The Harvester

Turns out I couldn't get promoted right away. In this logistics unit, I was no longer a hunter. But Charles insisted on getting me up the hierarchy in a fair way. It doesn't matter even if I was a vampire.

Indeed, it hadn't been a month since I applied to transfer to the Scout unit. It didn't require a lot of people there, and apparently my recent good performance made Charles reluctant to let me go.

But I couldn't stay here just because the commander and my comrades respect me. Charles even said that one day I might replace him. Wow, I didn't think he could say that to me, even though he used to say harsh things to me all the time.

So, here I am now. When it's about the time for the vampires' dinner—I was in the dimly lit tent waiting for the donors to arrive. I was now a harvester, carrying a needle and sterile copper bucket by my side.

It was my first day, and I was a little nervous. I saw some female vampires around me. They seemed reluctant to talk to me and just showed a flat expression. Yes, we also had female vampire knights in Florentia's allies. That was not too rare. After all, we vampires were born strong so some women are willing to join the war.

Usually they could not reach high positions in the military. Because this was a world ruled by men. Whether it's vampires or humans, we women were used to submitting to them. Like I obeyed my father, even though his orders at that time were quite dangerous.

Disguise as a man and go to war? I didn't understand what was going through my father's mind at that time. I thought he loved me, but he was more reluctant to let Jasper—my brother go to war. Florentia's Vampire faction requires every family to send their son to join the fight against the Avalons.

It didn't matter even if Duke Dubois was powerful enough, they still had to give up his son. But Arthur Dubois—my father, only had two children. Me and my brother Jasper.

We're a pureblood family, but Jasper wasn't strong enough. He suffers from an illness and made him unable to do strenuous physical activities. He needed more blood than any vampire but the blood didn't do much to strengthen his physique. He couldn't even walk under the sun.

We did weaken during the day, but Jasper had more severe symptoms than that. His skin will burn if too long exposed to the sun. I thought this kind of symptom was only experienced by the early generation of vampires. That was about thousands of years ago. But my poor brother Jasper—had it.

Dubois only had to give up one of their sons as an obligation. But I suspect my father may have made a deal, that his son should not be on the front lines, and carry out his duties in a mediocre way. Father also said that I didn't have to do anything, he also gave me this pentagram necklace to protect my identity.

He knew I wouldn't take the life of a knight seriously. He was also a man of power, perhaps he had spoken to the generals or Charles' superior commander. I was never forced to do anything dangerous or offered a promotion in my past life.

I guess the reason why my military career was stagnant in my previous life—not just because I was lazy or reluctant to try hard. But there was an intervention from Duke Dubois. Logically, a useless knight like me would be asked to return home. But instead I was left to stay for more than two years as a hunter for catching only small animals.

Then what if I myself decided to get promoted? Was father secretly watching me? What would he say if I put myself in danger? Were they going to try to keep me from getting promoted like before?

"Miss... Or, sir?" A woman greeted me hesitantly. I was lost in my own thoughts that I forgot I was on duty.

She looked confused, I was in charge of harvesting her blood but I was wearing a male knight outfit. I didn't want to cut my beautiful hair so I just tied it behind my neck. She knew I was a vampire by the red pupils of my eyes. Normally, only female vampires harvest from female humans. But I was a male now and they gave me this job.

"My name is Valor, please have a seat, my lady," I said kindly in my deliberately heavy voice. I've trained it for almost five years to be able to deceive anyone who interacts with me. Usually I prefer not to talk much, but in this second life I had to socialize.

"You're a male, is it okay?"

"No need to worry, my stomach is full. Can we get started, Miss?" I asked with a smile.

I saw her blush. Well, I guess as a man I was quite attractive. I had seen my reflection in the mirror and I thought I might be nearly as handsome as Jasper. The Dubois family were indeed blessed with rare physical beauty. Including our charming silver hair. I won't cut it even if they threaten me.

"What's your name, Miss?"

"Hilda," she said, still blushing. I gently grabbed her right arm and touched it. We vampires were very good at finding a person's blood pulse. When we focus, we see it clearly, including which part had the most flow.

Hilda has good blood quality, her blood pressure was normal. Florentia's Vampire had a policy of never directly stabbing our fangs into a human body. It was a form of our efforts to mingle and make peace with them. When a vampire drinks human blood directly, we could turn them into vampires or else they will become slaves that we could control.

The humans support Florentia's Vampire faction. Because we try to respect them and not hurt them. Instead, they must provide a donor, whose blood was drawn in a safe manner.

I used a sterile metal needle with a fairly wide hole and stabbed it right into Hilda's vein. She did this quite often so she only frowns for a moment as her blood rushes into the metal bucket I prepared.

Vampires usually tasked women to harvest blood from female humans. Because we wouldn't turn violent or lose control when we saw their blood. Charles himself looked doubtful when he gave me this task, it seemed he really didn't know I was a girl.

Someone might want me to fail this task. They don't want me to get promoted.

But it was actually easy for me.

There was a reason why humans find vampire bites enjoyable. I felt it in my previous life too. Our fangs were designed to deliver certain hormone-producing substances. They would feel happy and would not realize that their blood would be sucked out. The blood produced from happy victims were purer and had better quality.

I glanced at my comrades, the female Vampire harvesters who looked bored. They seemingly didn't try to make the donors comfortable. But my current donors know that I was a male vampire. They were more curious and more open to me. I also threw a few words of praise to them to make their hearts happy.

We were both girls so I knew what they wanted. I knew this was not mandatory and not taught at all by our commander. But I wanted to leave the logistics unit immediately for the sake of my plans.

Within a few days, I became popular with donors and they were scrambling for my service. And somehow, the nickname 'lady killer' began to be attached to my name.

I didn't know whether to be happy or sad about it.