshka’s enormous dollhouse—up close, it seems even more gigantic, with the proportions of a real villa.

At this point, my curiosity about what on earth it contains—and more importantly, why it was so urgent—consumes me.

Levreshka also seems eager to unwrap the package. «Finally, finally, finally!» she exclaims, jumping joyfully like a child on Christmas morning.

She grabs the cardboard covering the package and, with a swift motion, rips it off, revealing...

...I can’t believe it...

A heavy, gigantic golden throne—judging by its weight, it must truly be made entirely of gold.

«Now, finally, Mr. Fluffridge can have the throne that a true king deserves!» Levreshka exclaims.

At most, a true emperor... but never mind.

When I first came here with Gerard, during training, I noticed a stuffed bear dressed like a real sovereign and sitting on a small throne. Could he be the famous emperor... or rather, King Fluffridge?

So... I WENT THROUGH ALL THIS TROUBLE JUST TO BRING A THRONE TO A STUPID STUFFED TOY?!

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