'With this, many future enemies will be eliminated.'
The casualties in the next battle would be great and, thanks to this, the vampires of the rebellion would have a much greater chance of winning. Of course, Enrico would still need to eliminate many other enemies, but that part would be in Sorin Valessia's hands once he discovered what had happened to his daughter.
'As always, master is incredible. He formed such a good plan... Could this be the potential of someone who returned from the future?'
More and more, Yumeha admired her master. She wondered what could have happened in the future to make him become that way, or if he had already been like this from the beginning and had accomplished great things on his own. She wanted so badly to know her master's life, to know everything that had happened before he became the person she knew now.
A crow perched high above let out a sound, warning her that they were being followed. Just as her master had explained, Yumeha could control crows, but that did not come from Yatagarasu's Yokai Magic. It was an ability of her second magic, awakened when Enrico, somehow, managed to awaken a second magic.
'I want to know what that magic is... But I only want to find out if he comes to tell me.'
Her second magic possessed two abilities: dissolving and controlling monsters, Nartheis, or animals. It was called Shihai and was quite different from her Yokai Magic. While her new magic did not create creatures, but dissolved those that already existed, it also did not make beings follow her out of loyalty. Instead, control was imposed by force.
Yumeha took a piece of paper and wrote a message, handing it to her master shortly afterward. Enrico quickly read it, calmly crumpled the paper, and put it in his pocket.
"I didn't ask to be followed. So, could you leave?"
A noise came from the bushes behind them. Shortly afterward, three people came out of there: two guards and a short-haired person who looked like a girl and was visibly nervous. But he was not a girl. Enrico knew exactly who he was, mainly because he had already seen an artwork of him in the original story.
'The author seems to like men with feminine appearances... Although only two have appeared so far, with Elian being the other.'
"My grandfather asked me to protect you until we get there. My name is Valen Zevran, Third Circle, grandson of Councilor Corin Zevran."
Valen noticed Corvina moving strangely for some reason he did not know. Even so, there was something in her expression that made it seem like she was understanding something incorrectly.
'He said grandson? So he's a man? Don't tell me there's another Elian... Do I have to compete with another man? No way.'
Sylas looked at Corvina and immediately understood what was going through her head before turning his attention back to Valen. He might be the grandson of a councilor, but behind that title, he was completely different from his grandfather's thoughts. In fact, his ideas were so opposite that he had gone as far as secretly joining the vampire rebellion.
'I can use this.'
"Very well. But it will only be the three of you. If there is anyone else, they can leave."
In the distance, some noises could be heard. Since Sylas was already being followed by three people, one of them being the grandson of a councilor, those who had received the order to accompany him decided to leave the task in the hands of the three.
"We will go by carriage, my lord."
One of the guards approached and concentrated magic in his hand. From the trees, a carriage began to form in the air, taking shape little by little before being placed on the ground.
"What is your name?"
"Just Verlate."
"I see. Then you are like me."
With a nod, Sylas entered the carriage. Vampires who were transformed usually abandoned their surnames and even the human names they had, keeping only the nickname given by their masters.
Valen followed him along with Yumeha into the carriage.
"Sir Sylas, I would like to ask what Lord Belthar is like."
"He is someone quite proud and careful, who always waits for the right moment to do what he wants."
Belthar was someone who had waited for his leader to die before beginning to shape his race according to his own thoughts. He was an extremely petty vampire when it came to other races, despising any species that was not his own.
He was also a somewhat cowardly vampire. He only had the courage to do all of that after Zerathis died and there was no one else at the same level who could stop him.
The seven great vampires who possessed power similar to his at that time had also been killed during the battle against those three evil gods.
Paying attention to the boy in front of him, Enrico realized that he seemed to be only one year apart from his age. Valen also seemed to think a lot, probably because he was already reflecting on the rebellion. After all, the vampires who were part of it had already secretly spoken with him.
'It's decided... Just like Ysabella, I'll make him follow the "person" with special blood.'
"I would like to talk a lot with you, Valen, but I'll take a nap for now. So keep an eye out for me... Both of you."
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, master."
Enrico closed his eyes and entered the False Water Dungeon. He had not entered it yet because, during that week, he had been focused on his planning and strengthening his own body. He also wanted to check how he had done in the first false dungeon.
'I'm going to get the maximum percentage possible now.'
[That's right. I had forgotten that, the first time you defeat a boss, you get 2%... Why did I create this again?]
'Don't give me that. It will still be difficult. Don't you remember all the restrictions you put on it?'
When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had the appearance of Kael. Enrico was surprised. Apparently, they could also shape his appearance that way inside the dungeon.
"It could be interesting to train as Kael."
Beginning to advance to face the first boss, Enrico focused on trying to create a new spell along the way. It would not be easy, as each learned spell took up space inside his mana heart, which became increasingly filled by the different magics. Since his amount of mana was still low, he could not learn many spells of the same magic.
'Besides, for some magics, I'll need larger circles.'
[Your reward is ready. Do you want to receive it now?]
"Give it to me immediately. And one more thing: why do you sometimes take so long to deliver a reward?"
Enrico raised his hand, waiting for the reward to be delivered quickly. He had no time to waste. Soon, he would need to sacrifice a pact to deceive the king and anyone else who tried to access his memories.
"I may have gotten angry because I couldn't get my reward that time, but I didn't complain much. So could you at least explain this delay?"
[...]
"Well?"
[...We can say that, sometimes, certain constellations try to interfere with us.]
The system remained silent after that and disappeared, leaving Enrico full of doubts. Even so, a certainty was beginning to form in his mind.
Someone was trying to interfere with his plan to survive.