Taming My Vampire Servant - Chapter 219
“Drakeena… DRAKEENA!” King Yama screamed, embracing his wife. As his tears streamed down his cheeks like waterfalls, memories of the past flashed in his mind.
Hailing from humble roots and working as a young miner in his hometown in Topazeon, Yama Dragonicus knew what poverty was like. Their bloodline had a very low rate of producing Masters, so he was regarded as the hope of their clan. So when he received a letter that it was finally the right time for him to summon his Servant and train at Qawiun Academy, his family sold their house and land without his knowledge to give him as many coins as they could for his allowance.
Yama remembered the day he summoned Drakeena in the arena’s summoning circle at Qawiun Academy. She was the most elegant and refined woman he had ever seen in his entire life. As his Nymph Servant, she served him dutifully, making sure that all his personal needs were taken care of.
He only learned that his family became penniless when he went back to Topazeon on his graduation day. Because of his worry that his family might do something against his will once again, he applied as an officer in the Inventory Office instead of applying for the knight position in the Castle.
But he did not expect that an angel would come from heaven to speak with him in his dream.
Yes, he thought that Goddess Destinia’s messenger Lyria was a holy and pure soul. It turned out she was just a demon in an angel’s disguise.
Lyria influenced him saying that he could be the most powerful and richest man in the kingdom, and he could give his family the life they deserved. There was a condition, however: to gain the people’s trust, ruin the Silverblade royal family, and overthrow the Silverblade King.
At first, he did not agree, because he knew that it would be a big problem for the whole Kingdom of Destinia.
But as a young man who had strong desires, he succumbed to the tempting offer when Lyria said that with her power, she could make it possible for Yama to have a romantic relationship with his own Servant.
After their deal, he roamed around the Kingdom, doing good deeds as a front while spreading bad rumors against the Silverblade family.
“I shouldn’t have taken that offer… Then maybe I…” the King couldn’t stop crying when he realized his mistake. If he knew that Drakeena would die this way, he would’ve chosen to be with her in a Master-Servant relationship forever. He shouldn’t have drowned himself in the riches of the Kingdom; he shouldn’t have become too greedy in his life.
Drakeena’s body slowly crumbled into pieces, yet, even in her last moment, she continued to smile at Yama.
The Dragonicus King let his last teardrop fall on her ashes as he gripped on his sword tightly. Slowly, he lifted his weapon up to his throat, looking at his enemies with pain and remorse in his eyes before slitting his throat. He dropped down to where his Nymph Servant vanished while the blood continued gushing out his lacerated neck.
Prince Levian and his allies looked at the seeping fresh blood from the dead body of the evil King. With the scheming father and son gone, Levi’s allies cheered for their victory, yet, the prince could not fully celebrate because he was not yet sure about the status outside the palace. He ordered his allies to ensure that there were no more enemies around the castle, so they all marched around, checking for any traces of their enemies.
Ivory, together with all the other Werewolves used their wolf form to trace enemies better. Their heightened hearing and smell would be twice effective in that form.
After making sure that nobody would go against them within the castle, they fetched Preston and Mermaine from the prison beach. Prince Levian walked side by side with Ivory into the front line as they all marched towards the castle’s fortress.
They noticed that a large part of the castle wall had already crumbled down. By sneaking into the forest connecting Prisma and the castle fortress and replacing the roaming knights, Zen Silverblade and his men were able to set their foot in front of the castle without any commotion.
It was also the intelligent young man’s invention of using non-magic means to break down the walls. His tactic made the enemies unprepared because of their confidence that the enchanted walls would protect them against any spell, giving the Silverblade allies an advantage. Aside from Zen, Principal Zwain Arthurdane also gave assistance. Together with the support of some academy graduates who were supporters of the Silverblades, they were able to trace all of the Dragonicus clan’s allies and capture them.
Levi, Ivory, and the others marched out of the castle afterwards. The Silverblade prince raised an old flag, filled with royal blue color and golden borders. The flag had a wolf’s head embroidered in the center. In addition to this, a whitish sword was diagonally stitched behind the wolf’s head.
When they got out of the castle’s premises, their allies were already waiting for them, and the morning sun peeked at the horizon.
But there was a disturbance ahead.
One of Levi’s men came running to them as soon as he got off his horse. He said, panting, “A horse… A horse was flying…”
Levi patted the man’s shoulder, “Please calm down… We can’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Your Highness… Someone’s looking for you, and he made his horse fly above the broken bridge using Air magic-”
He paused when he heard a horse’s loud neigh behind him. The man turned around, “Ah, he’s here!”
When Levi saw the armored horse and the one riding on it, he narrowed his eyes, “What are you doing here, Vampire?”
Sigmund got off the horse, then looked around. All were Werewolves, and there was no sight of his beloved Ivory. Everyone only had the holy Silverblade mana in them.
He then remembered what Helios told him a while ago: “Oh, and by the way, be more cautious of Prince Levian. He found his Werewolf Servant. If you want to save Ivory, you have to kill that wolf.”
Sigmund’s emotions of longingness for his beloved Master made his crimson red irises glow.. He made his wings appear, and later on, he couldn’t control his anger anymore.