《In an visual novel where I’m the servant of the Vampire Villainess.》


 Chapter 1

    As I woke from a deep slumber, my surroundings came into focus. I was in a cage, imprisoned in an unfamiliar place. My mind raced as I tried to piece together what had happened. The last thing I remembered was buying a new game from the market and then blacking out.


    Panic set in as I realized the predicament I was in. My body felt foreign to me, as if it didn''t belong to me. I screamed in desperation, hoping someone would hear me.


    My cries were answered by a man with a long mustache and a rotund belly. He approached me, brandishing a stick. Despite my attempts to defend myself, my lifeless body had no strength to fight back. I was powerless against the man''s beating.


    As I lay there, defeated, I took in my surroundings. There were others in similar circumstances, all with tattered clothes and empty eyes. But what struck me most were the demi-humans and other races, including humans, imprisoned alongside me. The cages were located in an alleyway, with a steady stream of people passing by. It was clear to me that we were in some sort of slave market. Each of us wore a choker around our neck, a mark of our captivity.


    A flurry of questions flooded my mind. How did I get here? Was I dead? Was this all just a dream? Was I too horny? (Cough) But I pushed these thoughts aside, knowing that there was no way to find answers. I tested the strength of the cage bars, hoping to escape, but it was no use. They were too strong.


    "Did you hear that the young miss of the Bloodfallen family is coming to the market?" "What, really?" "Yes, young miss Veronica Bloodfallen is apparently coming to our market to buy a slave."


    Two nearby voices caught my attention. They were discussing a young lady, but it was the mention of the Bloodfallen family that caught my attention. I racked my brain, trying to place the name.


    Before I could come to a conclusion, the man with the big mustache and belly appeared again. He swung his stick at my cage, making me flinch. "Hey, human, listen carefully. The young miss of the Bloodfallen family is visiting our shop today. Remain silent while she''s here, and don''t you dare cause a scene like earlier. If you do anything like that, it won''t just end with a beating this time." He walked away, but before he was out of earshot, I called out to him. "U-um, are we in the Aragon Empire?"


    The man gave me a confused look before answering gruffly. "Are you dumb or something? Of course we''re in the Aragon Empire."


    As he left, my heart began to race. It all clicked into place. "I reincarnated into a visual novel," I muttered to myself. It all made sense now ¨C the Aragon Kingdom and the young lady''s name were clear indicators.


    The game I had bought was called "The Sly Knight." It was a game with a multitude of characters and plotlines, allowing players to choose from various characters with their own backstories. The game focused on combat and relationship development, with the more characters you befriended, the more help you received during gameplay. The game had various attributes and multiple story settings.


    It Gives player''s a free reign over the course of action they take in the game.


    The game has Serval different world''s and fantasy elements.


    To be honest, I was pretty shocked when this game was released.


    I wondered how many years did it take, to Build this caliber of game.


    The game begins in the Aragon Empire, which is home to several of the game''s main characters and the location of the major battle.


    The Bloodfallen


    How can I forget the Bloodfallen family name?


    It was the family that started the uproar in the Empire, which led to the empire''s total destruction.


    ...


    The red carriage, with its ornate gold trim and fallen rose crest, stood out like a beacon amidst the bustling market street. An army of soldiers, their armor gleaming in the sunlight, stood guard around the vehicle, their spears and shields at the ready.


    As the door to the carriage swung open, a vision in red emerged, her head adorned with a small round hat. Veronica, the young woman, gazed at the soldiers with her crimson eyes, her voice laced with concern. "What''s the problem? Have we arrived at our destination?"


    The soldier, his gaze averted, replied, "Yes, Miss. We have arrived, but there is a minor issue."


    "What is the issue?" Veronica asked, her brow furrowing in worry.


    The soldier hesitated before speaking. "The alleyway we are taking is too narrow for the carriage. As a result, you will have to walk there."


    Veronica let out a sigh of resignation. "Haah, no problem then. I shall walk there by foot." She stepped out of the carriage, followed by two servants, and urged the soldiers, "Lead the way."


    As they made their way down the narrow alley, the group arrived at a marketplace filled with cages placed at the corners of the road. Veronica gazed at the scene with her scarlet eyes and instructed her servants, "You guys stay here; I''ll go there alone."


    One of the maids protested, "But miss¡ª,"


    Veronica interrupted her, her tone firm. "Don''t make a fuss about this; also, I''m taking my maids with me." And with that, she confidently strode towards the marketplace, her maids following in her wake.


    ...


    Suddenly, several soldiers rushed into the passageway, their shouts and the screams of the injured filling the air. I could see the aftermath of a powerful explosion that had occurred just a few seconds before. People were running past me, some of them missing limbs and covered in blood.


    I was still trapped in my cage, staring at the chaos in front of me, feeling powerless. I watched as the large, mustachioed man gathered his belongings and prepared to leave.


    In a desperate move, I reached through the bars of the cage and grabbed onto his leg as he walked past.


    "What are you up to, Bastard? Let me go!" he yelled, trying to shake me off. He began kicking my hands with his other leg, and I was afraid my bones would shatter from the force.


    Tears streaming down my face, I begged him urgently. "Please, let me go. I''ll perish if you don''t."


    "Leave me, Bastard. Even if I let you go, you''ll just die," he spat at me, continuing to struggle.


    "Please, I''m begging you. Let me go!" I cried out in pain.


    Finally, with a sigh of annoyance, he reached down and tossed a key into the cage. "Tsk, here''s your key," he said, before turning and running away without looking back.


    Without hesitation, I fumbled with the lock, my hands shaking as I tried to unlock the cage.


    Click*


    As I finally managed to open the lock and escape the cage, I stepped out into the chaotic marketplace. Sobbing and screams filled the air as people tried to flee the area.


    My gaze was drawn to a soldier lying on the ground a short distance away, his back propped up against a wall. From the looks of it, he had a serious wound on his stomach.


    I approached him quickly, hoping to find out what had happened.


    "Y-kid, you shouldn''t be here. Leave this place," the soldier said weakly as he saw me approaching.


    "Can you just tell me what happened?" I asked, ignoring his instructions.


    "A monster ambushed us when we were patrolling this area. It''s currently engaged in a fierce battle with our young lady, Veronica," he explained, his voice strained.


    A monster attack in the marketplace? I thought to myself. Is this the event?


    At that moment, another massive explosion shook the area, coming from the south.


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    I turned back to the soldier to ask him a few more questions, but when I looked at him again, I saw that he was no longer alive. I had never seen anyone die before, and the sight was shocking and jarring.


    With a sense of dread and confusion clouding my mind, I pushed forward, propelled by an overwhelming need to discover the source of the commotion that had so abruptly interrupted the calm of the marketplace. My legs carried me swiftly towards the unmistakable clang of steel upon steel, each step bringing me closer to the epicenter of the chaos. And before I knew it, I had reached the very heart of the marketplace, where a violent battle was raging on.


    The scene that greeted my eyes was one of utter chaos and devastation. Corpses littered the ground, a macabre tapestry of death. And in the center of it all stood a young woman, her red dress torn and bloodied, her silver sword glinting in the light. Her hair, the same brilliant silver as her weapon, was matted with sweat and blood. Across from her loomed two monstrous creature, a gorilla-like beast with teeth as long and sharp as knives. Its size was that of a small building, towering over the girl, a looming behemoth of muscle and fury.


    Just seeing this terrifying beast in front of me causes my heart to quake with terror.


    But then my gaze returned to the girl, and I saw that her face was a portrait of determination and strength. She was not afraid, not anxious, but resolute. Even from where I stood, I could sense the aura of power that radiated from her, a force that seemed to transcend the mere physical. She stood there, alone against the monstrous creature, unafraid and unyielding.


    With a fierce cry, the girl charged towards the monstrous creature before her, her scarlet eyes alight with determination. The sword in her hand blazed with a radiant energy as she bellowed, "You fiend''s pawn, prepare to meet your demise."


    As the girl closed in on the monster, it seemed to sense the danger and made a desperate leap to dodge her sword assault. But fate was not on its side. A shimmering shield materialized out of thin air, intercepting the creature''s escape and sending it crashing to the ground with a thud. The girl stood victorious, her blade still at the ready, as the defeated monster lay motionless at her feet.


    [A story path is available]


    A floating information screen appeared in front of my eyes.


    ''What exactly is this?''


    Out of curiosity, I touched the window, and as I did.


    A new window appears.


    [Please select a target]


    My mind raced as I struggled to comprehend the system''s message, my thoughts consumed by confusion. As I lost myself in contemplation, my eyes were irresistibly drawn back to the striking figure of the girl in the red dress.


    [ Observing the character ]


    [ Character: Luina aslad Veronica Bloodfallen ]


    ¡ªLevel: 56 [ Silver rank ]


    ¡ªMage : Lv 8 ( Higher Realm)


    ¡ªCharacter Difficulty: Hard ( When I say hard, I mean "very hard").


    ¡ªRace : True Vampire


    -Next evolution : Vampire Queen. { Progress :54% }


    ¡ªHp : 70%


    ¡ªStress level : 20%


    Interests: killing, hunting, torturing, and spending time with her favorite pet.


    Love interest: none.


    Favorability: 0%


    [Skills]: (Blood Control), (Night Queen), (Devilish Charms Eyes), (Recover by Negative Energy), (Resistance to Holy and Negative Energy), and so on.More...


    {Equipment}: the sword of Lazar.


    Description: The Lazar Sword is a legendary-tier sword once owned by Nilfar Bloodfallen, the previous vampire god. Its distinguishing feature is that if handled by someone with enough energy to release its full form, it can even kill a deity.


    The lazar Sword has been made by the great dragon king''s heart.


    Other characteristics include: [Locked]


    Other characteristics: [Locked]


    Character information ¡ª:


    Veronica Bloodfallen The third child of vampire lord Damien Bloodfallen and the Bloodfallen House''s next heir


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    . Information etc.


    A plethora of information about the infamous "Veronica Bloodfallen" appeared in front of me.


    The character whose path was the most difficult and risky also


    I can tell this system is from a visual novel based on some of the information in the Status panel.


    It''s precisely what I stated before. In this game, you must form bonds with other characters and assist them in their journeys in order for them to assist you.


    If I''m being absolutely honest, it''s a jumble of everything.


    As I returned my attention to the ongoing battle, I saw that Veronica was easily holding her own against the monstrous gorilla. She was slashing at its legs with her sword, her movements precise and deadly, while the gorilla struggled to fend her off.


    Despite its size and strength, it was clearly losing the fight. But then, an arrow came flying towards Veronica with great force. She lifted her sword to defend herself, and as I looked closer, I saw that the arrow was covered in some sort of mist.


    ''Magic coated ''


    *SHUNG


    "I-impossible"


    I watched in horror as the scene unfolded before me, my mind struggling to make sense of what I was seeing. Veronica, who had moments ago been locked in battle with a fierce monster, now lay motionless on the ground, her shoulder bleeding from a wound inflicted by an arrow. The creature lay dead beside her, but I couldn''t comprehend how it had been defeated.


    As if in answer to my unspoken questions, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness. Dressed in a sleek black suit that covered his entire body, he approached Veronica''s prone form with a sense of purpose. Raising his hands in the air, he seemed to summon several other hooded figures, similarly dressed in black, who materialized around him. The sight sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn''t shake the feeling that something sinister was afoot


    "Examine the body," the man commanded in a cold, emotionless voice, gesturing to one of the hooded figures. The figure obediently approached Veronica, kneeling beside her motionless form. With a flick of its hand, it cast a spell that enveloped her body in a mystical light, before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. Though I couldn''t discern the spell''s intent, a sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach, as if it were meant to cause harm rather than heal.


    "My lord," the examiner reported with a bow, "it appears she is dead."


    "I see," the man in the black suit said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Then let us leave the capital immediately." He turned on his heel and began to walk away, the hooded figures falling in line behind him.


    I watched as they left, leaving Veronica''s lifeless body abandoned in the marketplace. It was hard to comprehend that someone who had been so powerful and proud of her abilities could now be dead. My feet were still trembling with fear and anxiety as I debated whether or not to approach her, to try and make sense of the senseless violence that had occurred.


    Suddenly, a notification appeared in front of me. [Character Analysis: Lou Luina Veronica Bloodfallen] - Take note: Dark magic is progressively poisoning her body, and she will die in 4 minutes. If the lethal black magic is not eliminated, she will perish.


    Without hesitation, I opened her status window and saw that her HP was at a dangerously low 6%. (3:47) ''She survived that brutal attack,'' I thought to myself with a mixture of amazement and worry.


    ________[ *New Route Options* ]__________


    1) Save her from death and follow the character''s path.


    ¡ªReward:  Random Skill


    Exp : 8000


    2) Forsake her. It might have a significant impact On the timeframe of the game.


    ¡ªReward: You will solve a major mystery.


    Exp:4000


    I was presented with two options: the first was to save Veronica from death and follow her character''s journey, and the second was to forsake her and discover interesting advancements in my life. Both choices seemed suspicious to me, and I wasn''t sure which one to choose.


    [Note: Only 2 minutes remaining]


    I decided to go with the first option. As I clicked on it, a notification appeared on the screen. [Option selected: (1)] [Quest started: Save the Blood queen] [Suggestion: Make her drink your blood]


    Without hesitation, I ran towards the center of the marketplace where Veronica''s body was lying. Kneeling beside her, I called her name and tried to figure out how to save her. The suggestion to make her drink my blood seemed strange, but I didn''t have any other ideas. I had to try something.


    .....


    [ (Veronica''s Pov) ]


    Since I was a child, my father taught me that being affectionate towards anything is the greatest weakness of individuals. He believed that being loving with someone or having a yearning for them could cloud one''s judgment and impede one''s progress. I took this lesson to heart and made a conscious decision to avoid such weakness.


    I dedicated my life to becoming the strongest, forgoing a traditional childhood and adolescence, focused on training and self-improvement. Though I missed out on the normal experiences of youth, like going to parties with friends and having a lover, I never regretted my choices. As the next head of the Bloodfallen house, I knew that sacrifices would have to be made. And I was willing to make them, in order to be the best leader I could be.


