I, Morikawa Hidori, am now in Another World.
As a baby.
Guess I really kicked the bucket back there, huh.
Well, not like it matters anymore. What's done is done.
No point in dwelling on it.
Alright then…
Let me get this straight.
My parents are Vampires. Well, at least I think they are my parents.
I drank Blood. And, it was sweet. Except, Blood is supposed to be salty, right?
My parents are Vampires. Or at least, I think they are my parents.
I drank blood. And it was… sweet.
Which is weird, because blood's supposed to taste salty, right?
That can only mean one thing—
I'm a Vampire now.
And not just in body, but in mind too. That's probably why drinking blood didn't feel disgusting.
Hell, if anything, it felt refreshing.
So, I've mentally turned into a Vampire too?
…I dunno. But honestly? I had zero attachments to my past life anyway. If being a Vampire lets me read more books and learn magic, then hell yeah, I'll live like one.
Yeah, that was magic I saw, wasn't it?
This is it. My one shot at learning real, actual magic.
Even if it means embracing the whole vampire deal.
If giving up my humanity means I get to learn interesting magic?
Then screw it. Humanity's overrated.
Back on Earth, I was always kinda… off.
Like, I didn't react to death the way others did.
When I was a kid, my pet dog got run over by a car.
Normal girls might've cried their eyes out.
Me?
"So that's what a dog sounds like when it dies."
People called me weird. Cruel.
I didn't get what was so wrong about it.
As I grew up, I understood that people are supposed to mourn or feel sad, when someone dies.
Except, I never felt anything.
Eventually, I learned how people were supposed to feel.
Sadness, grief, mourning… blah blah.
But I never felt it.
Maybe that would've been a problem if I stayed in Japan. But here? That apathy might be a blessing in disguise.
Anyway, right now, I'm just a baby.
All I can really do is observe, learn, and wait to grow up.
…Do Vampires even grow like humans? No clue.
Whatever. I'll figure it out.
Let's see how long I can keep up the child act.
It's been ten years since I was born into this world.
As a Vampire.
And yeah, I've learned a lot.
First of all: confirmed. I am a Vampire.
More importantly — I'm the daughter and only child of the Ruler of Vampires.
Apparently, Vampires follow a strict social hierarchy.
There are multiple Vampire Kingdoms, but all of them bow to one absolute authority: the Ruler.
Apparently, all Vampires, with exception of the Progenitormust obey the Ruler at all costs.
…except for one small twist:
I'm the daughter of that Ruler. And by Vampire law… I'm the futureRuler.
NOPE. HARD PASS.
I just want to live quietly, learn magic, and hoard grimoires like a nerdy goblin.
Ruling? Dealing with nobles and politics and bullshit? Kill me now.
But… I can't say a word.
If they find out I used to be human, no clue what they'd do.
Better not test it.
Thankfully, my dad — the Ruler — is a total doting parent.
He lets me study magic as much as I want.
So for now… I'll play along.
Let's break this down real quick.
I am Lucia Vernstein, daughter of Arnold Vernstein, Ruler of Vampires, and his wife, Sylphia Vernstein.
We live in the Principality of Vernstein — the Vampire capital, directly ruled by my father.
It's like Tokyo to all the smaller regional kingdoms, I guess.
Over the last decade, I've picked up some essentials about Vampire society.
First of all, the Class System is Hell.
As the Ruler's daughter, I'm treated with way too much respect.
It's suffocating. I hate it.
Secondly, Blood is NOT Food for Vampires.
Vampires don't need blood to live.
It's more like a nutritional supplement — useful for healing or development.
Babies drink it more often, and yes — it tastes sweet. To us, at least.
And one will not die if they don't drink Blood. Well, they wouldn't die if they don't eat anything either, though.
Thirdly, Sunlight sucks.
Weak Vampires can't handle the sun.
Stronger ones just get slightly nerfed.
My family? We're the elite of the elite. Sunlight doesn't mean shit to us.
But still, I don't seem to get any weaker in sunlight at all, unlike my dad.
But, even more important than that is, I'm not a normal Vampire.
Yeah, this is the big one.
Very, very rarely, some Vampires undergo a mutation.
The rarest of those is what's known in legend as a Progenitor — a being with godlike power, able to create Vampires.
They have a distinct marker: eyes with a Y-shaped pupil.
Guess who was born with those creepy-ass eyes?
Yup. Me.
I'm what the stories talk about — a mythical existence.
A Progenitor Vampire.
And because of that, things are… complicated.
While the Ruler is the highest authority in Vampire society, the Progenitor is treated like a divine being.
They outrank the Ruler.
Which means…
I outrank my own father.
On the plus side, Progenitors apparently have some unique powers.
I really want to see what kind of magic I can pull off with that.
I've already holed myself up in the palace library for months, even years at a time.
Vampires don't need to eat or sleep — they just weaken a bit if they skip it too long.
Still not sure if I'm different because I'm a Progenitor, but whatever.
I'm too busy with magic.
Also… Vampires age super slowly.
I'm ten years old now.
But I look like a damn four-year-old toddler.
No joke.
The nobler the Vampire, the slower they age.
I've been told the growth rate slows down even more as they get older.
So yeah, it's gonna be a while before I even look like a teenager.
For reference:
My dad? Looks like he's 26.
He's actually over 400.
Found that out and had a mild crisis.
Oh — and one time, I accidentally locked myself in the library for two years.
Didn't even notice. I was too absorbed in a grimoire about elemental manipulation.
But whatever.
Magic is everything to me.
It's the most interesting, most important, most interesting thing in this world.
And I swear this —
I will master it.
No matter what.