But strangely, the more time I spent with him, the more I realized his nature... strange and crazy. This madness, on the one hand, was far beyond that of my father and all the people I had met, but different from the others. He loved and constantly encouraged me to suck his blood. It's not a problem, but the strangest thing was that he liked to drink my blood too! I mean...he's a human, isn't he? So why did he have such an obsession with my vampire blood?

I would even have sworn to have momentarily seen his canines pushed in his mouth while he drank my blood to regenerate his own one evening. That was one of the conditions this lady had imposed on me; I had to offer him a small amount of my blood if I wanted to suck her son's blood.

What a strange and incomprehensible mother; she not only vampire home, but she even proposed this latter to offer her blood to her son, although she told me not to try to turn him into a vampire?!

But the strangest thing, above all, was that Kasel could not recognize me during the day; no matter how I tried to interact with him, he looked at me with the same confused eyes as if it were the first time he had met me. After my frustration, I quickly realized that it was her mom's fault for erasing all my existence traces in his memory. Even if I had tried to remove this spell with Lucie's help, for the first time, she had been unable to satisfy my expectations, saying that she could not detect the slightest magical energy's trace in his body.

With this helplessness' feeling, my patience could no longer be contained in my body. The real Kasel, who is with me in the night, who exudes a presence and an implacable aura, was the opposite of the inexpressive type who seems to have a seal that seals his emotions. I hated to see him like that; I hated his mom, who played with her son's emotions as if he were nothing more than a vulgar puppet. That must stop, no matter what I do to achieve this goal. I'm tired of killing wandering vampires in front of his door every night; I'm tired to used by this strange lady as if we are nothing more than her subordinates.

Then comes this particular night, after five short years...

Kasel is a human; his life expectancy is the opposite of mine. If I do not decide more quickly, he will grow old and die like all other humans; by a simple flapping of flies wings! Not to mention that if I turn him into a vampire, he will no longer be only a lover of the night but of every day, and this lady will no longer have the privilege to erase our memories in his mind. Although Lucie told me that after his turning, he would forget all the memories we shared...

As long as I have mine, we can always resume from the beginning. I don't care about anything that will happen to me afterward. I spent one hundred and forty long years in a perpetual hell, not only hated by the only person I knew but suffering countless tortures, which would take an eternity if I tried to mention them all. So why would I worry about the warning of this lady who sees her kid only as an object of fun?

(The witches are no different from vampires.)

She goes to work early in the day and returns late at night. She could spend more than a week without allowing her son to greet her. In another way, this man's daily life is no different from what I had. No wonder she gave me the right to drink her son's blood; even if her madness... does not yet compete with my father's, it's only a matter of time before she reaches his level.

That night, when I returned home, I ordered Lucie to throw him a guiding charm that would take him to my home, To perform the transformation ritual. I couldn't charm him myself since he was immune to my charms; his mom is a witch, after all, so it was not surprising. And if I tried to perform the ritual at home, his psychotic mom would surely intervene; I didn't want to have unpleasant surprises. Although I met his mom almost every night, I did not talk to her; even a greeting was something that did not happen between us.

Fortunately for me, everything went well as I had planned. I had guided him to my house around 8 p.m., knowing that his mother was returning around 3 a.m. and usually only spent one or two hours at home before disappearing again without leaving any trace of her; I was able to make all the preparations and almost completed the rituals without any problems.

As it was my first time turning a human into a vampire, I asked my grandmother for advice.

But even if she was surprised, she didn't ask more after noticing my empressement; she then just explained the procedures to me.

And she assured me that with my mother's bloodline, I would not need a magic circle to transform it. I just needed to empty him of his blood and take advantage of this period before he died by exsanguination and provide him with my vampire blood.

In other words, I needed to make a hole in his chest and pour my blood directly into his heart. Even if it's inhuman torture, it was the process that the vampires of royal blood did to create another vampire... who will automatically become a noble vampire. But since I have not entirely inherited the royal lineage, it will not be a surprise that he is not a noble vampire; but I don't care about his strength; I would become the wall that will stand between him and all those who look at him with evil eyes.