    I had worked tirelessly to achieve my goal and had finally become the Aragon Empire''s most powerful young mage. I was the sixth most powerful wizard and saint of the sword, and I was incredibly proud of my abilities. I believed that not just anyone could have accomplished what I had.


    The scene I could never have imagined played out in front of my eyes.


    My protective shield had been penetrated, and the arrow I had hoped to block had pierced my heart.


    My awareness is gradually melting away.


    This meant I was dying as the dark mana was slowly engulfing my body.


    I still have a lot to do in my life, which is why I''m experiencing such strong sentiments about death right now.


    So...


    ''Someone please save me.''


    " Miss Veronica "


    " Miss Veronica, Can You hear me, if you do, please respond to me"


    A gentle and troubled voice reached my ears, as if in response to my silent plea. Though I lacked the strength to open my eyes, I could feel a warm touch caressing my cheeks and a sweet aroma tickling my nostrils.


    With all the strength I had left in my body, I managed to open my eyes. I found myself staring into the worried gaze of a boy with black hair and sapphire eyes. He looked familiar, but I couldn''t quite place him. As I struggled to remember who he was and how he had come to be there, a sense of hope and gratitude washed over me.


    "Oh, thank goodness. You blinked your eyes open. For a brief time, I was convinced you were dead," he said, his voice filled with relief.


    But I was confused, I didn''t remember this boy, and I couldn''t understand why he would be relieved that I was alive. I couldn''t recall doing anything that would cause anyone to be concerned or saddened by my death.


    Then  why.


    I was in his laps, and his arms were over my shoulders.


    "Veronica-san, I''m about to cut my hands, so kindly drink this; it will help you heal."


    As he extended his hand towards me, I couldn''t help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Was he offering me blood? My mind raced as I tried to make sense of the situation.


    "T-that won''t work," I stammered, my mouth trembling.


    But he seemed unfazed by my reluctance. "You don''t need to be concerned about that," he said calmly. "Please, just drink this."


    With a steady hand, he drew a small knife and made a precise cut on one of his fingers. The blood that flowed out was dark and thick, and as he brought his fingers to my lips, the sweet smell of it hit me. It was unlike any blood I had ever smelled before. I hesitated for a moment, but the pull of curiosity was too strong.


    My vampire senses were screaming at me to drink this.


    "Drink it."


    And then I began sucking the blood with all my power.


    As the blood entered my mouth, I felt a wave of ecstasy wash over me, causing my entire body to shake with delight. It was as if all my senses were heightened and I was experiencing pleasure on a level I had never known before.


    But as the blood flowed through my body, something even more miraculous happened. I could feel the darkness that had been consuming me, slowly leaving my body. I couldn''t believe it, this was impossible. I had been told that once a vampire was infected with this dark mana, there was no cure. But here I was, feeling the darkness dissipate with every drop of blood I consumed.


    When I looked at the boy, I noticed that his entire face was red as he stared at me.


    ''Cute''


    As I continued to drink the boy''s blood, I noticed that his hands were trembling, and his breathing was becoming more labored. It was clear that the act of giving me his blood was taking a toll on him.


    But as for me, my body was now at its peak condition. The dark mana that had consumed me was gone, and I felt stronger and more alive than ever before.


    I released the boy''s hands, and as soon as I did, he fainted with me on top of him.

 Chapter 2

    The grand hall was bustling with activity as a feast was being held. Guests were dressed in their finest attire, indicating the importance of the occasion. Amidst the chatter and clattering of dishes, I stood in the midst of it all.


    A young girl with pale white skin and crimson eyes sat at a table not far from me, sobbing quietly. She was dressed in a black gown and high heels, and seemed to be an outcast as many of the other guests were keeping their distance from her.


    I wondered where her parents were as I overheard murmurs from the crowd around me. "I heard she used her devilish magic to murder her brother," whispered one person. "Oh my God, she''s done it. I feel bad for her brother, who died as a result of this girl," said another. "I know she''s a blight on the empire, and I''m not sure why she''s invited to this feast," commented a third. The girl seemed to be in a great deal of pain as she listened to the harsh words being spoken about her.


    Her expression was not that of a grieving child, but rather of someone who had lost the will to live and was just enduring the suffering. Seeing her in this state filled my heart with a deep sense of sorrow. Despite knowing that I probably shouldn''t, I felt drawn to approach her and offer my support. Ignoring the curious glances of the other guests, I walked over and took an empty seat at her table.


    "Hey, why are you crying?" I asked softly, trying to be as kind as possible.


    The girl, who had been sobbing with her face hidden, stopped crying and pulled her hand away when she noticed someone was there. She looked at me with her scarlet eyes and sniffled.


    "W-what? You''re going to hiccup insult me too?" She wiped her eyes and said.


    "I''m not here to insult you or anything. I just can''t stand seeing people cry in front of me," I replied.


    "T-that''s none of your business," she said, looking away.


    "Oh, please don''t push me away. I''m also alone at this party and don''t know anyone else, so I thought I''d introduce myself to you. Please let me sit with you."


    She held my gaze as if she was trying to gauge my intentions, and I met her gaze steadily, hoping to show that I was not a bad person.


    She looked away and spoke in a hushed tone, possibly out of shyness. "So you''re a decent guy?"


    "I wouldn''t call myself decent, but I suppose you could say that," I said with an embarrassed grin.


    The people in the hall were staring at us with frightened eyes. "Is that kid out of his mind?" "Does anyone recognize him? He doesn''t look familiar." "Will he really talk to a murderer?"


    Why were they labeling this sweet-looking girl as a murderer? She couldn''t be capable of killing anyone.


    As I turned my gaze back to the girl, I saw that the tears that had stopped earlier had returned and were once again rolling down her cheeks.


    "You shouldn''t be here, Mister. If you stay too close to me, people will think less of you and it will cause you problems. So I think you should go," she said, her voice trembling.


    She seemed to be about to leave, but something inside me told me to stop her. As she tried to stand up, I grabbed her hand.


    "What are you doing? Let me go!" she demanded angrily.


    Even in her harsh tone, I could tell she was upset.


    "Would you like to go over there until your parents arrive?" I asked, glancing down at her hand, which I was still holding.


    She looked back at me and said, "Don''t you care what people think of you, mister?"


    "I really don''t, so do you want to go there?" I asked.


    After a moment of contemplation, she nodded and we made our way to a table that was less crowded than the rest of the hall.


    I could tell she was anxious about something, so I asked, "So, what''s your name?"


    She took a deep breath and said, "My name is Veronica Bloodfallen."


    ''VeronicaBloodfallen?''


    "That''s a lovely name for a lovely young lady," I said, smiling.


    Her scarlet eyes flickered slightly as she heard my words before returning to their lifeless look.


    "Do you mind if I call you Veronica?"


    "Um, my father is the only person who is allowed to call me Veronica. You should call me Lady Veronica."


    "All right, Lady Veronica. Can you tell me a little bit more about yourself? What are some things you like to do? And what is the most valuable thing in the world to you?"


    I know it sounds silly to ask these sorts of questions, but I couldn''t think of anything else. I just hoped she wouldn''t think I was weird.


    "Why would I tell you anything about myself?" she asked, frowning.


    "Do you have any other topics you''d like to discuss?"


    "Ugh, fine, I''ll talk to you until my dad comes. That''s it," she said, clearly displeased.


    I could tell her mood was shifting.


    I let out a sigh of relief.


    My gaze was drawn to her as she fiddled with her fingers, unsure of how to respond.


    "If you''re uncomfortable, we can talk about something else," I offered.


    "No, I was just thinking about something. I don''t have anything interesting about me. But to answer your question, I like training with my father, and my most precious people in the world are my younger brother and my pet Sylvia."


    "Your little brother must be thrilled to have such a loving elder sister," I said, hoping to lift her mood.


    But she stopped and, after a moment, began crying again, causing me to panic.


    ''Oh no, I must have said something wrong.''


    "I''m sorry, Lady Veronica. Did I offend you by saying something inappropriate?"


    "My younger brother is the unluckiest person in the world to have a sister like me," she said, sobbing.


    ''Shit, so they were telling the truth,'' I realized.


    "I apologize for mentioning your late brother."


    "I murdered him, I murdered my brother," she said, something that was hard to believe.


    Then, with a blank expression void of emotion or coldness, she spoke to me:


    "I''m an evil person, just like everyone around us has been saying."


    To be completely honest, the girl''s reaction scared even me.


    "It''s not possible; you''re not¡ª"


    The air suddenly became heavy, and I felt suffocated.


    "DON''T YOU DARE TELL ME I''M A GOOD PERSON. I''M A BLOODY MURDERER WHO KILLED HIS OWN BROTHER," she shouted.


    She started screaming those words at me as the people at the banquet gathered around us.


    Her once-calm demeanor had erupted into anger.


    "I knew it! She''s admitted to killing her brother. What a terrible child she is."


    "I don''t know why the royal highness invited someone like her to the ball."


    "WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP? SHE''S A CHILD FOR GOD''S SAKE!" I shouted at the taunting crowd, my rage boiling over.


    The surroundings fell silent, and when I turned to speak with the girl again, she was gone.


    As I was wondering where she had gone, the scene in front of me started to change and I saw Veronica and another person on the balcony a little distance away from me.


    As I made my way to the balcony, I saw a young man in his 20s, who looked strikingly similar to Veronica, holding her as she cried.


    I decided to hide in a corner and listen in on their conversation.


    "I''m sorry, Dad," Veronica said through her tears.


    The man, with scarlet eyes like Veronica''s, also began to cry as he watched his daughter. He ran his hand through her hair and tried to comfort her.


    "Veronica, Veronica, I don''t blame you for anything. I understand it was an accident, so you don''t have to punish yourself."


    "But, Dad¡ª" Veronica started to say something, but stopped as she saw her father''s wet cheeks.


    "If anyone has to take the blame, it should be me, my child. Please let me take this burden from you," he said, pausing for a moment before repeating it.


    "Love and emotions are a curse for humans as well as vampires; they make us weak and unable to assess situations, and they also affect our judgment. So from today on, be the girl who is devoid of any emotions, who is firm and the strongest that you can be. That way, you''ll be able to protect yourself and others. The people who are badmouthing you will eventually praise you if you''re strong enough. And as a member of the great Bloodfallen family, you shouldn''t let your brother''s incident destroy you."


    Veronica listened to her father''s words with a resolute face, as if she were taking an oath.


    I could sense a change in her just by looking at her face.


    The emotions had been replaced by goals; the pain she was experiencing had become her motivation, and her father''s words had become her motto.


    This was the birth of the new Veronica.


    .....


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    [ You Just Experienced A Memory Fragment Of (Character): Loui Luina Veronica ]


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    [Quest completed: Save the Blood Queen]


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    [Random skill awarded]


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    ¡ªSpell creation [Unique Skill]


    [ A character has taken a liking to you ]


    [Reward: 4000 Exp ]


    As I glanced at the numerous notifications filling my screen, I was unable to properly assess them due to the current circumstances.


    ''The dream.''


    I had just experienced a unique encounter that was not part of the game.


    ''Memory Fragment.''


    This was unfamiliar to me.


    The dream I had was strange and somewhat unsettling. Both events seemed to be intertwined.


    My senses and reasoning were altered in the dream, as far as I could tell, given that the person in the dream was myself.


    If I were to find myself in an unfamiliar location, I would normally try to determine my surroundings. However, in this dream, it seemed as though I had no control over my actions.


    I speculate that the system was constantly monitoring my mental state to prevent me from panicking.


    In any case, this is not necessarily a negative occurrence.


    I am aware that strange things will likely become a regular part of my life.


    The memory fragment, to say the least, is extremely intriguing.


    I was able to literally delve into someone''s past and gain a wealth of knowledge and experience.


    ''Hey system, does the memory fragment function happen automatically or is there a trigger for it?''


    "_"


    As predicted, no response was received.


    "Cathy, Cathy, Do you think our guest is insane?"


    "Sister, sister, It doesn''t seem like he is!"


    "Whaa" Two female voices reached my ears as I was pondering about the system. I followed the sounds and discovered two females my age embracing each other. in the corner of the room


    They were both dressed as maids.


    As I began to glance about, a startling notion occurred to me.


    I was lying on the sheets of a large bed in an extravagant room.


    ''Calm Down, Mathew, You need to be used to this from now on''


    "Um? Could you tell me where I am?"


    "Sister, sister, the psycho-looking man is speaking; should we respond?"


    "Cathy, Cathy, I think we should respond to him."


    ''Twins?''


    The two maids were, in fact, twins.


    The elder One of the sisters stepped forward and answered.


    "You are at Lady Veronica Bloodfallen''s House; be thankful, peasant." She Said taking pride in it.


    My eyes started to twitch upon hearing her answer.


    "Sister, sister, Lady Veronica has directed that we treat this guest with respect, not as if he were any other guest."


    ''So you mean you treat your other guests like this?''


    The elder made a modest bow, and the younger followed the suite.


    "Ah, my apologies, and we are also thankful that you saved our lady''s life."


    "No, it''s not much, if I see somebody in danger, it''s my responsibility to aid them."


    "So you are like a helping man?" Her younger sister titled her in perplexity.


    But then I noticed Elder one staring at me with a venomous glare.


    ''Haah, they''re doubting my Nobel help.''


    "All I''m saying is that it''s a human obligation to aid those in danger; isn''t that what you''d do if you saw someone in trouble?" I responded with the most rational response I could think of.


    They placed their thumbs on their lips and made a contemplative motion.


    "No, we don''t think so," they both answered in unison, and I stroked my irritated brow.


    "Oh well, I think we all have our differences then. by the way, how is Miss Veronica doing now? Is she well?"


    I barely stopped myself, giving them peace of my mind.


    Two sisters looked at each other as if to confirm something.


    "Yes, since you gave your blood to our lady. She''s lovely and vibrant. She remained up all night beside you, waiting for you to wake up, but this morning she received a call from the Mage association about the event in the capital''s "Zayrab" market "Cathy said.


    ''Mage association?''


    In Aragon Empire, There are three great power''s besides the Empress. In Which The mage association or Guild whatever you call it falls in.


