Duke Luther D’Arcy was the first instructor at Genus Academy to teach the Elite Class.

No students in the elite class, even the young ruler of the Blood Clan, had any concerns about his high status among the vampire race and his verified strength.

Even if most students were perplexed by the brief exchange of words between Instructor Luther and Athan Vladimir, they couldn’t dispute that the vampire duke in front of them was capable of annihilating any city or territory in this world. This vampire is of Duke level. Among the Fenrir Tribe, he is akin to the elders who have lived for hundreds of years or a Cardinal who is just slightly weaker than the Pope.

Luther D’Arcy overlooks the student’s astonishment and amazement in class. A slender wooden baton pointer emerged in his palm, a single wave of it made all of the students’ books open in front of their faces, and they couldn’t ignore it. They all extended their hands to grasp the book.

“Since there are no more questions, we shall begin the class in history. There are different types of races in this class, so I would first begin with the history of the Vampire race, followed by the Werewolf race, and finally the human race. This is not to show bias on race as I am only following the curriculum given by the Headmaster. Don’t overthink anything,” said Instructor Luther. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝑙．𝑐𝘰𝘮

“When the vampire race was not yet called vampires, there was only one existence that summarized the real meaning of blood. The Blood Lord. The Blood Lord is the Progenitor of the Vampire Race. He doesn’t age and doesn’t need to eat food or drink blood to live. His vessel is capable of regeneration that only takes an instant to activate. He is an Immortal and the closest being to God.”

“The Lord of Blood had no weaknesses. Sunlight, Holy Water, and Light Elements are incapable of harming or killing him. Because he heals quickly, no wounds or scars remain on his body. Nothing exists in this world that is capable of inflicting permanent damage on him. Because he doesn’t age, humans feared him. They consider him a monster, a deviant that cannot exist with them.”

“Therefore the Supreme Lord built a fortress within the Dark Forest, a prohibited place surrounded by darkness and miasma that left humans powerless; there are also countless monsters that have lost their minds due to the effects of miasma that live in this forest, and they enjoy blood and flesh the most.”

“But human greed is uncontrollable; there are some who heard about the sleeping immortal in the depths of the Dark Forest; no one knows where the rumors spread saying that drinking an Immortal’s blood, even a few drops, would extend someone’s life; it wasn’t a cure like an elixir, but rather a legend for longevity.”

“Some humans crept into the Dark Forest. Many sacrifices were made. Thousands of people entered the Dark Forest, but only fifty humans successfully reached the Dark Forest’s center. Fifty out of 1000 humans that entered the forbidden realm lived, while the others all died.”

“When they reached the depths of the dark forest, they saw a huge castle hidden in the center of the woodland. They had discovered the location of the Blood Lord’s residence. Those survivors all thought they had discovered a treasure grove, but among them asked the group to be on guard. Such a huge castle, there is no way there are no traps scattered within it.”

“These people disregarded the Intelligent person’s warning and approached the castle not only unprepared but also carelessly, trying to touch everything within and grab anything they could from within, unaware that disaster was already towering over their heads as soon as they arrived.”

“Among them is a single human who was abandoned by his squad just because he requested that they not enter the castle without a strategy; the rest of the crew felt slighted and murdered the one man among them who recommended something different for their protection.”

“They stabbed that man and left him dying outside the massive castle’s gates as the rest of the team entered without remorse for the murder they had just committed. 49 men entered the castle unguarded and died as a result of the traps. Among the 50 survivors, only two had made it to the throne room, one having lost a leg and the other an arm and an eye.”

“They stole the blood of the sleeping man on the throne. No one knows the reason for his deep sleep, but he just sat on his throne leaning his head on one of his open palms. His eyes were tight and those almost white eyelashes were long and thin.”

“What puzzled the two intruders was that the man on the throne didn’t appear to have a heartbeat and his skin was almost as cold as an old corpse. Despite this man’s skin being cold, his body still had blood. They stole a few droplets, but what they didn’t expect was for the man sleeping on the throne to suddenly open his eyes.”

“Those who have seen him sleeping think how tranquil this sight is; such unrivaled beauty, even his sleeping body is enough to equal a masterpiece. The two Intruders greet the man’s eyes as if meeting a pair of moons or admiring a snowstorm with their own eyes, platinum irises meet theirs.”

Luther D’Arcy had been droning on for hours. Everyone in Elite Class is learning about the Blood Clan’s heritage. Who would have guessed that the first half of the lesson was finally over and the sound of antique bells ringing could be heard throughout the academy?

KLANG, KLANG, KLANG! KLANG~

“We shall continue the lesson in the evening session,” the instructor standing at the podium said, closing the book in his left hand. “In my class, there are two rules you must remember: don’t be ill-mannered and don’t be late. Class Dismiss.” Duke Luther remarked before leaving.

No one reacted to him among the humans or werewolves, but the blood race followed Athan Vladimir’s movements and rose up. They bow gracefully as they watch the duke go. Before exiting the classroom, Luther returns their bow.

