Father's Squire - The Calm before the storm!

Selene rejected the call instantly, causing Nikolai to get angry, grinding his teeth as he squeezed his phone tight and almost tossed it across the road.

Only for a blue screen to appear in his mind.

[Calm Down! Don't get angry because of a rude girl!]

Nikolai shook his head, agreeing with Eliza before closing his eyes and really analysing his ability with the late night people passing him by.

[Ann Summers] - [Physical 9] [Mental 20]

[Brian Cummings] - [Physical 12] [Mental 5]

"It's kind of convenient my blood aura manifests in a status screen like the old RPG games I would play with my dad as a kid. I remember he loved Werewolf Quest II1 so much... I heard they were making an HD remake soon. Should I buy it for him?"

[Normally, a person's blood art will adapt to the easiest way a person can understand.]

[For your mother, it was shown by creating various drama shows in her dreams and during battle, she would see coloured lines, showing their next movements, akin to a certain anime show.]

'Mother, why does your character seem so obvious from those two examples... What about dad?'

[Your father... Werewolves are a little different. So I'll let him tell you that secret.]

"I don't want to die..."

Brrr!

*Click*

This time, Nikolai caught her on the first ring and placed the smartphone on his cheek. "What do you want!" He answered with a rather deep and grainy voice; Nikolai forgot his voice, and his aura changed a lot during his sleep.

"Eh? Who is this?! Where is Nikolai? (Did that bastard give me a fake number!?) Tell me!"2

"It's me, Selene... My voice changed when I woke up from that night, and I grew taller too."

He could hear her breathing on the other end. She let out an aggressive sigh before the sound of wood snapping in the background echoed. "I see... So your voice changed and you got taller... Very good, now come here. I need you. It's an order."

"Pay me, or I'll go home." 

"W-What??"

Nikolai stood on the edge of the road, his phone tapping the buttons to order an ober to the Scarlet Group, but he didn't accept because the timer was only two minutes.

He needed to squeeze this arrogant rich girl of more money since she said one fight a month. Nikolai wasn't some idiot.

"You said one fight a month. You need me for a fight, not sex, right?"

"S-Sex, what are you talking about? You dog in heat! I'll pay you... so come here or else!" Selen's historic voice echoed as she began heaving.

Her fingers seemed to slip and press the dialling pad several times, causing Nikolai to grin to himself while accepting the overbooking five minutes away, the executive option for double the price.

"I'm coming—wait for me, little princess."

Beep - Beep! 

'She hung up on me...' 

[SCG Deposited 500,000 into your account.]

[Current Account Every day balance: $1,501,055] 

[Don't you think her voice seemed a little upset and...]

'And what?'

[Scared]

The large black business car arrived as an M6 type, with a beautiful finish and comfy memory foam and leather seats for the perfect driving and riding experience.

He saw the driver wearing shades while lowering the window, making him wonder why he wore them at night before a rough voice sounded.

"Rider Name and code, please."

"Volkov: 69"

"Okay, please get in!" 

Nikolai loved how the doors slowly opened with a click, and then an automated step dropped before he stepped and twisted into the back with a marvellous leap—landing in the centre. He spread both legs and leaned against the headrests with both arms, a wide grin on his face.

'This princess, whether she's depressed, dying or horny. If 500,000 is the cost I earn for emergency fights, even if I get smashed, I'll take it!'

"It's quite rare to get customers going into THAT part of town at this time. Are you an employee?"

The driver looked at Nikolai, who looked amazing right now, like a rich heir to some fortune somewhere. His Verface suit cost him over a thousand dollars and wasn't much to the really rich, but to him and a normal driver, it was luxury goods.

"Something like that, closer to a bodyguard for an executive," Nikolai answered, trying to keep things simple. He didn't actually lie, so it didn't make him feel bad. 

"No wonder you're built like a tank with such a handsome face, then... Hahaha!"

The car drifted through the neon lights and beautiful empty streets while the conversation continued in such a boring manner before they arrived at the side entrance that would lead directly to Selene's penthouse apartment.

"Thanks for the great ride. I already gave you a tip and five stars. Drive save, Brother."

"You too, big man, don't get hurt now!"

Nikolai gave a wide smile before tapping the car hood and walking towards the door that opened the moment he stepped inside.

[You two ended up quite close.]

'Who said for him to be the same age as dad is... I felt bad for him.'

[Daddy's little puppy!]

'Tsk!'

Nikolai ignored the teasing of Eliza and headed up the stairs. Black-and-white chequered flooring with a simple wallpaper, but it felt strange because the floor was really comfortable to walk on and the walls seemed to use really expensive material.

'She lives on the top floor and has no elevator... what an evil woman.'

***

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the top floor, but outside the door gave him a foreboding feeling like earlier today against the vampire thralls. Then, when he got to the long hallway leading to Selene's apartment, he found the reason for the horrible feeling of dread... 

His blood aura went haywire, with ten people lined up on either side of the wide red carpet, all with pistols, truncheons and black suits that seemed to cost most than double the suit he wore.

[Vampire Thrall] - [Physical: 44] [Mental: 22]

[Vampire Thrall] - [Physical: 55] [Mental: 25]

[Vampire Thrall] - [Physical: 49] [Mental: 15]

This was the average power of the thralls in the hallway. The moment he stepped forward and began to walk to Selene's apartment, they all gazed at him like he killed their father. 

"Damn dog..."

"Filthy Wolf!"

'I can hear you guys—damn, why are all thralls so rude and disgusting?'

Nikolai wondered if he would be fighting one of these people as he turned the doorknob of Selene's door, the thick metal several inches thick, causing his muscles to tighten even when reinforced to more than double a normal human's power.

[...]

*Crack*

The moment Nikolai entered the room, he almost fell to his knees. A masterful force drove him down, almost like two heavily weighted hands pressing down on his shoulders, a feeling close to when he first disobeyed his father as a child...

'W-What?!'

"Nikolai!"

"Hmm?"

Nikolai's eyes widened, his heart racing, and adrenaline already surging through him. The man wasn't huge, terrifying or ugly. 

He wore a smart suit, with white gloves in a pristine state, his face quite handsome with a white moustache and neatly short hairstyle, almost like the military.

However... Those ruby eyes, staring into them, made Nikolai feel one thing, one thing that his blood aura confirmed.

[Sebastian - Squire (Vladimir Von Tepes)] - [Physical: ⁂] [Mental: 50]

CERTAIN DEATH!