    The Supreme Mage, "Victoria Rusfield," established the mage association. The magic casters'', or mages, the order was in turmoil in the early stages of the Aragon Empire, threatening the empire''s survival, so the Supreme Mage, Victoria Rusfield, founded an organization that looks over the mage''s and also offers them certain privileges and pays them salaries. To become a wizard, you must first register.


    because if you do not belong to the Mage Association and practice magic in public, you will be labeled a terrorist. Many people were outraged when this announcement became public, but it all came to a halt when the Nobels and the Church expressed their support. To put it another way, anyone who causes trouble for the Mage Association will have to deal with the Other Two. An agreement was forged, which constituted an important aspect of the empire''s governing system.


    The Mage Association also oversees the empire''s five Mage Academies.


    "We''ll watch over you until she returns," the younger sister said.


    We all looked at each other in silence for a moment.


    *GROWL


    I blushed with embarrassment as my stomach growled with hunger.


    "I''m guessing you''re hungry. Cathy and I will make you breakfast. Just give us a few minutes," the elder sister said, puffing out her chest confidently.


    She wore a bright smile on her lovely face.


    If I had to describe their appearance, I would say they looked like twins. They both had long hair that was elegantly tied up with ribbons. (I''m not too knowledgeable about hairstyles.) The elder sister had white hair, while Cathy, the younger sister, had red hair. They both had blue eyes and glossy lips. The most striking feature was their white stockings, which complemented their fantastic figures and the maid costumes that emphasized their ample breasts.


    ''Is it normal for all the maids to have such large breasts?''


    The twins then left the room, giving me some privacy.


    As they left, a image of a certain young girl flashed through my mind.


    ''Veronica was adorable even as a child.''


    Even though the dream world may have influenced my actions and emotions, the pain I felt upon seeing Veronica was genuine. I don''t want to sound romantic, but that''s just how I feel.


    However, I now have a better understanding of the character known as "Veronica," which will be useful if I want to survive in this world.


    To be honest, Veronica was a kind and decent person in the game, but something changed in her during the first half of the game, causing her to conspire with demons to destroy the Aragon kingdom. The reason for her transformation was kept hidden in the game, so I don''t know if she''s still the nice Veronica or if she''s now fully committed to destroying the empire.


    To put it simply, I''m in a tough situation.


    "In all this chaos, I didn''t even have a chance to check my stats."


    I immediately opened the system screen.


    [ Took you Long enough ]


    "Hey I thought you didn''t talk "


    "_"


    "Tsk"


    [ User: Asher Rineheart ]


    ¡ªLevel: 9 [ Bronze League ]


    ¡ª Dragonic Level : 3


    ¡ªMage: ??


    ¡ªSpirit Magic: F (1)


    ¡ªRace: Half Dragon.


    -Next Evolution: Dragonic Warrior.


    {Progress: 1%}


    ¡ªHp: 89 %


    ¡ªStress Level: 9%


    ¡ªJobs: None


    Quest: (None)


    Charm: A


    Character opnion: Veronica Bloodfallen-( Slave .)


    ?Interest: Saving girls and taking advantage of them. Playing the role of villain.


    ?Love Interest: None (Not so far at least)


    ?Dragonic skills : {Locked} ,{Locked} , {Locked} ,{Locked} , { Locked }, { Locked}.


    ?(U)Skills: { ¡ªSpell creation-Lv:1 } - Unique Skill. { Appraisal-Lv: 1}


    ?-Unknown Blessings:[ Immunity To dark magic], [ Immunity To Divine Magic] , [ Blessed By the Unknown] -Grants The User To Resurrect someone for once.[ Dragon God''s Blessings][Spirit''s Blessings].


    ?Equipment:{ Dagger}


    ?Description: A weapon endowed with spiritual power. (Please keep in mind that this weapon will utilize spirit power based on the user''s level of spirit Magic.)


    -------------------???[Cursed Skills]???-------------------


    [ Locked ] - Lv ?? Description: ??


    [ Locked ] -Lv ?? Description: ??


    Note: The curse skills are linked to an unknown source and are one of the most powerful abilities in the universe, rivaling divine strength. But be warned: every time the user performs this skill, something valuable will be taken from you.


    ___________________________


    "Wait...that means...I''m...Op?"


    Just as I was starting to feel a sense of superiority, a notification from the system burst my bubble.


    [Important Note: Because all of the user''s abilities are locked, the user must be patient and avoid doing anything rash that may create serious problems.]


    I let out a sigh as I acknowledged the message from the system.


    "Okay, I understand. I was just surprised to learn that I have so much skill."


    But there was one thing that was worrying me, and that was my race.


    The ''Haif Dragon''.


    Dragons play an important role in the plot of the visual novel, although they don''t have much to do with the more positive aspects of the story. In the visual novel, dragons are the second-most formidable beings, second only to the vampire god. This species is rare but incredibly powerful. It is said that a single dragon king has the power to destroy an entire continent if they so desire, and dragons have caused a lot of trouble for humans and other species throughout history. In the past, there was a Supreme Dragon who was the ruler of the dragon race. He was reportedly so powerful that even the gods feared him. However, 1200 years ago, he was killed by the Vampire God, who was from the same Bloodfallen clan.


    Since then, the dragon race has gradually lost power and has remained hidden from human view. However, it is said that when their dragon god returns, they will rise again.


    This is true, and when he returns, he will be a formidable opponent for the hero of the visual novel to defeat.


    But I don''t think it''s possible for dragons and humans to have children together. Or maybe it is possible; either way, the whole situation is a mess. If anyone found out that I was of the dragon race, they would surely kill me. Even if no one discovers my true identity, the knightly order of the church would probably execute me.


    I hope appraisal is a rare skill.


    [System: The user''s anxiety level is increasing]


    I hope that appraisal is a rare ability.


    [System: The user''s anxiety level is rising]


    "Great, thanks for nothing," I grumbled.


    [System: Appraisal is a one-of-a-kind talent that is available only to you.]


    [While there are many people in the world with appraisal skills, none of them are as advanced as yours. If the user is concerned about their status information being revealed, don''t worry. Whenever someone uses appraisal on you, the system will block the magic. The user can also customize the fake status bar so that when people use appraisal on you, they will only see what you want them to see.]


    "Hey, that''s great news. I was worried that my new fantasy life would end sooner than expected," I said, pausing for a moment before continuing.


    "But what''s the deal with Veronica treating me like her servant? I saved her life; shouldn''t she at least pay me some money and say thank you?"


    "_"


    "Hey, what the hell, man? You were just talking to me a minute ago about how long you''re going to pretend you don''t exist," I yelled at the system, which was not responding to me.


    "_"


    "Sorry for yelling at you. I just lost my temper for a moment," I apologized.


    [No worries]


    "You son of a--"


    *Shun


    The door creaked open, and a familiar figure appeared before me.


    Her face was flushed, as if she was frightened by something, and she wore a skintight white coat that emphasized her modest breasts and matching white skirt. Black stockings covered her plump thighs.


    Several badges were pinned to her coat, giving her the appearance of a military commander.


    I immediately got out of bed and made a respectful bow.


    "Hello, Miss Veronica," I began, my voice shaking with gratitude. "I''m very - Mhhh."


    Before I could finish my sentence, she interrupted me and pulled me into a sudden embrace. My body stiffened in surprise as she held me for a few moments before releasing me and asking gently, "Are you alright now?"


    "Uh, yes, thanks to your generosity, I''m doing fine," I stammered, trying to regain my composure.


    She seemed satisfied with my response and relaxed back onto the sofa in front of me.


    "I''ll be direct," she said, her voice turning cold. "Do you want anything from me?"


    I was too afraid to look into her piercing scarlet eyes, worried that I might say something foolish and make her doubt me even more.


    "No, it''s impossible," I said, flustered and anxious. "I don''t want anything from the great mage Veronica Bloodfallen. I''m just grateful to God that I was able to help you."


    [User stress is steadily rising]


    She scrutinized me with her piercing gaze.


    Standing up, she walked closer to me on the sofa and lifted my chin with her hand, forcing me to look into her eyes.


    My body froze as I met her gaze.


    ''Is this some kind of spell?''


    [Unknown magic is infiltrating the user]


    [Nullification procedure initiated]


    [Magical annulment failed]


    She leaned closer and asked, her gaze fixed on mine, "I''ll ask you again: Why did you help me? Are you working for someone else or do you want something from me? If you answer truthfully, I promise on my life to let you live."


    My answer will determine the course of my life, so I must overcome my fear and respond with courage.


    [Stress level decreasing]


    Calming myself down, I met her gaze and answered her without fear.


    "I swear I have no grudges against you and no ulterior motives. When I saw you there, bleeding on the ground, I don''t know why my body just acted on its own to help you. That''s why I saved you, Miss Veronica, and if you continue to mistrust me, I''ll accept any decision you make."


    As she listened to my response, her eyes shook. I moved away from her as she removed her hand from my chin.


    I looked at her face, which had become confused.


    "I applaud you," she said. "It takes bravery to look me in the eyes. Few people in this kingdom can do it as fearlessly as you did." She hesitated for a moment before continuing.


    "I looked into your background, and it appears you''re not from the Empire. Is that correct?"


    The fear that had previously gripped my heart returned.


    "You were captured by a slave trader in an empty field and then sold as a slave in the Zayrab market, the same market that I was visiting when I was attacked. Was it just a coincidence that you were there to save me when I was dying? Even if I believed it was a coincidence, the fact that you were there to save me seems suspicious."


    She started walking closer to me, making my heart race.


    ''Damn, the little Veronica was better than the current version.''


    Coming close to me, she said loudly, "But, based on your expression, you don''t seem to be lying, so for the sake of the empire and my personal safety, I''ll take you as my slave and keep an eye on you until my suspicions are dispelled."


    ''Slave? Me? Of hers?''


    "Um, Miss Veronica, I understand that you have doubts about me, but you can still monitor me in other ways. I respectfully request that you reconsider your decision," I said.


    "I, Veronica Bloodfallen, do not reconsider my decisions once they are made. Unless you want to die, you should take my words seriously and accept your fate."


    "I acquired your rights from the slave trader as well," she said proudly.


    ''daamm, I hate that smug look''


    "Rights?" I questioned, perplexed.


    "Are you interested in seeing it? Wait, I''ll show you."


    With her finger, she made a little snap.


    As my chest began to shine from beneath the shirt I was wearing.


    I rapidly unfastened my shirt, and for some reason, Veronica''s eyes shifted elsewhere.


    Then I noticed a little circle painted on my chest that was glowing brilliant red.


    ''A slave crest'' ''


    "From this day onward, you are my property, rejoice"


    I stared at her face which was exuding an evil aura as she glared at with an amusing expression.


    And I on the other side.....


    ''What sin have I committed to becoming the villainess'' slave?'' I yelled internally.

 Chapter 3.1

    As I followed the twins, Veronica''s words still echoing in my head, I couldn''t help but feel sick at the realization that I had been declared her property, a mere slave to be controlled and owned. The maids had come to instruct me on how things were to be done, but the thought of being treated as nothing more than a servant filled me with disgust and anger.


    "We are here," Mary, the older twin, declared as we approached a stately chamber with a gleaming door. She then addressed Cathy, saying, "Cathy, take him to the clothing section and properly dress him. I''ll talk to the head butler about him and then meet you in the backyard."


    Cathy nodded, her expression bright, and Mary left us alone. I had no intention of causing any trouble, but the thought of being at the mercy of others made my body shake with rage.


    Cathy took hold of my arm and led me into the room.


    When I looked at her in surprise,


    "Is something wrong?" she asked , noticing my gaze.


    "No," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.


    We passed several more rooms before arriving at the clothing storeroom. Cathy directed me to sit in one of the chairs and began to bring out my new attire.


    I took my seat and waited for Cathy to finish bringing out the clothes. After a few minutes, she returned with some clothes in her hands, which she handed to me and pointed towards the changing room.


    "Ugh, is it really necessary to change my clothes with these? Don''t you have something light and comfortable?" I asked, looking at the stiff, formal attire she had given me. I knew it would be uncomfortable to wear for long periods of time.


    "It''s a strict order from Lady Veronica for you to be dressed like this," Cathy said with a smile, but I sensed something bewitching behind it.


    I simply nodded, afraid that if I asked again, I might encounter something dangerous that I don''t need right now.


    As I was feeling lousy, heading towards the changing room, Cathy grabbed my hand to stop me and closed the distance between us. I could clearly feel her breath on my face as she stared into my eyes.


    ''Is it that soon?'' I wondered. ''Am I going to be popular?''


    *Sniff


    *Sniff


    ''Huh?''


    Cathy started sniffing my face and body as her face turned mad. Then, satisfied with her sniffing, she released me from her arms and said to me in an annoyed tone, which was the first time I had seen this expression on her beautiful young face.


    "Tch, Cathy hates the disgusting scent coming from you," she said.


    "Uh, is it?" I asked, sniffing myself. As soon as I did, I understood why Cathy''s expression turned ugly.


    Seeing my expression, she placed a towel in my hand and pointed towards the bathroom. "Firstly, go wash yourself up. Then after you''re dressed, we''ll head straight to the backyard."


    I took my time washing myself up and wearing the not-so-comfortable costume - a white shirt and black pants.


    "Ahh, how nostalgic" I thought to myself. The last time I wore something like this was for a job interview.


    *Knock


    A knock came at the door as I was reminiscing about the past.


    "Coming," I called out.


    After coming out, I heard a three-minute lecture from the cute little maid, Cathy, which wasn''t too bad, although it seemed like she was trying to act harsh. It made her seem like a little kid nagging about why her parents were late.


    ''Head butler''


    The head butler of the villainess was a terribly evil person who was also a top-class magician and a famed assassin. Whenever any threat arose, Veronica would simply deploy her pawn - the head butler, Luvric Da Fonadil.


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    The most interesting thing about him was his noble title. Yes, it was weird for a person of nobility to act as a butler. The Fonadil family, which Luvric belonged to, was a small nobility from the eastern part of the empire, falling under the Bloodfallen jurisdiction, also known as the Bloodfallen County. It was made up of 12 noble families, known as the Union of the Bloodfallen. They were all servants of the Bloodfallen, and of course, they were also vampires.


    So it isn''t that much of a big deal to see a young lady from the Bloodfallen family house walking with a servant who''s a nobility.


    After Cathy''s bickering ended, we left the dressing room and headed towards the backyard, where I would be introduced to the head butler.


