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Soon, they reached the Eighth City.
The moment Alan entered its skies, every vampire within the city awakened. One by one, they stepped out from towers, streets, and halls, bowing deeply as his presence passed over them.
"We welcome the Blood Consort," they proclaimed in unison.
Many turned toward Latina as well, offering their blessings and congratulations.
When they arrived at Latina's mansion, the atmosphere shifted.
Inside stood only five individuals.
They all turned their gazes toward Latina and Alan the moment they entered.
"Congratulations, Sister!"
A childlike vampire was the first to move. He rushed forward and hugged Latina tightly, then glanced up at Alan with curious crimson eyes.
It was Noll, the one with the Authority of Compassion. So, he was the one who loves his siblings very much.
The others remained where they were, their expressions far more restrained.
One of them stepped forward slightly, his gaze sharp as it settled on Alan.
"…I sense Tiramet and Elfin Stone from him," he said slowly.
"He must have defeated them."
The room fell silent.
The weight of that statement pressed down on the hall as the siblings studied Alan with renewed caution—and interest.
Latina squeezed Alan's hand gently.
"These are my remaining siblings," she said calmly.
"And this," she added, pride clear in her voice, "is my husband."
The air grew heavy with blood-aspected mana.
"Well, if Mother acknowledges him, it's good enough for me," Yetima shrugged casually.
Cray nodded in agreement.
Ruson, however, looked down at Alan with undisguised contempt.
"Marrying prey… how pathetic."
Alan met his gaze calmly.
"Then why don't you fight this 'prey'," he said evenly,
"and see who the real prey is."
Ruson's eyes turned blood-red as killing intent burst from him.
"You will die," he growled.
Alan smiled faintly.
"Are you afraid?"
That was the last straw.
Ruson lunged forward, his body blurring as his claws shot toward Alan's throat.
In the same instant, Alan drew his sword, his stance steady as he prepared to counter.
But before Ruson could reach him—
A figure moved.
Faster than Alan.
A blur of crimson intercepted the attack.
Clang.
Latina stood between them, her hand gripping Ruson's claw mid-strike.
"Oh?" Ruson's eyes widened slightly.
"You stopped my attack."
The hall fell silent once more.
Latina's crimson gaze hardened.
"This is my husband," she said coldly.
"You will not raise a hand against him."
The blood-aspected mana in the hall surged violently—Authorities colliding and pressing against one another.
To everyone's astonishment, Latina moved first.
She twisted Ruson's arm effortlessly, the sound of cracking bone echoing through the chamber, then drove her foot into his chest. Ruson was sent flying, crashing violently into the wall before collapsing to the floor.
Silence followed.
"…So it's true."
This time, the voice belonged to Fenrir.
Unlike his siblings, his presence was calm—almost unnervingly so. There was nothing savage or feral about him. If not for the overwhelming pressure he released, one might have mistaken him for a human noble rather than a vampire.
Yet the aura surrounding him was far greater than the others combined.
"It seems you truly gained another Authority," Fenrir said, rising slowly.
"The Authority of Domination, no less."
His gaze shifted from Latina… to Alan.
"She continues to use us as tools of war," Fenrir said bitterly,
"even after she was sealed away."
Alan glanced briefly at Latina before stepping forward.
"I don't approve of her methods either," Alan said calmly.
"I think she's a coward."
Every vampire in the hall stiffened.
"I would never let my children fight a war for me," Alan continued, his voice steady.
"If I wanted gods to fall, I would be the one to kill them—rather than waiting for my children to defeat one for me."
The hall fell deathly silent.
Fenrir stared at Alan, his eyes narrowing—not in rage, but in sharp interest.
"…You're different," Fenrir said slowly.
Then he removed his coat, letting it fall to the floor.
"But words are just words," he continued calmly.
"Prove it to me with your strength."
Alan nodded once.
"Gladly."
Fenrir smiled.
Just as they were about to step forward—
"Oh? A party… and no one thought to invite me?"
The voice echoed softly through the hall.
In an instant, everyone except Alan stiffened. Blood froze in veins, instincts screaming submission. Even Fenrir's expression tightened—if only for a moment.
Alan alone remained unaffected, protected by his legendary resistance.
A figure stepped inside.
Marie Rose.
The being who transcended the Mother of all vampires.
A being comparable to the gods no she is level of Dragon atleast.
With each step she took into the hall, reality seemed to bow. Blood-aspected mana condensed so densely it became suffocating. Domination flooded the space—not as an attack, but as an absolute law.
Kneeling was no longer a choice.
It was instinct.
Every vampire present was forced to submit, their bodies trembling under her mere presence.
Marie Rose smiled faintly, her gaze finally settling on Alan.
"Well then," she said softly, amusement lacing her voice,
"Didn't you say you would marry me? Yet here you are, already married to my sister. What exactly is the meaning of this?"
The hall held its breath.
Alan, however, did not.
"Of course," he said calmly, without the slightest hint of shame.
"As a gentleman, it's my duty to help all lonely women."
Every vampire froze.
"Your sister, due to being an overpowered vampire," Alan continued seriously,
"must have been lonely—just like you."
Marie Rose blinked.
"And since you yourself said I can only marry you after becoming the Blood King," Alan went on, nodding to himself,
"I decided to help her for now."
Silence.
Absolute, soul-crushing silence.
Marie Rose—who had worn an amused expression until now—looked at Alan as if she were reassessing the laws of reality itself.
Latina stared at him.
Then face-palmed.
Hard.
Even the other vampires began to wonder if Alan's head had been damaged somewhere along the way.
Alan, oblivious, added one last line.
"In short," he said plainly,
"I'm a man who plans to have a big harem. Excuses aside."
The words echoed through the deathly silent hall.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Marie Rose finally broke the silence.
"…Interesting," she said slowly.