My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Chapter 226: From Emperor to Empress

A well-dressed man walked through the wide corridors of the imperial palace, overhearing the maids whispering to each other about how handsome he looked. "The Demon King looks different. Is he more handsome?" one maid murmured to her colleague. "Strange, he seems much more natural. His skin also looks more alive," she replied. He merely smiled as he continued walking alone.

"The World Tree's blessing had some effect, it seems," he said, having just taken a bath after returning exhausted from his little trip to the World Tree. "Unfortunately, it looks like my vacation has come to an end," he murmured as he walked, beginning to think about a few things. "Protecting this world... Maybe I can do it?

I don't know, I may be confident in the strength of my lovely wives, but I'm still far behind them... I need to train." Dante said. It wasn't common, but when he compared himself to wives like Valentina, Morgana, and even Voralith, who hadn't accepted yet but he knew she would, it made him somewhat disheartened. Strength was crucial at this moment, and he didn't want to go through that again.

"I won't let this bother me anymore. I'll get stronger, even if I have to sacrifice parts of myself in the process... No one else will suffer," he said, opening the enormous door where a single woman sat on the throne, clearly waiting for him. "It seems my beautiful Aldria was already expecting me," Dante said with a mischievous smile. It was time to finish what he had decreed.

"You again," Aldria said. Truly, she was a difficult woman.

Aldria sat on the throne, looking like a bored woman who hadn't heard anything interesting in years. "I'm sure you already know what I've done in the last few hours. What do you want to hear first?" Dante asked as a Blood Throne formed, now making it seem like a real conversation.

Two emperors were facing each other. One represented only his empire and citizens, and the other represented only his desires and self-satisfaction, something the other would never consider in this situation.

"Before you start talking, are you okay?" Dante asked. Above all, he was a man who cared about her, not because Adam asked him to—screw Adam—Dante didn't care about the man who made Velryna and Aldria suffer. It was more than right that he was dead, despite knowing the pain they felt about his death. It was better than remembering the many things he caused over the years.

"Ah~" She sighed heavily and began to speak.

"You drive me crazy, you know that? I've received hundreds of reports from all sides about a Black-Winged Demon flying at supersonic speeds across the continent. Could you be more discreet? You're not a child who can do whatever he wants! Every two hours, at least six guards came here to report minor actions." Aldria said, putting a hand to her head.

"Killing a person I understand, but cutting off everyone's arms? Or better yet, dismembering a person in front of their friends. Who were you trying to traumatize? One of the soldiers who saw it is undergoing treatment from vomiting so much at the grotesque scene you caused!" Aldria scolded him, but at the same time, he just smiled.

"Wipe that confident smile off your face!" She scolded him, but he continued to wait for her to finish.

I couldn't identify the energy of this ritual either. It wasn't demonic. I still don't know what it was, but Fey and I believe it was a curse," Dante said. Many things were going through his mind, especially after all these events, and he felt a certain discomfort.

"D-Dear?" Aldria stammered. "Ah... well, I was just getting to that part..." Dante murmured, and Aldria's gaze broke. Her mind began to generate a theory that, unfortunately for her and fortunately for Dante... she was completely correct. "D-Don't tell me you proposed to her," Aldria said, and Dante just smiled without saying anything.

Aldria... for some reason, broke...

"I... I thought..." she murmured to herself, struggling with things she wanted and things she fought against wanting. But this... made a tear fall. She didn't even understand why. Memories of what Evangeline said to her quickly returned...

"Do you think my master, who has the best women by his side, would waste his time with a woman he's not interested in? He should be spending time with Morgana Arcano now, but he's using his precious time to fix an Empire that isn't even his," she heard echoing in her mind like a heavy hammer blow. She could only wonder... If he was interested, why did he find someone else in the meantime?

Perhaps it was a silly thought, perhaps a thought that didn't even make sense to Dante. After all, unlike him, Aldria had never shared a man with anyone, and Dante shared his heart with several women. Aldria felt... discarded, for some reason. She didn't even know if she felt something for this man... she was...

confused about it...

"Looks like someone is jealous," Dante said, almost completely reading the woman. But of course, he did. He still had one of the abilities from his dear mother, the ability to read people, and it seemed to only work with the women he was interested in... well, actually, he was just too clueless to remember it at necessary moments.

"Jealous! I'm not jealous!" She quickly shouted, trying to pull away from him. She really felt uncomfortable, but she was in the hands of the greatest demon of all! "Quiet," he commanded imperiously, making her startle. "Sorry, but you don't help yourself either," he said. Now, however, he pulled her even closer, her chest pressed against his torso, and he leaned in close to her ear.

Aldria felt this man's breath almost touching her. Her skin grew hot, and her face turned red. Dante only whispered in her ear.

"Regardless of who is by my side... You will be mine, one way or another. Aldria Scarlet sounds good..." Dante said, and the woman trembled as if her body was being completely devoured. Before her, like a mirage, a demon was seated on her throne that only Aldria could see. After all... it was an illusion of her greed.

"I said... my master wants you for himself," Evangeline said with a mischievous smile.