    "Cathy, why are you late?" Mary exclaimed as she saw me and Cathy coming.


    The backyard of the mansion was enormous enough to hold a 400-people banquet, and the corners of the walls were adorned with beautiful flowers arranged in a charming manner. But my gaze was drawn to an extremely handsome man standing there with great confidence and authority, looking at the sky.


    His brown hair waved in the wind, his crimson eyes shone bright, and his lips were like red roses. His pale white skin shone bright in the sunlight. He was a perfection among perfection, a mage among mages, a assassin among assassins - Luvric Da Fonadil.


    Perhaps noticing my gaze, he turned his crimson eyes towards me and smiled like an angel.


    "Luvric, this is the guy who saved Lady Veronica from death," Mary said to Luvric, who quickly grabbed my hands and began showering me with praise.


    "It''s such a delight to meet the savior of our lady. There are no words I can say to tell you how grateful I am," he said, maintaining his angelic smile.


    "I-it''s my duty to save anyone in danger," I replied.


    His grip on my hands tightened. "Indeed, but we are still grateful, and if you want anything from me, you can say it."


    I knew very well that behind this angelic smile lay a lone wolf who was hungry for blood. If you''re asking whether I felt safe seeing him smile, the answer would be absolutely not. This person in front of me was surely doubting my noble intentions, just like the twins and Veronica.


    "No, thank you. I''m just happy to help Miss Veronica," I said.


    "Ahh," Luvric said, his grip on my hands tightening even more, causing me to flinch in pain.


    *Bonk


    Mary swung her arm at Luvric''s head and reprimanded him. "Luvric, you''re not supposed to hurt him."


    Rubbing his head, Luvric replied with an embarrassed grin. "Sorry, I was just checking to see if he''s strong or not." He then turned towards me and bowed. "I''m sorry for hurting you, Asher."


    "N-no, it''s not a big deal. I understand," I replied.


    Luvric straightened his posture and then turned to Cathy, asking for something I had never seen before. Cathy then pulled a box out from underneath her bra (what the...) and handed it to Luvric, who unboxed it.


    "This is a very precious thing," Luvric said, holding up the badge shaped like a flower petal. "It is a symbol of your position as a servant in this household. It represents your loyalty to Lady Veronica and your willingness to serve her. Wear it with pride, Asher."


    I looked at the badge on my shirt and couldn''t help but feel a sense of despair wash over me. I had never thought I would end up as a servant, let alone wear a badge symbolizing my subservience. But I knew that I had no choice in the matter, and I had to make the best of my situation.


    "Thank you, Luvric," I said, forcing a smile. "I will wear it with pride and do my best to serve Lady Veronica to the best of my ability."


    "I have no doubt that you will, Asher," Luvric said, patting me on the shoulder. "Now, let''s get to work. There are many tasks that need to be done around the mansion, and I''m sure Lady Veronica will have a few tasks for you as well."


    With a heavy heart, I followed Luvric and the twins as we set off to begin our duties. I knew that my life would never be the same again, and I could only hope that I would find a way to escape this life of servitude and regain my freedom.


    ____


    The hooded figures sat in silence, the tension in the air palpable as they waited anxiously for the meeting to begin. A stage had been set up at the front of the room, and among the hooded figures sat one who stood out from the rest.


    She was a woman with black, luscious hair and bright blue eyes that shone like jewels, even in the dim light of the room. Two horns protruded from her head, marking her as a demon.


    As the meeting began, a hooded figure leaned in to speak quietly to the demon woman, known as Madam Starlight. "The assassins have returned from mission D-47," he whispered.


    A smile crossed Starlight''s lips as she replied, "Excellent news. Bring them to the meeting after the Supreme Commander''s speech and we will debrief them on the mission." The hooded figure nodded and left as Starlight turned her attention back to the stage.


    Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, causing a hush to fall over the room. She was dressed in a sleek, black, sleeveless dress that hugged her curves as she walked. The air around her seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, and all eyes were upon her as she approached the podium.


    Her piercing gaze swept over the assembled figures, causing fear to grip their hearts. Only Starlight''s cheeks went scarlet and her breathing got hard, while her hands were involuntarily pushed down to her crotch.


    "My fellow, Soldier, the time has come for our lord Alzeroth to return to this land, reclaim his rightful throne, and rule over the entire world."


    She stopped, then resumed.


    "But first, we must retrieve the Stone of Immunity from the Vicious Empire, which has been under the protection of the wretched Empress and which was taken from us a thousand years ago in the battle in which our lord sacrificed his life to protect us."


    "But it is our obligation as his devoted followers not to allow his sacrifice go in vain, For that reason," she paused, looking at starlight, who stood up and gave a polite bow.


    "We''ll deploy our most formidable demon battalion to bring back our Stone of Immunity."


    "Which shall be led by Our valiant General Starlight."


    This marked the beginning of a deadly battle between the empire and the demon race, one that would soon shake the entire world.

 Chapter 3.2

    {As I sat down to pen the next chapter of my novel, a weight of guilt pressed down upon me. I knew that the pace had been slow, almost stagnant, and for that, I must apologize. But allow me to explain - I had recently been admitted to college, and my attention was divided between my studies and my beloved show, "Alchemy of Souls." Now that the show has come to an end, my focus has returned to my writing, and I assure you, dear reader, that I will not abandon my craft as I have before.


    -----------------------


    Title: The flower that once bloomed now lies withered and rotten, a reminder of what once was and what will never be again.


    There are some things that are beyond explanation, some desires that we cannot let go of even when we have already found the answers. Even when we accept the truth, we continue to search for answers because the mere possibility of finding them keeps us going. These hopes give us strength during difficult times and remind us to keep living because we still have a purpose to fulfill. Despite any obstacles we may face, we remain determined to find answers. It is peculiar how humans function in this way.


    Yet I am one of them, Adriana Rineheart, a vulnerable girl whose life and future are rooted in hope.


    The esteemed Rineheart family has held a prominent position in society due to the impactful deeds of my esteemed ancestor, Richard Rineheart. He played a crucial role in the founding and development of Aragon''s empire, as well as supporting the current royal family. However, the Rinehearts are most esteemed for their role in defeating the notorious dragon lord and safeguarding the people of the empire with the aid of the Bloodfallen family, for which they are celebrated as heroes. I, Adriana Rineheart, am the oldest daughter of Lucas Rineheart the third and a proud descendant of this noble lineage.


    Although it may appear that I have been fortunate enough to be born into a well-respected and wealthy family, the reality of my life is quite the contrary. As the eldest daughter in my family, I have not excelled in the magical arts or in battle, and I am nearly incompetent in both. As a descendant of a hero, many people have high expectations for me, and the weight of these expectations often keeps me from sleeping well at night. My older brother, from my father''s second wife, is a highly regarded mage in the empire and holds the rank of major in the empire''s attack battalion. This puts additional pressure on me to live up to his accomplishments .


    My siblings hold me in contempt and my mother is often blamed for my perceived flaws. I''ve been on the receiving end of constant disrespect from my father and his second wife, Naira Elena. Despite it all, I''ve tried to keep a brave face, putting on a smile at every social event and gaining a reputation as one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom. But I am also known as "Rineheart''s Failure." I had resigned myself to a miserable existence, believing that there was nothing I could do to change my fate and just waiting for better days to come.


    But then something unexpected happened, something that shook me to my very core.


    The worst possible news hit me like a bolt out of the blue, my mother had chosen to take her own life. The shock, pain, and grief I felt in that moment was overwhelming and far exceeded anything I had ever experienced before. Plunging my already dark world into an even deeper darkness.


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    My mother, Aliza Rineheart, was a woman of remarkable generosity and skill, much like my father. She was a master of alchemy, and her spells were renowned among mages and scholars. At the young age of 22, my mother''s arranged marriage to my father was intended to bring stability to both of their powerful families, but the union was far from happy.


    My mother was subjected to constant abuse and mistreatment at the hands of my father and his second wife. She was even blamed for my own perceived shortcomings, as if her blood alone were responsible. To make matters worse, my father falsely accused her of infidelity. My mother deserved so much better, she did not deserve to be treated with such cruelty and disrespect.


    Even after everything that had occurred, my mother remained a constant source of strength and support, always smiling through the pain. As a child, I took her unwavering presence for granted, failing to notice the sadness that lurked beneath her cheerful fa?ade. How foolish I was, not to inquire about her well-being and offer my own shoulder to lean on. My mother carried a weight that I should have helped to bear, and for that, I am filled with regret.


    A regret which is constantly eating me up and leading me to despair.


    The weight of regret was a heavy burden for me to bear, as it seemed to be the only thing keeping me tethered to my tumultuous family. The idea of running away and starting anew would often cross my mind like a siren song, whispering promises of a life where I could properly mourn the loss of my beloved mother, and a place where I could simply breathe without the need to plaster on a fake smile for the sake of appearances.


    But I am all too aware that there is no escape from this powerful grip. Even if I were to flee to the depths of hell, their hands would reach out to drag me back to the cage that I so despise and loathe


    The acceptance of my mother''s death eludes me. My heart aches with a burning desire for revenge against those who caused her harm and brought misery to my life. I long to wipe the arrogant smiles from their faces and make them feel the depths of despair that I have known. Perhaps then, the shadow that has loomed over me will finally lift and I can find peace once more. It is this hope that sustains me.


    The thought of someone consoling me and promising a bright future ahead was nothing but a futile dream. My mother, the only person who offered me solace, had been taken away by cruel fate, leaving me with no shoulder to lean on.


    But one day, amidst the darkness that consumed my world, a beacon of light and warmth appeared. A boy with sapphire eyes and black hair smiled at me, his bright countenance able to lift the spirits of anyone who laid eyes on him.


    He looked into my eyes and I felt a glimmer of hope.


    "He spoke words that I would never forget, and the expression on his face as he spoke them only made them more memorable. He said, "You are in pain, aren''t you?"


    Perhaps this question seemed simple to him, but to me, it was like a needle that threatened to pierce my expressionless fa?ade. Tears welled in my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. And the trigger for this was undoubtedly him.


    "You can cry, you know," he said. "You don''t have to wear a mask in front of me. I assure you, I will not judge you for this."


    That was it, my dam breaks and endless stream''s of tears dropped from eyes and as he saw me crying he put his arm''s around my shoulder taking me to his embrace making me warm.


    I had never been so intimately close to someone of the opposite gender, and I had built walls around myself to keep others at a distance. But in his presence, something shifted within me. I couldn''t explain it, but I felt a warmth and a loving gaze emanating from him that reminded me of the only person who had ever truly loved me - my mother.


    As my sobbing stopped I looked at his face and saw him staring at me as well.


    Then he spoke something that pulled me out of my dark and gloomy world.


    "There is a saying where I come from, ''Sometimes, life will kick you around, but sooner or later, you''ll realize you''re not just a survivor. You''re a warrior, and you''re stronger than anything life throws your way.'' So don''t lose hope. Don''t give up on tomorrow. I assure you, there is something beautiful waiting for you ahead.


    Call it destiny or something else, but trust me, I am here to help. And I promise, I''ll lead you to the dreams you long for."


    He paused and then brought something out. A red bracelet which he gently placed in my hands.


    "Let''s meet at the academy," he said as he walked away, leaving me with something to live for, something to look forward to.


    This boy, who was unknown to me, had cleaned my vivid world.

 Chapter 4 : Start of a journey.

    I had been a slave of Veronica Bloodfallen for two months, and in that time, it felt as if I were living in a never-ending nightmare of constant exams. But I knew that the only way to survive was to excel in every task given to me. Despite the grueling nature of my servitude, I couldn''t help but feel a sense of pride in my ability to rise to the challenge and pass each test with a smile on my face.


    Living with the Villainess also presented me with a unique opportunity to gain insight into the inner workings of the Ministry of Mages and the ongoing war with the Demons that had recently wreaked havoc on the West continent.


    Rumors have circulated that the demons are attempting to resurrect their lord, their dark ruler. But what they need to accomplish this task, the name of the object eludes me. All that I can recall is that it is currently in the possession of the Empress, guarded fiercely under her watchful eye.


    The conflict with the demons is a strange development in the story, as it was meant to be a later plot point. But then again, my sudden arrival in this world of a visual novel is an oddity in itself, so perhaps it''s not so surprising that the narrative has shifted.


    I have been promoted to the position of assistant butler, working under the esteemed Luvric. Though it may not be a grand and glamorous position, it is a far cry from where I was just two months ago. My hard work and dedication have finally paid off.


    In this recent two months, i tried to use my powers and Skills but it seems I''m unable to. When i asked the system about this, he replied that , my mana circuit''s Have been jammed by veronica. Ugh, what a pain. Now i understand, what''s the notification meant by that.


    Veronica is more astute than I had previously realized. She''s the designated villainess for a reason, it seems.


    However, I cannot accept this state of affairs as permanent. I am actively seeking a way to remove the blocking magic and escape from Veronica''s grasp. The likelihood of getting caught up in her schemes is high, especially since I am close to her. But as I have previously mentioned, I am uncertain whether the current Veronica is truly the villain or not. The game and reality are vastly different from what I remember, and anything is possible. Even if I want to help her, I must first gain strength and interact with other characters in order to level up and gain experience points. Ultimately, even though this world may be real, it is still within a game system, and I must approach it with a gamer''s mindset.


    "I''m no hero," I thought to myself, "I''m just a player who wants to excel at every task given to me." My name is Asher Rineheart and I will not be defeated.


    Just as I was deep in thought, a sudden pain in my head brought me back to reality.


    "Asher," a voice interrupted my musings, "You still haven''t informed the chauffeur."


    The familiar voice of Mary, with its hint of annoyance, filled my ears as I turned to see her standing there, her fists clenched in anger. But even in her mad state, she looked as cute as ever.


    I greeted her with a nonchalant, "Oh hey, Mary. Today''s weather is looking quite nice, ain''t it?"


    She shot back with a scowl, "Don''t try to change the subject. Miss Veronica is already downstairs, sipping her tea, and you still haven''t called the chauffeur to bring the carriage around to the front? What''s up with you Today?"


    "Isn''t this a good thing?" I said, my voice filled with conviction. "I mean, I''m giving her some extra time to enjoy her tea." I couldn''t help but smile at the thought, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me.


