The Accidental Vampire

“She isn’t,” Lancaster answered. “We’ve been here all this time, but she didn’t arrive.”

“It’s really strange. Where could she have gone?” Atlas stood up. “She shouldn’t have left without any significant reason.”

“I’ve been wondering about the same time. I worry if she is in some kind of danger. We are this close to the Kingdom of Wolves, so I worry if someone from the Kingdom caught her.”

“I don’t think there is anyone who can capture Lilith. She is really skillful.” Atlas didn’t even consider the possibility of Lilith being caught.

“That’s right.” Yovana woke up from her sleep, hearing the conversation. She understood everything. “She is very skillful. She can be defeated, but no one can stop her from escaping if she wants to. You should’ve even said such a thing if you had heard the stories about her.”

“What stories?” Atlas and Lancaster asked in unison.

“Lord Castiel. You’ve been with her since the beginning. Surely you’ll remember the story about Lady Lilith and the Dranc Clan.”

“Hmm?” Atlas scratched the back of his head. This thing was so troublesome. Since Yovana believed he was Castiel, she expected him to know everything even though Atlas had no idea at all.

Fortunately, he had made up a story with Lancaster, making him believe that he had lost his memories. Lancaster understood that Atlas didn’t want Yovana to know about his lost memories, so he took the lead.

To help Atlas, Lancaster brought the topic back to Yovana. “He would know, but I don’t. Why don’t you tell the story again.”

“The Dranc Clan is the strongest Witch Clan, and it has been the strongest for over a millennia. It’s also the only clan which also has Spellcasters who are male, called Warlords. It’s also the clan which helped the Werewolves in capturing Lord Atlan around a hundred years ago,” Yovana explained.

“How is that related to Lilith?”

“According to the stories, the Dranc Clan had always considered Lady Lilith an enemy since she sided with the Vampire all her life, helping one.” As Yovana spoke, she glanced at Castiel, implying that he was the Vampire in question.

“There was a time when the Drancs came up with an elaborate scheme to weaken Lady Lilith. I’m sure you would remember that. They believed that if they separated Lady Lilith from Lord Castiel, they could kill or capture Lady Lilith.”

“They did manage to separate Lady Lilith from Lord Castiel, but what they didn’t anticipate was the true strength and the unexpected spells that Lady Lilith had created throughout the years. She couldn’t defeat the entire Dranc Clan, but she did manage to hurt them before retreating. As for the rest, it was handled by Lord Castiel.”

“What did he do?” Lancaster frowned.

“Lord Castiel, why don’t you tell him yourself?” Yovana tossed the ball at Atlas, once again tossing before the cliff.

“It’s alright. You can tell,” Atlas answered. Since he didn’t know anything, all he could do was pretend that he was too lazy to tell himself.

“Lord Castiel met up with Lady Lilith. According to the stories, instead of leaving that place with Lady Lilith, Lord Castiel went back to the Dranc Clan alone. Even lady Lilith couldn’t kill the Warlord of Dranc Clan. Lord Castiel was in a different league though. Lord Castiel killed the leader of the Dranc Clan and destroyed the entire force that had arrived to capture lady Lilith, except one person.”

“It’s said that he left that one person to go back and give his message to the others in the clan, telling them if they ever troubled the two of them, next time it was going to be the entire clan.”

Hearing the story of Yovana, even Atlas found it hard to believe. Lilith was so powerful even without all her spells. Just how powerful could she be when she had all her spells? And even then, she couldn’t kill the enemies, yet Castiel did it alone?

He remembered how hard it was to fight a Witch. And that witch wasn’t even the strongest either, yet he had to struggle before her. Just one Witch alone was enough to trouble him so much. Just how could Castiel face so many without much effort?” That man, was he really a Vampire or a Monster?

For a moment, he even wondered if there was any truth to this story. There were many stories in this world that were started as a rumor and, along the way, became something impossible to distinguish between truth and exaggeration.

The only person who could know about the story’s authenticity was Lilith, who had been missing.

“And that’s why I say it’s impossible for werewolves to trap lady Lilith. If even the Warlords and Witches couldn’t trap her, how would it be possible for the werewolves to do it.” Yovana declared. “I don’t believe she is trapped.”

“Then where is she?” Lancaster exclaimed in frustration. “How can we find her if we don’t even know where she could be.”

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While Atlas and Lancaster wondered about the whereabouts of Lilith, Lilith was already inside the Kingdom of the Werewolves.

Even though she wanted to come with Atlas and the others, she sensed something which made her want to check things for herself to make sure nothing needed to be changed about the plan. She snuck inside the Kingdom, wearing a cloak.

“This aura. I was right.” She stood near an alley, gazing at a middle-aged man in the distance.

The man had a barely visible mark on the back of his hand.

“A Warlord from the Dranc. What is he doing here?”

The middle-aged man had a glass in his hand, which was filled with a green liquid.

He took a sip from the glass. “This is tasty. The wolves do know how to make tasty drinks.”

The man gave a silver coin to the seller as he continued drinking.

His expressions momentarily shifted as he felt like someone was keeping an eye on him. He wondered if Razil had sent someone to spy on him. He didn’t react instantly.

Instead, he casually glanced in the direction as if he was just observing the city and its people.

Lilith swiftly took a step back, hiding in the alley before the man could see her.

After a few seconds, she again glanced in the direction of the man, only to be stunned as the man was now standing right before her now.

“Young lady, may I ask why you’re spying on me like that?” The man asked, seemingly amused. “You’re certainly not a wolf, so you aren’t sent by Razil.”