...

The ritual turned out to be easier than expected.

But after his 'turning,' I quickly realized that he was not what he had to be. These eyes, these two pairs of other fangs, and this strength almost compete with mine when he has just woken up and has not even spent a month assimilating his powers... he is not a vampire; in any case, not like the vampires I have known during my long years.

Even if my body and soul shouted at me to inquire with my grandparents, I couldn't decide if it was a good idea or not; his mother's warning constantly haunted me. But even with all this agitation, I had uncontrollable excitements that revived my soul with all kinds of emotions. He Isn't a typical vampire? But he remains a vampire. He can drink my blood, his charm works on an average vampire who had been turned for more than a year, and his strength even rivals a noble vampire of viscount rank!

What more am I looking for? Not to mention that his memories seem intact and that he managed to accept his current situation with fearlessness...Umm~, I can die in peace!

Nah,

Not yet.

His emotions make him a little impulsive; even if I couldn't dream better, he must keep a low profile until we learn more about his vampire powers. He finally became the same person I met every night, even though it was daylight; As I suspected, the person I met every night was the real Kasel.

I understand why these two twin pervs suck each other's blood; this feeling drives me crazy. Not to mention his blood, which now has a more exciting euphoric taste than before... is it a good idea to let myself be dragged into this toxic madness?

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Kasel,

I don't know how long it's been since I found myself in this madness with her, but one thing I'm confident... that I'm now addicted to this madness, and I think I would go crazy with her if it continues longer. I felt like I had found all the f*cking ecstasy I had forgotten for eternity.

"Ahem, Lady Evelyne, I'm back, and I brought Lucie with me."

But reality suddenly struck my face following the sudden appearance of this masochist, Sofia.

Raah!

She’s annoying, more annoying than any predator on this planet. And when I found my spirits, I realized that we were no longer on the sofa but on the steps of the stairs leading upstairs. While I was sitting on the stairs, she was sitting on my knees in an ambiguous position, but that did not bother her; on my side...I couldn't dream better!

Is it even helpful to ask me this question? This girl... The beauty's quintessence was in my arms; I, who the goddess of love cursed?! It seems that this curse has risen on me. I removed my fangs from her neck while looking carefully at the living room, which was now like a battlefield.

That's crazy; how did we make the living room more deplorable than before? But more importantly, this little demoness does not seem to want to regain her spirits. Even if it annoyed me to want to return to reality, I need to know more about capital information before continuing to wander in this euphoric sea.

At the same time, my gaze crossed the emerald eyes of a girl with long dark black hair... who was looking at us with dismay. I looked at this cute girl who seemed to be the same age as me with a frown. Besides the feeling of already meeting her, I also had the impression of seeing my twin sister's look-alike.

This feeling was not because of her appearance, which is also different from my twin sister, nor their behaviors that are the opposite of each other; contrary to this cuteness she has, my sister is more open to the point of being a little... unique. The reason was because of this strange glow that emanated from this girl. Just like my mother and twin sister, she had a kind of ethereal aura around her, except that the sister's atmosphere was several times stronger than her own. That's why I constantly called her Light Woman, even if she hated this nickname.

'But then, why did I feel that from a stranger?' I asked myself while unconsciously petting Evelyne's head which was constantly sucking my blood.

"Mi-milady..." she turned her eyes away with strange redness on her cheeks. But her barely audible voice was still able to help Evelyne to return to herself.

I could feel her fangs coming out into my neck, followed by a little shiver when she licked the small nets of blood that flowed from my neck to my chest. "You're sweeter than before, Kasly~." She says while licking her lips with euphoric eyes.

Ugh! K-Kasly? This little demoness, I suppose, that she's still not fully awakened in her euphoric delirium.

"Who is this girl?"

I whispered to her while my hands were still entwined around her waist. For a reason I don't know, I felt like I had regained some control over my emotions after...this special session.