Students were free to do anything they pleased after the afternoon lesson because they had a few hours’ breaks before their evening class. They are permitted to eat and travel within the Genus Academy, but they are not permitted to leave the Academy’s grounds without the consent of the Headmaster.

An unexpected guest entered the elite class; she is a regular human female student dressed in a white uniform. Amber Dawn had arrived. After reading the school regulations, she fearlessly went up to check on his elder brother and friend.

Knock. Knock.

“Excuse me. Can I speak with Esther Dawn and Asher Light?” said Amber Dawn.

Virtually every student in the elite class had turned to stare at her. Although it wasn’t their first time witnessing a regular human, it was the first time they saw someone as daring in the eyes of these vampires and werewolves. Amber Dawn, on the other hand, was quickly encircled by the special human students. It was a Holy Proclamation from the Holy Son that the Amber Dawn be safeguarded at all costs.

Amber Dawn looked around the classroom and noticed that her brother and friend were not present.

“Are they not around? They didn’t come to class?” she asked.

Several students in white uniforms with gold linings stood before Amber Dawn and immediately surrounded her. They are Templar Temple descendants or members.

“Miss Dawn, His Highness the Holy Son, and Archbishop Dawn were not in class today. The Holy Son has been suspended for a week and is only allowed to stay in the dorms. Lord Esther had stayed to guard him.”

“Please go right away; this area is unsafe!”

“We can’t allow anybody to hurt you. His Highness has ordered that Miss Dawn not be harmed in any way. Please return to your class!”

Amber Dawn was taken aback and couldn’t understand why the people of Asher Light were acting so strangely. After all, this is the Genus Academy, and any students who violated the rules would be punished regardless of their identities. Anyone who attempted to murder someone would also be executed on the spot. As was the case with the last ghoul student who plotted to murder Amber Dawn but was killed by Instructor Skoll instead after the inaugural ceremony.

Before Amber could open her lips to reply, someone grabbed her hand, and this man materialized in the shape of a blood mist before her. It was Athan Vladimir who appeared.

“You must be Amber Dawn, the younger sister of Esther Dawn and Asher Light’s treasure,” said the impressionable ruler of the night. A charming yet seductive smile appeared on Athan Vladimir’s attractive face.

Yet, it appears that Athan Vladimir’s bewitching beauty did not work on Amber Dawn. Most vampires are naturally seductive, as they were born gorgeous and lovely in comparison to other races. They utilized this on humans they preyed on so they wouldn’t resist and would just follow them as if under a spell.

Amber Dawn tried to take back her hand, but the grasp on her wrist was like a claw that kept her in place, and her mood went absolutely frigid.

“Who are you? You better let go of my hand or this would be deemed harassment under school regulations, and Instructor Skoll will undoubtedly appear,” Amber Dawn stated.

Athan Vladimir’s smile faded as he heard Amber Dawn’s words, which sounded like a threat in his ears. He couldn’t control his rage and squeezed her hands even tighter, causing Amber to wince in pain. She could only pull out a small bottle and sprayed Athan Vladimir’s face. The bottle used to be one of her perfume bottles, but she had it refilled with holy water by the young priest in that abandoned church. What she didn’t realize is that holy water blessed by Keylan Light is a hundred times more effective than holy water blessed by the Templar Temple. When the holy water was sprayed on Athan Vladimir’s face, he couldn’t help but feel his face burning.

AAAAGHH!!

Athan Vladimir yelled in agony, letting go of Amber Dawn’s hand. The Templar Temple students flee, dragging Amber Dawn with them. An enraged Vampire King was far more terrifying than a crazed Ghoul.

“Run! To the headmaster’s office!”

“Damn! What sort of holy water is that and how can it be that potent!? Did the Holy Son give it to her?”

“Shut up and leave! Don’t gossip about your boss!”

When the Templar Temple students led Amber Dawn away, the vampire students surrounded their lord with concern. They can detect marks of burns on his face. Evidently, the holy water used by the human girl is the purest, capable of affecting a pureblood like Athan Vladimir.

AAAHHHH!!

Pants~

“L-Lord!!!?”

“How is this possible!? How can holy water hurt the lord!?”

“Just where did that little girl get it? Holy water that can hurt a pureblood! Humans have grown this much!”

Albeit slowly, Athan Vladimir’s face recovers. In this plane, Keylan Light, being God’s messenger, might be considered a deity. Even Cassius Ambrosia, the Progenitor of the Blood Race, might or can be affected by the holy water he creates. Yet, it is still incapable of scorching the skin of the Vampire Progenitor. Cassius would barely feel something, a tingling sensation on his skin at most.

“Go! Bring that girl back here! I want Asher Light to explain how he teaches that bitch!” said Athan Vladimir.

The aristocratic vampires and their servants bowed their heads in acceptance of their Lord’s commands.

“As you wish, Monarch.”