Orignal Vampire

The Son of a Baron

In the northern section of the Glorious Empire, spring always arrives rather late.

The wind and snow that had been raging for half a year eventually subsided against their will at the beginning of April, and the warm sunshine returned to the north, igniting the recovery of everything.

However, not everyone appears to like the intense sunshine.

As an illustration, this man recently left Grey Castle.

His eyes were entirely hidden by a leather tricorn hat with an extremely low pulled-down brim. He raised his hand to slightly lower the brim while he continued to appear to feel that the sun was too intense.

This tall, gorgeous man, who appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties, was dressed in a black shirt with red stripes, crimson cross-pattern knight boots that covered his legs, and his hair was already slightly fluffy black. In contrast to the burgundy jacket that nearly touched her knees, her ballooning trousers made her appear incredibly regal.

But he appeared to be recovering from a major illness because of how pale his face looked.

: "Master Colin!"

The men in Grey Castle saluted and greeted him along the way.

However, this young master Colin seemed preoccupied and just gave a cursory greeting to the servants.

After some while, he finally came to a stop in front of a modest house, as though debating whether or not to enter.

"Meow~~"

A kitten crying indignantly next to the corner appeared to be accusing the guy of obstructing his sunlight.

Colin Angelet emerged from his reverie, turned to face the cat at his feet, and let a small smile break out on the corner of his mouth.

He squatted and extended his hand to grasp the kitten in front of him.

"Meow!" The humiliated kitten tried to escape Colin's grasp by baring its teeth and claws for a while, but it was unable to do so. As a result, it grew silent and did its best to simply gaze at the foolish human in front of it with wide eyes.

The kitten appeared to be hesitating as Colin's fingers delicately massaged its tiny neck.

"Bah-" The kitty barbed its teeth at the man after spotting him slowly begin to display his razor fangs.

One cat and one person sparred for a moment before Colin burst out laughing and put the kitten back on the floor.

Saying "Meow! Meow! Meow" The kitten meowed loudly many times as if it believed it had won the battle against the foolish humans just now.

The "defeated general" was then signaled to come and serve its master right away as it deftly laid down, rolled over, and revealed its belly.

Unfortunately, the dimwitted person chose to disregard it and instead stood up and entered the hut.

When they spotted Colin, the housemaids, who were preoccupied, were a little taken aback. They abruptly put their work on hold and carefully posed the question:

Colin the Master, why are you here? Dinner will need to wait till later. We can make afternoon tea for you first if you're not hungry.

"No, I'll just go for a walk." Colin looked around the kitchen and inquired, "Today's dinner is venison?" when he noticed the reindeer with its limbs tied in the corner.

I agree, Master. Carrots, vegetable soup, bread and butter, and wine are all added to a stew of venison.

No need for wine, make a glass of deer blood for me, Colin said, rubbing his parched lips together.

"Okay." The maids nodded despite being a little taken aback.

According to their perception, only the Baron enjoys drinking deer blood, and Master Colin's taste has always been relatively mild.

Following Colin's explanation, he turned around and departed, but as he approached the door, he seemed to recall something, so he turned around and commanded:

"Add another serving of raw garlic."

I agree, Master. The maids answered right away.

I was also quietly grumbling that Master Colin's taste was getting progressively worse.

A row of candles and the flames in the fireplace lit up the dining area on the top floor of Grey Castle as night fell. Although the hall's design was fairly opulent, it nevertheless had a gritty vibe.

Above the fireplace hangs a kite shield carved with the face of a raging bear, which is surrounded by variously styled paintings and stuffed animal heads used to display the owner's prowess.

"Master, a few days ago the wine cellar bought a few barrels of white wine from Winster Manor. Would you like to test it?

The butler Eamonn stood behind Colin with his hands bound after the servants had laid the table and suggested in a low voice:

Since Winster's rainy season was brief and sunny last year, this batch of wine ought to be of high quality and pair perfectly with tonight's venison.

Eamonn was really concerned when he heard about Master Colin's strange behaviour in the kitchen today.

Aemon had little faith for the impolite Baron Angelet, but he had high hopes for Master Colin, the butler who wished to elevate the Angelet family's taste.

Master Colin unexpectedly requested that the chefs make deer blood and garlic today!

Eamonn believed he had to take action.

The Angelets must be a classy family!

"Okay." The butler's remarks touched Colin, and he nodded in accord.

After beaming broadly, Eamonn swiftly poured Colin a glass of white wine.

"Is there anything else you need?"

Colin motioned with his hand, saying, "No, you go do your work."

"OK."

Colin was the sole person still inside the deserted restaurant as the butler's footsteps vanished from outside the door.

Colin was the only person seated at the large, empty dining table because his mother had passed away many years prior, his father, Baron Angelet, was away at war, and his sister had already tied the knot.

He didn't appear to be lonely though.

Colin ate the food in front of him rapidly, drank white wine, and stared in a stupor at the remaining deer blood and garlic.

He eventually drank a glass of wine before picking up the glass of deer blood, frowning a little, and putting it to his mouth.

Colin swallowed it all in one go because there was no fishy scent as anticipated or any queasy feeling.

somewhat sweet.

Colin licked his lips in confusion as to whether he should be glad or unhappy.

"Did he actually go back in time and turn into a vampire? Colin murmured.

He then set the cup down, pulled a roll of parchment from his arms, stretched it out on the surface, and penned words that had no connection to the outside world:

Normal food is unable to elicit any taste sensations or a sense of fullness.

Drinking deer blood can boost physical energy and provide great satisfaction.

[Additional blood will be tested...]

Colin sighed and set down his pen.

He now wishes that there would be a "Beginner's Guide to Time Travel" and a "Vampire Survival Manual" that he could refer to rather than having to make assumptions and experiment on his own.

Even without these, he would still need to go back in time and become a member of this world's existing species in order to tell Colin exactly who he was, what upgrade paths he had, and even allow him to become a teacher or anything.

Unfortunately, there are no records of vampires in this alternate reality that is comparable to the Western Middle Ages.

Elves, orcs, trolls, naga, and extinct dragons coexist in this realm along with other creatures.

However, there aren't any vampires.

Colin thought he might have created the first vampire in history.

He was a little concerned about this.

Because vampires weren't real in his original world; they were just fantastical creatures.

All of their perceived strengths and faults are made up.

Additionally, the settings in many works vary slightly.

Colin must now experiment on himself in order to completely comprehend his new body and new position.

He has discovered that he actually resembles the storied vampire so far.

Bloodlust, photophobia, immortality...

Undying, indeed.