    But her reaction was not what I had expected, She gave a sigh and said "You left me no choice. I''ll have to complain to luvric then" She said with a bewitching smile which I knew very well. My heart sank as I watched her turn to leave, and as she was walking away I stopped her in a desperate attempt to save the situation.


    "I-is that necessary? I was just kidding with you. You just give me 2 more minutes and I''ll have the job done," I stammered, my mind racing as I dashed off to complete the task at hand.


    My fear wasn''t unjustified, because if she reported me to Luvric, that Bastard would give me a quite tough time. Don''t get me wrong, I''m not talking about him beating me, it''s far worse than that. He would give me a book to read from Aragon''s literature, which I would have to analyze and point out what it expresses. To be completely honest, it''s fucking hard. The Aragon''s literature is far more complex than anything I''ve ever encountered and I knew I would suffer through it.


    Reaching the Chauffeur station, I informed them of Their task and then started walking towards the Bloodfallen house guards station.


    Upon Reaching , my gaze fell upon a band of soldiers readying themselves for a journey, their horses stamping impatiently as their riders polished their swords with fierce determination. In the distant corner of the barracks, a tall figure with flowing locks cascading down his back and encased in gleaming armour stood before a group of eager recruits, imparting upon them some crucial bit of knowledge.


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    His name was Mason, a commander among the soldiers under Veronica''s command. A man well-versed in the art of combat and tactics, he had been a loyal servant to the Bloodfallens for thirteen years.


    When I first arrived at the mansion, I chanced upon him while completing a task assigned to me by the Twins. Upon seeing me, he remarked that my hands and physique were ideal for a warrior, and suggested that I train under him. And so, my training began under his tutelage. He had specifically requested to Veronica to allow me to train under him.


    And her response to that was like this: ''You really want to train swordsmanship under him?'' She asked, fixing her reading glasses on her nose as she looked at me.


    ''Yes, My Lady,'' I replied with a polite bow. ''I believe that if I can excel in fighting, I can be of more use to you than I am now. And it has always been my dream to learn swordsmanship. Now that the opportunity has presented itself, I wish to take it.''


    ''Fine,'' she said. ''I''ll allow you to train, but don''t let it interfere with your other duties, especially not me.''


    ''Umm, sorry Miss, I didn''t hear the last part,'' I said, unsure of what she meant.


    ''Nothing,'' she said dismissively. ''Now go and train.''


    And so, that was the backstory of how I started my swordsmanship training.


    I waved at Mason as he, noticing me, waved back and said something to the recruits before making his way towards me.


    "Asher, what brings you here? Isn''t today your day off?"


    "No, I''m not here for training," I replied. "I''ve come here to deliver instructions from Sir Luvric."


    "Oh, well let''s hear it then," Mason said, with a curious look on his face.


    I handed him the letter that Sir Luvric had given me to deliver, and as he read through its contents, he nodded in understanding. And with that, I bid him farewell and headed back towards the mansion humming a song.


    A sense of elation swelled within me as I realized that, after an interminable stretch of time, I would finally be granted a day of respite. For Veronica, the mistress of the mansion, was to embark on a journey to distant lands, leaving me with three days of unbridled freedom.


    As I approached the entrance of the grand mansion, I saw that the carriage was already parked and a number of servants were waiting anxiously, their breath bated, for the arrival of their lady.


    "Asher, come here," Cathy called out to me as she saw me approaching.


    I joined the other servants in standing beside her.


    "Where''s Mary? I don''t see her with you?" Cathy asked.


    "She''s with Lady Veronica, going over something," I replied.


    I nodded and returned my attention to the front.


    "I wonder what she''ll wear today," one of the other servants said.


    As I stood there, I couldn''t help but think about Lady Veronica and her impeccable fashion sense. Living under her roof had taught me much about style, and I couldn''t help but think that she possessed a certain Kardashian-like allure.


    *PINCH


    I winced as Cathy''s fingers dug into my flesh, her anger palpable. "Ouch, Cathy, do you have to resort to physical violence just because you''re mad?" I grumbled, rubbing the sore spot on my arm.


    But my complaints were cut short as Cathy''s gaze shifted past me. "Look, in front of you, Lady Veronica is approaching," she whispered, her voice tinged with a hint of reverence.


    I turned to the front to see Lady Veronica. She was a vision of grace and poise as she made her way towards her carriage. Her A-line cocktail dress flowed around her like a gentle wave, the deep navy blue fabric catching the light and sparkling as she moved. The dress was paired with simple yet elegant jewelry and a pair of heels that added a touch of refinement to her look. The line of servants that stood at attention couldn''t help but stare at her in awe as she passed by. She was an embodiment of beauty and elegance, and her presence was commanding.


    Following behind her was a group of maids, their attire a stark contrast to the other servants. They were each outfitted in dark black silk maid dresses that clung to their tall and statuesque figures, paired with high heels that added to their height. Their most striking feature, however, were the blindfolds covering their eyes. They were the elite combat maids of the Bloodfallen family, handpicked and trained to serve only Lady Veronica and her father. Their blindfolds were not a sign of subservience, but rather a symbol of their unparalleled loyalty and devotion to the Bloodfallen family. They were a formidable force, both in their combat skills and their striking appearance.


    Loyalty is of utmost importance in this world, as betrayal is all too common among the nobility. Many people will claim to be your friend, but in times of crisis, they will not hesitate to stab you in the back. This is why the nobility only choose those who are truly loyal to serve them. Trust is hard to come by, and those who have it are held in high regard. The presence of the blindfolded maids was a reminder of this, a symbol of the unbreakable loyalty that the Bloodfallen family commanded.


    Beside Lady Veronica, stood Luvric, looking as stunning as ever in a crisp white butler''s uniform. The uniform was tailored to fit him perfectly, accentuating his tall and lean figure. However, instead of looking like a butler, he looked more like a groom on his way to the church to get married.


    Luvric caught my gaze, and with a smile, he waved at me. I forced a smile back, but inside my mind was consumed with disdain. ''Go away, you motherfucker,'' I thought to myself.


    Lady Veronica passed by me, and I let out a sigh of relief as I knew my freedom for a few days was guaranteed. But just as she was about to leave, she paused and turned back to look at me, as if she had forgotten something.


    "Asher, why are you standing there? Come here," she called out in a sweet, adorable way that made the other servants gritted their teeth in jealousy.


    "This bastard gets to be called in such a sweet way, while we''re working our asses off and don''t get the same chance," they murmured under their breath.


    But I couldn''t help but overhear their bitter whispers and I turned to them with a glare. "Hey, speak quieter you motherfuckers, I can hear you loud and clear," I warned them, not wanting to be the subject of their envy and resentment.


    But, I couldn''t blame them for their envy, after all, they didn''t know the reason why Lady Veronica called me in such a sweet way. The truth was, she knew that I was hoping for some time to myself and she couldn''t bare the thought of her servant having peace and freedom. It was her manipulative and controlling nature, that made her call me in such a sweet way, maybe she was in her bitch persona, that''s why she couldn''t let me have my peaceful days.


    I stood there, my heart heavy with dread as she approached me. Mary and Cathy, my supposed allies, stood beside me, pretending not to notice the impending doom that was about to befall me.


    "But, Miss," I began, trying to plead my case. "Since you''re going to your parents'' house to attend their birthday, I don''t think you''ll need me there. And with Sir Luvric going with you, couldn''t you leave me at the mansion? I''m sure Cathy and Mary would have a lot on their hands."


    But my words fell on deaf ears as she reached up, her fingers deftly adjusting my loosened tie. Her breath was hot against my ear as she whispered her threat.


    "You''re going to have fun while I''m not here. Dream on. Now come quietly, or I''ll tell Luvric to give you ten more books to finish."


    My body trembled with fear at the thought of the endless stacks of books I would be forced to read. But there was no use in fighting her. As she finished tightening my tie, she turned to Luvric and commanded him to make preparations for me as well.


    "Yes, my lady," he replied obediently.


    And so it was that the heartless villainess forced me to accompany her on a journey to the east continent of the empire, to the home of the Bloodfallen, the county of the Bloodfallen. I couldn''t help but wonder how I had become the servant of such a cruel villainess.


    A QUESTION WHICH I HAVE ASKED MY SELF COUNTLESS TIME.

 Chapter 5 : The arrival

    As I sat there, gazing upon the peaceful countenance of Veronica as she slumbered comfortably in my lap, my mind wandered back to the journey that had brought us to this point. We had been traveling for two days without respite, spending our nights in inns and our days traversing the rugged terrain of the East Continent, also known as the Bloodfallen County.


    The Bloodfallen County was a land of contrasts, a place of both great beauty and great danger. It was home to four major cities and hundreds of villages, each with its own unique character and history. But of all the places in the East Continent, none was more striking or more alluring than the city of Estradel.


    Estradel was a city of vibrant energy and unbridled opportunity. It was the second richest and most economically successful city in all the land, a place where people of all races and backgrounds came to live, work, and thrive. The city was renowned for its magnificent infrastructure and enchanting natural beauty, and it was a place where anyone could find a home and a sense of belonging.


    And why wouldn''t it be so, for in the very heart of Estradel slept a fairy known as Elvis, one of the four primordial spirits. She was a being of immense good fortune, possessing a power that mere mortals could not even begin to comprehend. Her presence alone was said to bring prosperity and peace to the city, and her dreams were said to hold the secrets of the future.


    As questions began to arise, many wondered why a fair lady would allow her peaceful domain to be overrun by thousands of people. Surely, one would assume, she would be filled with anger and resentment at such a transformation. But, as it turns out, the story of this land is one of great struggle and triumph.


    A millennia ago, this barren land was under the control of a powerful demon lord and his minions. As one might expect, the presence of demons brought nothing but destruction and misery to the people living there. At that time, the human kingdoms were in dire straits, beset by war and famine. In short, things were not good.


    But everything changed when the Aragon Empire declared war on the demons. The Aragon Empire, known in the past as The Union of Alhamra, was not always the powerful and mighty nation it is today. There was a time when it was a small, unassuming country on the southern continent, far from the reach of the demons. But a revolution occurred, overthrowing the ruling order and creating a new constitution. An Empress, whose identity is still unknown to this day, was elected. She then built a grand army, and with the blessings of the Primordial Spirits, she led the charge in destroying the demons and forcing their leader to retreat to the Dead Zone. And thus, the land was reborn and made prosperous.


    It is said that the Empress of that time made a pact with the Primordial Spirits, in exchange for their blessings. The legends tell of the ''elvis'' spirits who approached the Empress and requested that she make this city her domain, and instructed her to build a grand metropolis on this very land. But the nature of the other three demands made by the remaining spirits remains a mystery to this day. This enigma has captivated the minds of scholars and mages for generations, as they continue to search for any clues that might reveal the truth behind the pact. The details of the agreement, and the power it bestowed, continue to be a subject of fascination and study. Even now, researchers delve into ancient texts and artifacts, in hopes of uncovering the secrets of the Empress''s success in creating a prosperous and grand city, and the role of the Primordial Spirits in it.


    It must be stated that the insight I possess on this matter is not derived from my own personal experience, but rather from the literary texts that I was compelled to study under the direction of Luvric.


    Who is currently dosing off on my left shoulder sleeping peacefully with his handsome face.


    I thought to myself, "Am I a pillow for these two?" as I slowly sat up, removing Luvric''s head from my shoulders. I then gently lifted Veronica''s head from my lap before getting up and placing a pillow under her head.


    "Are we there yet?" I queried, my voice filtering through the small window that connected the carriage''s chambers to the driver.


    "Just ten minutes more, sir Asher," came the reply, the chauffeur''s tone tinged with a sense of urgency. "We are closing in on the city gates, and now that you are awake, there is something you must see. I hesitated to disturb you whilst you were sleeping, but you will understand why, upon opening the window."


    As I peered out of the window, the grandeur of the city walls was laid bare before me. The imposing fortifications loomed in the near distance, casting a formidable shadow over the entire road. The artillery towers, bristling with armaments, stood as a testament to the city''s formidable defenses. The walls were teeming with soldiers, their expressions resolute as they guarded the city with determination. The insignia of the Bloodfallen Family fluttered in the breeze, the sight of it was nothing short of brilliant.


    As I surveyed the landscape before me, my attention was abruptly captured by the chaotic scene at the gate. An army of soldiers had amassed there, their clamorous voices and frenzied movements creating a din that echoed through the air. A long line of carriages and other vehicles were stranded in the traffic, unable to proceed due to the disturbance.


    A soldier in proximity to me, sensing my consternation, approached and offered an apology. "I apologize for the disruption to our journey, sir," he said, giving a courteous bow. "Our commander, Mason, has gone to investigate the cause of the blocked road. In his efforts to clear a path for our convoy, he appears to have encountered a disagreement with a city guard officer."


    "Didn''t you show the insignia of the Bloodfallen? Isn''t that enough justification for us to pass through without obstruction? I can''t fathom why they would dare to impede our progress," I queried the soldier, my perplexity intensifying.


    I couldn''t comprehend the audacity of those who dared to halt the convoy of the Bloodfallen. Did they not realize the city itself was under the rule of the Bloodfallen?


    I glanced at Luvric and Veronica, who were still in a deep slumber, oblivious to the events transpiring outside.


    ''I had warned Lady Veronica and Luvric against excessive drinking, yet they chose to disregard my advice. Now they pay the price,'' I reflected.


    The idea of waking Luvric crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. Even if I did bring him up to speed on the situation, he would likely reprimand me for my inability to handle it on my own.


    ''It appears I must provide you with further education,'' he might say.


    Thus, I determined to resolve the matter myself, and set off towards the gate.


    "Listen we can''t let you enter no matter what you say to us , The governor has strongly restricted us to let anyone enter for a certain period of time"


    As I approached the gate of the city, I overheard a heated argument taking place between Mason, one of our house guards, and a man in his forties. The city guards stood behind the man, and both parties seemed ready for a fight to break out at any moment. The situation was clearly delicate and required swift handling.


    "The governor you are talking about is the brother of our young miss," Mason exclaimed. "And you dare to block her convoy?"


    "Hey, you bloody fool," the man retorted. "I have the authority to arrest you, and if you don''t leave now, I''ll do just that." He sneered with an air of arrogance.