Not to mention my concern, I felt I was with someone I had always known. It was so incredible that it would become scary for most people. But who was I to worry about these useless thoughts?

"Oh, she? She's Lucie Morgan, the witch who has been managing my business from an early age." She gave me this brief explanation while getting up from my knees.

But when I heard the word 'witch', something puzzled me. I had a halt in my head while I looked carefully at this girl, constantly soaked in this ethereal aura, with sudden questions that overwhelmed me.

"I-I'm glad to meet you, Milord." - Lucie

I must admit that this girl's nervous tone only made her cuter. But I didn't care about that at the moment. It may have been my eyes that played tricks with me, but it seemed that I was the only one to see this little fluffy creature with snow-white fur and four small tails, without forgetting its purple eyes and fox ears. A fox? Probably an arctic fox, but why does he have three other tails?

My curiosity forced me to approach this girl who had a little white fox on top of her head. At that moment, I didn't care about Eve frowning, nor this masochist who had reticent eyes, not to mention Lucie herself, who retreated as I approached her with my garnet-yellow eyes.

But seeing her retreat, my speed suddenly exploded, and I instantly appeared in front of her and caught her hand before she moved away from me again. But just at this moment... "Hiiic~!! M-Milord! Even if you have trouble controlling your thirst, my blood is not juicy!!"

Her cute voice resounded in the living room as she closed her eyes while shouting to ask for help as if I were... a r*pist! O goddess, the curses are still in place!

Why is she afraid of me? Isn't she a witch? These strange women who make lightning and fireballs appear like "Pouff!!"?

In short, if I don't explain myself, the little demoness who is back would risk creating severe problems for me. I can feel her burning look on me even though my back is turned. Fortunately, I don't need to worry about this level since Goddess curses me.

"Be quiet; I just want to take a closer look at this little creature that looks at me with hostile eyes," I say, trying to touch the little fox's head to confirm my suspicions.

I absolutely had to know if it was a hallucination or not; because...I hate the enigmas.

-GRAAAGH!!

But just before my hand reached the fox's head, I got my answer when he clawed my hand with its cute roar. But strangely, although my wound was more profound than I thought, I did not feel the extreme pain I expected. But the most surprising thing was not my wound that had regenerated even before I lost three drops of blood, but the strange energy that emanated from this little Arctic fox!

Even if its attack had surprised me, I could permanently retire my hand before it was injured, but since I was convinced that it might be the fruit of my imagination, I did not see the point of avoiding his attack; it was also to confirm the integrity of its existence.

"Huh?! Did Vixy directly injure you? How is this possible?! Wait...could you able...to see my little Vixy?" These countless questions by her woke me up to my astonishment.

Honestly, even if I don't understand why it seems strange that I could see this little fluffy creature, which resembles the line of Arctic fox if I forget its four tails, I could still see it as I saw everyone. "Vixy? Is that my aggressor's name?" I asked with a subtle smile when I saw its bloody eyes.

"Darling, what are you both talking about? Lucie, you dare attack him with your magic?!" My curiosity bubble suddenly burst when I felt Eve's hostile presence. Her eyes were as crimson red as when she learned of Alfred's presence in her house. On a certain level, she looks more like a newborn than an experienced vampire, with her unstable emotions.

"Sigh, it wasn't she who hurt me; it's this fox above her head," I say by pointing my finger at the fox who strangely wanted to bite my finger. But the most important thing was to stop Eve's madness before she committed something... irreparable.

But when I saw their confusion, my heart got heavier. I wasn't an idiot believing that I was starting to create fantasies for myself; it was just that I didn't like this difference that moved me further away from normal vampires; being unique is good, but being abnormal... it's bad! First my eyes, then my canines, and now...Did I begin to see and touch a creature that is not supposed to be seen or felt by vampires?

I can guess, just by seeing Eve and Sofia strange looking. Not to mention this witch who had forgotten her fear and was now looking at me with starry eyes that dazzled me with their glow.

It's time to give answers.