Chapter 393: True Ancestor of the Vampires

"This is the situation. I wonder if any of you ancient dragons have a solution?" Muria sat in the principal seat, holding a timid Remilia in his arms, addressing the ten ancient dragons flanking him.

After discovering that Remilia had been transformed into a vampire, Muria, unable to think of a solution, immediately asked Mia to summon these ten ancient dragons, each at least eight hundred years old, hoping they might have some insight.

"What do you want to accomplish?" asked the ancient gold dragon, Bastide, stroking his long beard. "Or rather, what would you like this little princess to become?"

"Turn her back into a human?" Muria ventured.

"Are you joking?" The brass dragon transformed into a golden-haired lady, Hilvie, glared at Muria. "Do you know how compatible the vampire's bloodline is with humans?"

"I know," Muria admitted with a helpless smile. "I read in a book that it's hypothesized vampires are a subspecies of humans, which is why humans can easily be transformed into vampires."

"And yet you still propose such an insolent request?" Hilvie rolled her eyes.

"I have no choice, do I? The sole heir to a human kingdom being a high-ranking vampire—how would that look? It's embarrassing, especially since this happened under my watch."

"Prince Muria, if this occurred under your watch, it would be your fault. But the girl was transformed while out with her father; you really can't blame yourself for that."

"Is there really no way?" Muria asked, seemingly reluctant to give up.

"I know a legendary mage who, out of boredom, researched converting vampires back into humans. The most successful case was turning someone who had been a vampire for less than ten days back into a human. If you insist on reverting this princess to her human form, I can invite this mage here, though I don't recommend it."

"I also think it's unnecessary. If she had been transformed into a lower vampire, yes, she should be turned back because low-ranking vampires have many vulnerabilities and limited potential. But this princess seems to have been transformed into a high-ranking vampire, so it would be a waste of time and effort."

"Is that so?" Muria stroked his chin, then made another request. "Can you determine what rank she is among vampires based on her bloodline?"

"That can be done easily." Bastide chuckled and pulled out a heart that looked like it was carved from blood diamonds, an exquisite piece of art, but it wasn't just for show—it was a still-beating heart.

As the heart appeared, a strange, intoxicating scent filled the hall, permeating it with a robust life force.

"This is the heart of a vampire duke," Bastide explained cheerfully. "It's a trophy from a campaign I participated in against the vampires."

Holding the heart, which would drive millions of vampires mad, Bastide approached Muria and offered it to Remilia, who was in his arms.

Remilia grimaced in undisguised disgust at the sight of the translucent, blood-red heart and turned her head away, burying it in Muria's chest.

Remilia's reaction made Bastide pause, his face registering disbelief before he turned to exchange looks with the other ancient dragons, who were equally astonished.

Finally, Bastide, unable to hide his astonishment, put away the heart from the vampire duke's chest. Such an artifact, a source of power for vampires, was precious and versatile.

A vampire duke deprived of his heart would not die immediately, but his power would plummet until a new heart grew. Therefore, few vampire dukes survived such a loss.

"A prince of vampires?" Hilvie voiced uncertainly.

"Her reaction suggests something beyond that," said a bronze dragon in warrior's armor, shaking his head in disagreement.

"Lower vampires exhibit near-insane obsession and desire when they see the blood of a higher vampire. Only a higher vampire would disdain the blood of their lesser kin. Even among equals, the heart—a source of power—would attract considerable interest. I doubt even a vampire prince would pass up the heart of a duke."

"That means," an ancient silver dragon interjected incredulously, "that Princess Remilia's vampire rank is above that of a vampire prince. She has been transformed into a true ancestor."

"That's impossible!"

"Her reaction says it all, though."

"Ridiculous! Erathia hasn't heard of a true vampire ancestor being active for thousands of years. Even a true ancestor's first embrace can only create vampire princes. To create another true ancestor, one would need a powerful ancestor to sacrifice their essence, which is unheard of. The birth of a true ancestor would mean the death of another, but we would sense such a thing—a phenomenon would occur, and we would know."

"There hasn't been a true ancestor's demise recently, but historically, true ancestors have been

 killed."

"You mean to say now someone has delivered the essence of a fallen true ancestor to a princess of a human kingdom? What for?"

"Not necessarily the essence; such treasures are not given away, even to direct descendants."

Hearing this, Muria touched his nose, feeling slightly embarrassed, and then continued listening to the ancient dragons debate.

"Why argue? Whether she's a true vampire ancestor or not, why not just test it?" Bastide interrupted the bickering.

"How do you test that?"

"I've heard that a true ancestor level vampire has no vulnerabilities—holy light, holy water, silver weapons, all the usual vampire deterrents are ineffective."

...Under the watchful eyes of Muria and the ancient dragons, the blue-haired, red-eyed loli princess Remilia held a bottle of holy water essence and drank it in small, ladylike sips.

"It's confirmed then, this little princess is indeed a vampire true ancestor."

"But there are some inconsistencies with what's recorded in the books."

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