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    Mason''s hand hovered over his sword hilt, ready to unsheathe it, but before he could, I stepped forward and placed my hand on his shoulder. Our gazes met, and he understood my unspoken message, stepping aside to allow me to take the lead.


    The old man looked at me curiously, taking in my appearance from head to toe. I introduced myself as the assistant butler of Miss Veronica Bloodfallen and explained that I had come to resolve the situation peacefully and hoped for his cooperation.


    He sneered again, "Go on, let''s hear what you have to say. But you bastards aren''t getting past this gate."


    Mason bristled at the man''s disrespect, but I silenced him with a gesture. I then reached into my coat pocket and took out a letter, signed by the empress herself. It was a special pass, granted to a select few, allowing them to pass through any city gates in the empire without question. This letter also held significant value, making the bearer''s existence even more unique and recognisable to all.


    I handed the letter over to the old man with care, as he studied its contents with a sense of unease.


    "Now that you have verified the contents, we will proceed into the city. We would appreciate it if you could open the gates promptly, as the head of the Bloodfallen family''s birthday is approaching," I spoke with a level tone.


    Just as I was about to depart, the old man abruptly tossed the document in my direction. I reflexively turned around to inquire the reason for his action, but before I could utter a word, he delivered a forceful punch to my face, sending me stumbling backwards and colliding with a nearby wall.


    "Haha, a slave with an attitude like that, talking to me."


    "You son of a bitch," Mason exclaimed, drawing his sword and engaging in combat with the old man. The other soldiers followed suit.


    The altercation escalated into a full-scale battle between the Veronicas soldiers and the city guards. My face was throbbing in pain, and I couldn''t help but feel a twinge of pity for the old man. Even I knew not to make enemies that were beyond my capacity to defeat.


    Suddenly, the atmosphere grew dense, and the ground began to tremble. Both parties halted their hostilities, looking towards the source of the disturbance. The carriage passengers and other convoy members also sensed something was amiss and peeked out to investigate.


    My apprehensions were confirmed as I saw Veronica, her eyes filled with wrath and an aura so menacing that the plants around her were wilting. The birds that had been singing moments ago fell silent. Her eyes, scarlet and raging like molten lava, her silver hair whipping like a tsunami. She advanced towards the gate front, with Luvric, who had previously been composed, nowhere to be seen. His expression now that of an assassin, his eyes alight with bloodlust. He held an unsheathed sword in his hands. And behind Veronica, were two of her battle maids.


    Veronica, my master, possessed an almost intuitive sense of my emotional state, a result of the slave crest emblazoned upon my flesh. She would know when I was in pain or sorrow without my having to utter a word. The old man, however, remained ignorant of this fact, and I can assure you that Veronica takes great care in protecting her possessions. It is not an act of cruelty, but rather, a possessiveness born from genuine concern - or at least, that is what I choose to believe.


    As she arrived at the scene, Veronica''s gaze swept over the entire area. Even the haughty old man, who had just been flaunting his authority, was now deathly quiet. If one looked closely, his legs were trembling with fear. Veronica turned to me as I sprinted towards her, and I lowered my head in apology.


    "I''m sorry for the trouble, Lady Veronica," I began, but before I could explain the situation, she placed her cold hands on my cheeks and pulled me close to her face. As she examined my features, her already cold eyes became even colder upon seeing the blood from my nose. Gently caressing the spot, she asked in a solemn tone, "Who did this? Who hurt Asher?"


    Mason, sensing the rage in her voice, stepped forward and kneeled, "I apologize, Miss. The altercation was not intended. We were requesting the gate be opened in a polite manner and had even revealed our identities. However, this man persisted in using his authority and threatening to arrest us if we did not leave. At that moment, Sir Asher intervened to resolve the situation and presented him with the Golden Pass, requesting the gate be opened. Instead, the man punched him in the face, and we were forced to resort to violence."


    Veronica''s gaze shifted towards the old man as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, his expression contorting with fear. The situation was quickly deteriorating, and he knew he had to speak quickly to justify himself.


    "They are wrong about this, miss," he stammered. "I have asked them to leave because the city is under lockdown. This is classified information, but seeing as your men are trying to defame me, I''ll tell you. An infamous mage has escaped from prison today and is currently roaming freely within the city. That is why Sir Raymond has instructed us to keep the gates closed until the mage is captured."


    Pausing, he looked at me, then continued. "And I said just that, but your men didn''t comply and started causing a ruckus here. So I was forced to use violence."


    "Hey, why are you lying? Didn''t we show you our golden pass? It was enough for you to overthrow your orders and let us in. But you dared not open the gate and also hurt Sir Asher."


    The old man was about to offer a defense when, with lightning speed, Veronica appeared before him, her hand clamping down on his throat. He struggled for breath as her grip tightened.


    "Mmmmh, mmam, please,, spaaare me, I''m sorry, someone save me!"


    Despite his cries for mercy and pleas for help, none dared to intervene. All present were well aware of Veronica''s immense power and prestige as the 6th most powerful mage in the empire and a respected member of the mage association.


    *BURST


    With a sudden, brutal force, the man''s head was severed from his body. Thousands of onlookers watched in horror as Veronica, now holding the detached head, charged towards the gates. The city guards recoiled in fear as Veronica cast a spell, dismantling the gate''s defensive enchantments. And with a mighty heave, the gates flung open.


    "Luvric, we shall enter now. Mason, bring the carriage," Veronica commanded.


    "Yes, my lady," Mason replied obediently.


    "Are you all well?" Veronica asked, her tone betraying only the slightest hint of concern. Mason gave a small smile in response.


    "Yes, my lady. Thanks to you, none of us were injured," he said, bowing respectfully.


    Mason and Luvric with our Soldier''s ,strode towards our Carriages as veronica with my Hand''s clasped in hers Followed suit.


    I studied her countenance intently, trying to discern her emotional state. To my surprise, I saw a hint of relief etched upon her features. Suddenly, her eyes met mine and she queried, "Are you feeling quite well, is there something amiss?" Her concern was uncharacteristic of her, and I couldn''t help but feel touched.


    "No, my lady. I am quite alright," I replied, with a reassuring smile.


    ....


    As we boarded our carriages and set off towards the city once more, I couldn''t shake the memory of the gruesome scene I had just witnessed. My legs were still trembling from the shock of it all. The old man''s dying eyes, staring into mine, haunted me. No matter how many times I had seen death, it never became any easier to bear. I had truly hoped that she would spare him, but her wrath knew no bounds.


    I couldn''t deny it, I was afraid of her. And there was nothing I could do to change that.


    In the game, she was a ruthless killer and it seems that even now, she remains unchanged. The only new thing I have seen in her is her concern for her own people.


    I looked at her and saw her staring at outside through the carriage Windows, a face devoid of emotions.


    I am uncertain of what the future holds for me. I fear that I will have to make a choice between the path of serving my mistress, Veronica Bloodfallen, who is both the person I serve and the villain of the game, in a battlefield. I do not know what I will do when that time comes. But, after being by her side for so long, I have a desire in my heart to make her a better person and to prevent the future that leads to her downfall. I have never seen her smile, and I yearn to see it one day. It is not love, but a feeling that has grown within me and a desire that I wish to fulfill.


    The carriage came to a halt in front of a palace that was so grand and imposing, it made the mansion in the capital city seem small and insignificant in comparison. The sound of the driver''s voice announced that we had arrived.


    "Here we go again," I thought to myself as I prepared to disembark from the carriage.


    We had finally arrived at the home of the Bloodfallen, a place where vampires rule and thrive.


    ...


    Amidst a verdant landscape of lush flowers, where the sky above was a shade of deep violet, a solitary figure lay upon a bed of sparkling gems. She was a woman, of an age that appeared to be in her early thirties, swathed in a thick, radiant cloth that sparkled in the light. Birds fluttered about her, their chirping a gentle symphony in the stillness of the land. Her eyes, like delicate flower petals, were closed in slumber, and her lips were like the undulating waves of the ocean. Her complexion was as fair as snow and a mole was situated just beside her left cheek.


    But all was not as it seemed, for as the woman slept, her eyes began to flutter with movement. The birds, sensing something awry, scattered in alarm, and the once tranquil sky above was consumed by a fiery red hue. The flowers, as if in response, turned to ash and the gems beneath her glimmered with a sinister light.


    The woman''s eyes slowly opened, and she beheld a void that had appeared before her. Her gaze was unwavering as she spoke in a voice that was both alluring and ominous, "Interesting. I did not know that you were still alive. It seems it is time for me to visit the world once more." And with those words, she vanished into the air, leaving behind only the remnants of a world that had been destroyed.

 Chapter 6: The Warmth In Dinning Hall And The Encounter Of An New Face

    The grand dining hall was a symphony of activity as the Bloodfallen family gathered around the long table for their dinner. The head of the clan, a formidable figure, sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding attention like a conductor directing an orchestra. The rest of the family members took their seats around the table, their conversations and laughter filling the room like a chorus, as they indulged in their dinner.


    The table was surrounded by countless servants, their hands holding exquisite dishes waiting to be served like a visual feast. The room was brightened by a chandelier, its light adding to the opulence of the scene like a finishing touch on a masterpiece.


    Veronica and her father sat side by side, her father''s presence a constant source of comfort, while her younger brother Raymond sat across from her, his disdainful gaze directed towards her like a sour note in the otherwise harmonious scene. Also present was Veronica''s younger sister Natasha Bloodfallen, her innocent laughter adding a touch of levity to the gathering, and Veronica''s mother Jezebel Bloodfallen, her background and personality shrouded in mystery like a hidden melody, known only to her and the game provided no further information about her, other than her role as the mother of the Villainess. The table was also graced by the presence of other notable nobles, their regal bearing and opulent attire adding to the grandeur of the feast. They conversed and laughed with the Bloodfallen family, their voices blending together like a symphony of high society. The clinking of glasses and the clattering of cutlery added to the lively atmosphere, as the feast reached its climax and the dessert course was served. The grand dining hall was a spectacle of wealth, power, and prestige, a true representation of the upper echelons of society.


    I stood behind Veronica, shoulder to shoulder with Luvric, heads bowed as she conversed with her father, a gentle smile playing on her lips.


    As Daniel sipped his red wine and gazed at his daughter affectionately, he asked, "How is the work going on in the capital, my dear Veronica?"


    But before she could answer, her younger brother Raymond chimed in with a taunt, "What can she be doing other than causing trouble, just like this morning?"


    Veronica cast her gaze away from the succulent steak upon her plate, her attention turning towards her brother. Her tone was measured, neither frigid nor saccharine as she offered a sharp retort.


    "Firstly, I must implore you to cease your incessant whining, dear brother, for it is unbecoming of a man of your station. And let us not forget that the death of your loyal supporter was not without reason."


    "That does not excuse your actions, Veronica," came his indignant reply.


    Their father, a man of great authority and bearing, interjected with a stern command. "Silence, the both of you. I will not tolerate any discord between our families. Raymond, your sister does not visit us often, and thus, you must conduct yourself in a manner befitting of a gentleman. And as for the unfortunate incident this morning, I must remind you that it was the fault of your servant, and thus, any argument with your elder sister is unwarranted."


    Raymond, cowed by his father''s words, nodded meekly in agreement. "As you say, father," he murmured.


    "Father, I must implore you to address this matter with the utmost haste," Veronica said, her tone sharp and urgent. "The Kingdom of Lasvan is pressing us to begin negotiations regarding the land of Zahrab. If we do not respond promptly, it will be too late to secure their support. I, along with the other nobles and the empress, fear that they may seek aid from other kingdoms. Should this come to pass, we would lose one of our greatest allies. It is a matter of the utmost importance that we begin preparations at once."


    The vast Kingdom of Lasvan, bordered by the grand Aragon Empire, is celebrated for its sophisticated technology and powerful anti-magical armaments. To draw a comparison, one might liken it to the China of our own world, yet without any claims of possession over a Taiwan-like territory.


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    The land of Zayrab, nestled within the sprawling Nagmu Forest, is a veritable treasure trove of resources. Comparable to a nation in its own right, the forest''s eastern reaches are home to the rich and abundant land of Zayrab, teeming with Asteria stone and other natural resources that can be used to construct formidable weaponry, infrastructure, and magical armaments. Think of it as  mediterranean Islands of sorts, a land so rich in resources that every nation desires a share. While the friendship between the Aragon Empire and the Lasvan Kingdom had been cordial, the recent discovery of this land has caused a rift between them, as both nations now lay claim to its vast riches. After several meetings and conferences, these two nations have been unable to come to a resolution, and as a result, their relationship has slowly begun to deteriorate. In the worst-case scenario, a war could break out between these two nations. The Aragon Empire is confident that it would emerge victorious, but at what cost? A huge number of lives would be sacrificed, and an incalculable amount of time and money would be spent. The reason the Aragon Empire wants to avoid war and at the same time assert its claim on the land is because the Asteria stone is a valuable asset for magical advancement, and the Empire is well-known for its magical prowess. If they were to annex the Kingdom of Lasvan, they would lose a valuable ally capable of producing anti-magical weapons. Additionally, if they were to go to war, it could cause other kingdoms to re-evaluate their opinion of the Empire, which the Empire wants to avoid at all costs..


    After two years of negotiations, the Aragon Empire and the Lasvan kingdom have reached a mutually beneficial agreement. In order to finalize this agreement, two prominent figures from each party will have to attend the meeting and put an end to the long-standing conflict that has plagued both sides for years.This agreement will bring about a positive change for all involved and bring peace to the region.


    It is clear that the Bloodfallens are a key factor in the success of this meeting. Their power and influence over the empire and the vampire race is undeniable. But, it is their word that truly solidifies the agreement between the Lasvan kingdom and the Aragon Empire. The Lasvan kingdom trusts that the empire will abide by the agreement, based on the word of the Bloodfallens. This is a testament to the immense value and authority held by the Bloodfallens in these matters.


    However, for some unknown reason, Daniel, the current head of the Bloodfallen family, has been postponing the meeting multiple times, causing great frustration and anger among both the mage association and the empress. It is now clear that Veronica''s trip was not just to celebrate her father''s birthday, but also to persuade him to attend the crucial meeting.She is the only one who can convince him to attend, as the meeting holds great importance for both parties and the future of the region.


    Daniel, with a soft smile curling his lips, reached out to ruffle his daughter''s hair. The sight of her brought a warmth to his heart as he scooped a spoonful of pudding from his plate and placed it into her waiting mouth. "Worry not, my dear," he said, "I have already begun preparations for the meeting. You may assure the Empress that I shall attend without any further delays. Is that to your satisfaction?"


    Veronica''s eyes lit up as she swallowed the sweet pudding, a rare expression of contentment spreading across her face. "Of course, Father," she replied, her tone infused with gratitude.


    As I observed the father-daughter duo, I couldn''t help but note the stark contrast between this Veronica and the one known to society. The normally cold and composed young woman seemed to melt in her father''s presence. The nobles around us also seemed to take note of this charming scene, each with their own reactions. Raymond, in particular, seemed to wear a mask of unreadable emotions, his eyes clouded with some unknown thoughts.


    As Daniel and Veronica engaged in their discourse, his eyes alighted upon me, causing my frame to stiffen in response. "Veronica, my dear," he intoned, a playful smirk playing upon his lips, "who is this striking young man beside you? You have not yet made an introduction." All eyes at the table turned towards me, my heart pounding within my chest..


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    "Indeed, sister," Natasha chimed in, her scarlet gaze fixed upon me, "I was curious as to the identity of this gentleman. It is the first time I have seen anyone other than Luvric in your company. Is he of particular significance to you?" she queried, her expression one of sweetness and her lips curling in a suggestive manner as she licked them, sending a sly wink in my direction.


    "Oh, he is -" Veronica began. My mind raced, would she introduce me as her slave?


    "Asher, one of my loyal followers and my assistant butler who manages my affairs under the guidance of Luvric," she finished.


    "How intriguing," Jezebel interjected, her gaze upon me as she addressed Daniel, "It is the first time I have seen you take a human as a butler, is it not, my love?"


    "Indeed" Daniel rose from his seat as the others in attendance also began to stand, but he gestured for them to remain seated and enjoy their sweets as he slowly made his way towards me.


    As he reached me and Luvric, we both bowed our heads further in respect.


    "Raise your heads, you both," Daniel said as we both raised our heads.


    "Asher is your name, correct?" Daniel asked with a tone of sweetness that was quite befitting of a powerful person like him. It was clear that not all powerful individuals were cold and filled with attitude.


    I replied without looking at his face, "Yes, my lord. My name is Asher, though it is not my full name. For some unfortunate reason, I have forgotten my past, and so I cannot tell you my full name."


    "Oh, that is sad to hear," Daniel said, "but tell me, is working under Veronica difficult? I mean, my daughter only keeps the most loyal of persons by her side, so there must be something unique about you that she saw."


    I frantically searched for a response, as I could not tell him that she had kept me as a slave, unsure if I was a spy or not. Should I tell him the truth? Or simply express gratitude? I decided to go with the latter, as I did not want to risk offending her loving father. After all, who would dare to speak ill of her and risk calling their own death?


    "My lord, working under the esteemed Veronica has been a great honor and privilege," I replied, choosing my words carefully. "She is a formidable leader, and I am grateful for the opportunity to serve her and her vision. I can only hope that my loyalty and dedication to her causes have been what earned me a place by her side."


    As Lord Daniel''s cold hands settled on my shoulders, I could feel the weight of his approval. His face lit up even more upon hearing my answer, and he beamed with pride. "A very good reply, Asher," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "In our clan, we treat those who respect and are loyal to us like family members, and you have earned that honor today with your words."


    I felt a wave of relief wash over me as he pulled me into a hug, the gesture feeling both unexpected and welcome. It was clear that Lord Daniel held great respect for those who served his daughter and his clan with loyalty and dedication, and I was honored to be counted among them.


    Releasing me from his embrace, Lord Daniel settled back into his stately seat and resumed his discourse with his esteemed associates.


    In my previous world, on Earth, I had no family. It was just me, alone with my thoughts and my dreams. I had to live, eat, play and laugh by myself. And although it was okay for me, living a life where I worked for 8 hours a day and then spent my evenings playing games and watching movies alone, it was still a lonely existence. But now, experiencing the warmth of someone considering me as part of their family, a concept that was once foreign to me, hit me hard. It was as if I had been thrown into another dimension, where warmth and love replaced the coldness and isolation of my past life. It was a feeling that I had never experienced before and it was both overwhelming and life-changing.


    As the meal came to a close, I, Asher, and Luvric escorted Veronica, along with the other servants, to her chambers. As we walked, Veronica began to speak to me in hushed tones.


    "Asher, be careful around my brother. As you have already seen, we do not get along well. But most importantly, you must be cautious around my younger sister, Natasha, while we are here."


    Her words filled me with concern, and I found myself lost in thought. I understood the need to be cautious around Raymond, but why Natasha? Though she may act a bit peculiar, I couldn''t imagine her causing me harm. After all, she seemed to hold her elder sister in high regard, and I doubted she would hurt her sister''s butler. Despite this, I couldn''t shake the feeling that Veronica''s fear was unjustified.


    "Are you listening to me, Asher?" Veronica''s voice brought me back to reality, and I quickly replied, "Yes, my lady. I will be careful, as you have instructed." Pausing for a moment, I asked, "But my lady, isn''t Lady Natasha and you have good ties with each other? It seems very unlikely that she would do any harm to me."


    Veronica stopped in her tracks and turned to face me. "Not everything you see is true. It may all be a fa?ade. I have learned that the hard way. So, as my servant, you must also understand this fact." She then turned to Luvric, "Luvric, didn''t you train him with this mindset?"


    "I''m sorry, my lady," Luvric replied, his head bowed down. "I thought you were still evaluating his loyalty, so I did not share much information with him."


    With a sigh, Veronica said to Luvric, "Well, he has gained enough points to earn my trust, so you may share all information with him as well. If not, Asher will be in danger if he does not learn how things work in my world."


    "Yes, my lady," Luvric said, bowing his head in obedience.


    After traversing several corridors, we finally arrived at Lady Veronica''s chambers. Our journey had taken many hours, as we had reached the Bloodfallen Palace in the afternoon. And after that, many events had transpired, culminating in the evening meal. Reflecting on the day, I couldn''t help but think that it had been quite a hectic one.


    As we bade Lady Veronica a good night, Luvric and I departed from her chambers and made our way to the servant quarters. To be honest, after spending six hours within the palace, I had yet to fully explore its many corners. The infrastructure was truly impressive, and the palace gave off a truly regal vibe. Each floor seemed to have its own unique specialty and mystery, and I couldn''t wait to uncover more of its secrets.


    As we reached a certain spot , where a small bridge was connected to another building which was right middle of an small swimming pool, which was supposedly the servant''s quarters. But by the looks of it , It was one hundred percent was not looking like a servant quarters, it was More like a house of a royalty. Which Made me question luvric "Is this really the servant quarters?" Luvric upon Hearing my question ruffled my hair''s with his hand with a smile he answered. "Of course not you idiot, It''s not servant''s quarters, Miss veronica has prepared this for us , the servant quarters are in another way."  That figure''s I mean i would really gone mad if he said this was the servants quarters.


    As we traversed the bridge, a blaring siren echoed throughout the palace. Before us, I observed a large number of soldiers, heavily armed and led by Raymond, actively searching for something. Luvric''s expression grew somber as he instructed me, "Asher, go to your room. There has been a reported intrusion in the palace. I will go to Lady Veronica to ensure her safety. Do not leave your room until I return." With that, he promptly vanished with his extraordinary speed.


    .....


    A figure, attired in sable garb and with a small mask obscuring her countenance, could be seen sprinting down a narrow alleyway in the city of Estradel. She was being pursued by heavily armed soldiers, their shouted commands ringing in her ears.


    Upon closer inspection, one would notice that her body was marred by several wounds, from which blood flowed freely.


    After a prolonged and frenzied flight, she found herself at a dead end, with the soldiers closing in. She winced in pain as the gash on her belly caused her agony.


    Desperately, she searched for a means of escape, but to no avail. The guards were closing in on all sides, and she was trapped. The determination that had previously shone in her eyes was replaced by hopelessness.


    But then, an idea came to her. She drew a knife from her person and spoke in hushed tones.


    "This is the only way," she murmured.


    She began to chant an incantation, pointing the knife at her left hand''s thumb.


    "In the name of the dark ruler, I beg of you, grant this ungrateful and unworthy servant the means to escape and another chance at life."


    With these words, she sliced off her thumb with the knife. Suddenly, a circle appeared beneath her, and a smile, albeit twisted, touched her lips. The soldiers, seeing the light, rushed forward, only to find her pointing her middle finger at them. Before they could apprehend her, she vanished, along with the circle.


    ...


    (Unknown pov)


    Upon regaining consciousness, I found myself in front of the grand palace of the Bloodfallens. My heart began to race with fear as the realization of my location dawned on me. The Bloodfallens were the very predators responsible for my current predicament.


    I was beside a road and not far from the heavily guarded gate of the palace. There was no chance of me entering through the front gates, but my body was heavily injured and I had lost a significant amount of blood. If I did not tend to my wounds, I knew I would not survive.


    I had to hide inside the palace until I recovered, even though it was an extremely dangerous course of action. The palace was surrounded by towering walls, which were enchanted with defensive magic, making it impossible for intruders to pass through.


    I used the last of my mana to control gravity and lift myself to the walls. I then produced a magical stone given to me by my master, June, capable of countering defensive magic up to level 12. As I touched the stone to the walls, the defensive arrays were erased, and I was able to land inside the palace.


    As soon as I did, an arrow pierced my left arm. "There''s an intruder!" a guard shouted from a nearby tower. I quickly started to run deeper into the palace, as the alarm was sounded and soldiers began to search for me.


    I moved carefully, erasing my presence as I proceeded deeper into the palace. However, my vision began to fade, and I knew my body had reached its limits. I pushed on, crossing a garden and reaching a bridge leading to a small building.


    As I started to walk across the bridge, my feet wobbled, and I collapsed to my knees. I coughed, and blood came out. I knew this was as far as I could go, and that it wouldn''t be long until the soldiers found me. Even if they did, I would be long dead by then.


    But just as death seemed imminent, a voice came to my ears. "Oh my God, you''re bleeding badly," a boy with black hair and sapphire eyes said, staring at me with concern.


    He ran to me and asked if I wanted him to take me to the infirmary. I replied, "No, I''m a spy. I''ll be killed if I go there. If you could do me a favor, please kill me."


    The boy stared at me with wide eyes and then touched the air, mumbling something to himself. He then said, "I''m sorry, I can''t let you die. I''ll help you recover. There are a lot of things I need to ask you, so I''m sorry that I cannot keep your request." He picked me up and carried me to the small building.


    I don''t know why, but even though I knew he was an enemy and there was no guarantee that he would keep his word, I couldn''t help but feel a sense of safety from him.


    Little did I know at the time, that I would come to love this same person.

 Chapter 7: Room Occupied By The New Guest

    Lying on my luxurious bed in front of me was the girl I had just rescued, though it was unclear whether she really needed saving.


    Whilst making my way to my chambers, my system alerted me to a key character in close proximity. I hastened in the opposite direction and soon found myself face to face with a black-cloaked figure. Upon removing her mask, I beheld a stunning elven girl with pointed ears, azure eyes, and hair as white as snow, yet she was bleeding profusely from multiple wounds.


    "It hurts," she whimpered as I applied a dressing to her injured hand. Desperately, she implored me to use magic to ease her pain, but my mana circuits were blocked by Veronica, rendering it an impossible task. I assured her that I would find someone who could aid her, but for the present, I needed to stem the bleeding and bind her wounds to keep her alive until morning.


    With propriety in mind, I asked for her consent before tending to her wounds. My hands were unsteady and my legs trembled, for I had never attended to someone in such a manner, particularly not a female.


    As I tended to her cuts, she regarded me with a look of apprehension. Despite her moans of agony, I applied salve and bindings to her wounds in the hopes of alleviating her suffering.


    Five hours later, she finally succumbed to slumber, her arms enfolding me, her nails leaving fresh wounds upon my skin. Although I had offered her comfort during her treatment, I did not begrudge her for it, for it was my choice to do so.


    As I gazed upon her peaceful countenance, a sense of serenity washed over me, for watching her writhe in pain for hours had taken a heavy toll on my mental state.


    "Umm, don''t leave me, mum," she muttered even as I attempted to extract my arm from her grasp. It took some effort, but I eventually freed myself and stepped outside to find Luvric, who was leisurely smoking a cigarette on a bridge.


    For a moment, my heart was gripped by fear as I pondered whether Luvric had caught wind of something, but those thoughts were quickly dispelled as he called out to me.


    "Can''t sleep, old boy?" he enquired.


    "Not quite, I had a bit too much coffee this evening," I replied, making my way towards him.


    "Coffee, you say? Oh, yes, it seems that humans have that kind of function within their bodies," he said, as if pondering this for the first time.


    Desperate for information, I asked, "Have they caught the intruder?"


    "The archer tower has informed us that the intruder has been seen entering the palace, but the search squad has yet to catch her," Luvric replied, taking a puff from his cigarette.


    Just as I was about to release a sigh of relief, Luvric''s next words made me flinch.


    "But don''t worry, it won''t be long until we find the intruder. When one enters the Bloodfallen Palace, it''s not easy to escape." I couldn''t help but gulp as I heard his words.


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    My fears were not unfounded, for the quest I had been assigned by the system was of the utmost importance and difficulty:


    [Quest: Rescue the character and help her escape the Bloodfallen Palace].


    [Difficulty: Hard].


    [Reward: Mana circuit''s Reset ]


    [ Additional Reward: Instant level up ]


    [Penalty If the quest fails:  1000 Electric shocks and The skill Appraisal will Be Deactivated]


    "The penalty, it seems, is rather steep," I muttered. "I must prepare myself for a thousand jolts of electricity and, worst of all, the deactivation of my one valuable talent - appraisal. Such a fate must be avoided at all costs."


    As Luvric spoke, I understood the gravity of the situation. "Do you have any information on the intruder?" I asked.


    "The intruder, hmm, not a great deal," Luvric replied. "But what I have gathered from Lord Raymond is that this code 9 prisoner was recently arrested by the Central Mage Association and was in temporary custody in Estradel. She was being transferred to the capital when she managed to escape the guards."


    "Ah, yes," Luvric continued, "she is an Elf, from the forbidden clan known as the ''Lunar''."


    "Lunar?" I echoed, feeling somewhat ignorant.


    "You don''t know?" Luvric said with a bewitching smile. "I distinctly recall giving you a book about ancient tribes and clans. Did you not read it?"


    "Well, I-I," I stammered, "I was curious to hear about it from you. Your explanations are always so captivating, you see."


    "Flattery will get you nowhere, my friend," Luvric said with a chuckle. "When we return to the capital, I shall ensure you receive twenty books on the ancient tribes, and I will not accept a refusal. That shall be your punishment for not reading the assigned material."


    I tried to argue, but Luvric was having none of it. "No more arguments," he said firmly. "Let me answer your earlier question.


    "The Lunar tribe, one of the oldest and most enigmatic of the elven clans, resides deep within the Azarian forest in the far eastern reaches of the Aragon Empire. Their storied history with the empire, however, is not a proud one. Known for their unyielding devotion to their deity Azural, the Lunar have long been the subject of fascination and concern among imperial officials.


    Seventy years ago, as the Aragon Empire expanded its military presence along its eastern borders, the Lunar were encountered for the first time. An official delegation, led by the respected Commander Bendwen Marker, was dispatched to negotiate with the tribe. Accompanied by a formidable army of six thousand soldiers, the delegation entered the Azarian forest with high hopes for a successful outcome.


    However, what transpired was a gruesome bloodbath. The Lunar ambushed the imperial soldiers, butchering them without mercy. The remains of the great Commander Marker were found hanging naked from a tree, his body bearing a message carved in their cryptic language that read, "Our god Azural has struck down your army, which threatened to bring disaster upon us. Leave us be, lest you suffer further losses."


    The full tale of this fateful encounter is a long and harrowing one, but suffice it to say that the Lunar remain a powerful force to be reckoned with, fiercely guarded and wary of outsiders. And so, Asher, it is time for you to retire for the night. There is much work to be done tomorrow at the palace, and you must be rested for the tasks ahead."


    "So, this was the reason for the declaration of the Lunar clan as forbidden, was it?" I queried of Luvric, who replied with a hint of bitterness in his voice, "It''s the church which declared them as such."


    "Well, I must retire for the night," Luvric said as he bade me farewell and made his way towards his chambers. However, before he could depart, I called out to him in a somewhat hesitant voice.


    "Luvric, sir," I began, "might I impose upon you with a request?"


    "Ask away, but make it quick," he replied with a chuckle.


    "Might I sleep in your room tonight?" I asked, feeling a sense of trepidation at the thought of being alone with the Elven Girl.


    Luvric''s demeanor changed abruptly. "What? I''m not gay, you impudent whelp! How dare you suggest such a thing!" he exclaimed, placing his hands in a defensive X-shape.


    For a moment, I was struck by how much he resembled a young woman in that moment.


    "I-I wasn''t suggesting anything of the sort," I stammered. "I simply fear being alone and thought that perhaps I might be able to sleep in your room."


    Luvric''s expression softened, and he resumed his composed demeanor. "Ah, I see. You should have simply said so in the first place. It''s a shame that a young man like yourself should feel afraid to sleep alone. As you are under my care, it is my duty to ensure your safety and comfort. Yes, you may sleep in my room."


    "But you''ll have to make do with the sofa," he added, "I''m afraid my bed is already occupied."


    "Oh, come on," I grumbled, not particularly enthused about the prospect of sleeping on a sofa.


    And with that, the night passed uneventfully.

 Chapter 8: The Nightmarish vision and the sudden visit to city

    "Father talk to me ,call me by my name, Father, you cannot leave me now, FATHERRRRRRR!" Lady Veronica wailed, clutching her father''s lifeless body in her arms.


    The grand palace, once adorned with shimmering lights and fragrant flowers, now lay engulfed in a fiery crimson blaze. My hands were stained with blood, the white tuxedo that Lady Veronica had gifted me now besmirched with a gruesome hue.


    The blood, however, was not my own but that of Luvric, who lay in my arms with a final, pitiful gaze. Countless figures stood beside us, their heads bowed low in mourning for the lord of the palace. The pain in the air was so palpable that it could bring anyone to their knees.


    My heart raced at a speed I had never before experienced. The smiling figure who had moments ago been sharing drinks with me now lay lifeless in my arms - the same Luvric whom I had spent the past three years with.


    "H-hey, w-why a-are you here stu-pid, go help Lady Veronica -" Luvric''s voice Wobbled, caused by the overwhelming emotions that were suffocating him.


    "Sob* Luvriccccc, wh-y y-you cannot die yet. P-please, there is so much left to learn," I cried while holding my mentor, my best buddy, my friend, my guardian. These emotions were so strong that I could not let go of them. My heart was in agony seeing the pain of Lady Veronica and witnessing my friend''s last moments.


    Luvric placed his hands on my head and gently rubbed it. "Do not cry, old boy. Take care of Lady Veronica - ahhh - for me. Although we spent very little time together, Asher, I know you will do a fine job keeping Lady Veronica safe," Luvric said, as my tears increased.


    "And lastly, you, Asher, although we didn''t spend that much time together, the memories while teaching you, the reaction you gave me when I told you to read, is quite precious to me. So what I wanted to s-say," Luvric''s voice trembled as emotions of longing and regret, a mixture of everything, were exuding from his face.


    "Take care of yourself."


    It was his last spoken word to me, which shook me to my core.


    [System: Memory Fragment (Unknown)]


    [Unknown Entity - Has Accessed into The system]


    [Closing the Unknown Memory Fragment. In 1,2,3¡ª]


    [Failed]


    Asher, who was holding Luvric''s lifeless body, looked up at the sky and spoke with red, teary eyes. If one looked closely at his lips, they could see what he was saying from his lip-syncing.


    "Please protect them this ti¡ª."


    ----+++++++++++++++++----


    With a sudden start, Asher jolted awake to the sound of shrill screams piercing through the air.


    "Luvriccccccccccccccccccc!"


    Luvric, who was fussing with his tie at the time, was taken aback by the urgency in Asher''s voice. Sensing that something was amiss, he approached his distressed friend and gently shook him by the shoulder, speaking with genuine concern.


    "Asher, my dear fellow, what''s happened? Are you quite alright?"


    Asher slowly lifted his head, his eyes wide with terror and confusion. As he gazed upon Luvric''s face, a wave of relief washed over him, and he flung himself into his friend''s embrace.


    "Thank goodness you''re alive," he gasped, holding onto Luvric tightly.


    However, the moment was brief, as Luvric swiftly withdrew from Asher''s grasp, his expression now clouded with irritation.


    "What on earth is the matter, Asher? I have no interest in such things, and you know it," he exclaimed, his tone tinged with exasperation.


    As Asher''s mind raced, he suddenly remembered something of great significance. Disregarding the lascivious Luvric, he dashed out of the room with astounding speed - a feat that appeared unattainable for any ordinary mortal.


    "Well, this is quite intriguing." and of course the sudden power burst , didn''t get unnoticed by luvric''s gaze.


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    Asher''s mind was consumed with longing for even a glimpse of Lady Veronica. He needed to ensure her well-being and confirm that the dream, or perhaps the memory fragment, he had just witnessed was nothing more than a falsehood.


    He ran recklessly, causing maids and other servants to scatter in his wake. Though many whispered about his peculiar behaviour, Asher paid them no heed. His desperation was all-consuming, and he had even forgotten to change out of his nightwear.


    After running through several palace halls and corridors, he finally arrived at Lady Veronica''s chamber. He rushed towards the room, with maids attempting to intercept him. But something inexplicable pushed them aside, and Asher breezed through the door.


    "M-my Lady, are you well?" he asked breathlessly, struggling to catch his breath. He had come to inquire about her health and her well being . However, as he gazed upon her reflection in the mirror, he saw that she was in the process of dressing. Her back and front were exposed, including her creamy-white bosom, which was reflected in the mirror. Asher was mortified and quickly looked away. "I-I beg your pardon for intruding, my lady," he stammered, still catching his breath.


    With a small gesture of her hand, Veronica instructed the maids to stop fussing with her hair and leave.


    "I apologize for intruding, my lady, and I shall wait outside while you dress," Asher said, ready to depart after the maids.


    "You need not leave. It''s good that you''re here; I was about to summon you, and you''ve saved me the trouble," Veronica said, stopping Asher in his tracks.


    As he turned to face her, Veronica was now dressed in snug black trousers that accentuated her ample thighs, a brown blouse, and a thick black coat, with her hands adorned in white gloves.


    As Asher stood frozen, Veronica checked herself one final time in the mirror and turned to face him, her expression now somewhat annoyed.


    "Asher?" Finally emerging from his trance, Asher responded to Veronica''s call, only to see her displeased face.


    "Now, what on earth have I done?" he thought, panicking.


    "Yes, my Lady," Asher answered .


    "Why are you In your sleep overs instead of Your butler suit?"


    Asher''s eyes widened with horror as Lady Veronica''s disapproving gaze swept over him. He felt like a clumsy fool standing before the queen of perfection, caught in his sleepwear instead of his proper butler suit. He quickly averted his gaze and muttered an apology, his mind racing to come up with an excuse for his inappropriate attire.


    Veronica was a stickler for discipline and propriety, as befitting her noble upbringing. In her world, one''s attire was a reflection of their inner qualities and behavior. She surrounded herself only with the most disciplined and well-groomed servants, handpicked by none other than herself.


    "Well now, no need for apologies, my dear maids," Veronica called out to her attendants as they entered and curtseyed. "Please, do dress our dear Asher in attire befitting the standard of Bloodfallen. And while you''re at it, do comb his disheveled hair."


    "M-My lady," stammered Asher, "I can dress myself. There is no need to trouble the maids." But before he could protest further, he was dragged away by the eager attendants, leaving Veronica with a sly grin on her face. She savored the sight of Asher''s helplessness.


    "W-Why  you can''t take that off!! If you do, I''ll be naked," Asher pleaded as his pants were forcibly removed by the maids.


    "Noooooooo," he cried out, "I wanted to show my nakedness to my wife first. This is sexual abuse, I say! It''s utterly absurd."


    "Please, at least let me put on my own underwear," Asher implored. "And stop staring at my holy sword."


    The screams of shame echoed through the room as the ordeal continued, while Veronica reveled in the spectacle.


    "I should do this more often," Lady Veronica thought to herself as she gazed at the curtains where the shadows of Luvric and the other maids were visible.


    ~~~


    Asher walked alongside Veronica, with her entourage following closely behind. Veronica stole a brief glance at Asher''s face and noticed an expression of despair, like that of a person who had been raped. While others might have been concerned, Veronica found herself enjoying it, and she stifled a giggle.


    Asher, with his eyes slightly damp, looked at Veronica as she stopped giggling and turned her gaze away from him.


    "L-Lady Veronica, I understand that you wanted to punish me, but what you did was quite brutal for the mistake I made. How am I going to show my face to my wife?"


    "What punishment? I don''t recall giving you any punishment," Veronica replied with feigned innocence.


    "My lady, I have come to understand your moods and moves after living with you for two months. I think I have enough IQ to know what is punishment and what is a gift."


    "Huh, don''t be such a crybaby. What I did was necessary for you. Besides, we are going outside the palace for a meeting with the Imperial Army''s general. It is only appropriate that you dress up nicely as my butler."


    Asher was about to reply when Veronica''s glare silenced him.


    "Yes, of course. I have no complaints then. My lady, if I may, is this meeting related to the recent demon attacks on the West continent?"


    "You are quite sharp, aren''t you?" Veronica said with a smile.


    "As the servant of the Great Vili - I mean, the greatest vampire lady Veronica Bloodfallen, I have to adapt myself to your intellect," Asher replied with a slight bow.


    As he and Veronica chatted. Suddenly, a voice interrupted their conversation, causing them to turn around and lay eyes on Lady Natasha. She was dressed to the nines in a sexy red gown that hugged her slender and alluring figure. The dress featured a V-shaped cut that accentuated her ample cleavage. It was a truly seductive vampire outfit.


    With an exuberant leap, Natasha flung herself into her sister''s arms, embracing her tightly. But as Veronica recoiled from the hug, her face twisted into an expression of distaste.


    "Natasha," she chided, pushing her younger sister away. "Shouldn''t you be helping Father with the birthday arrangements?"


    A bright smile lighting up her face, Natasha eagerly replied, "You needn''t worry, dear sister. I''ve already taken care of everything!" She hoped that her hard work would earn her some praise.


    Veronica merely nodded in acknowledgement, her attention already turning towards her next engagement. Natasha''s heart sank as her sister walked past her without so much as a second glance.


    "You''re headed to the city, then?" Natasha called out, hurrying to catch up with Veronica.


    "Yes, and I''m running late," Veronica replied curtly. "Do you have something to say?"


    "I was hoping to accompany you," Natasha said, interlocking her arm with Veronica''s.


    Veronica sighed, resigned to her sister''s persistence. "Very well, but we''ll have to make a stop at the market first. Asher, inform the chauffeur of our change in plans."


    "But sister," Natasha protested. "Won''t you be late for your meeting?"


    "I''ll manage," Veronica replied firmly. "We''ll make it work."


    ''Strange, Why the sudden change of plan, and what will she do In the market in the first place''  Asher thought, confused by her lady''s new command.


    Asher couldn''t help but wonder why Veronica would make such a sudden change of plans. He knew that she didn''t fully trust her younger sister, so it wasn''t difficult to guess what she was up to at the market.


    As Asher, Veronica, and Natasha embarked on their unplanned detour, the atmosphere suddenly shifted. While walking towards their carriage, Natasha''s once friendly smile transformed into a venomous glare aimed straight at Asher. The sudden change sent a shiver down his spine, causing him to glance around his surroundings for any signs of danger. However, he couldn''t detect anything out of the ordinary.


    "What was that about?" Asher pondered, "Is there something I''m forgetting?" Despite searching his memory, he couldn''t quite shake the feeling that he was overlooking something incredibly significant.