My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Aldria held the teacup delicately, her gaze fixed on the serene garden before her. Velryna, seated across the table, stirred her tea with grace, but her sharp eyes were carefully observing her companion. The two shared a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional sound of the wind gently rustling the trees around them.

"Albion has been quiet lately," Velryna remarked, her tone a mix of calm and concern. "But this calm… it's never a good thing. It's time to strengthen our patrols. I can feel something brewing beneath the surface."

Aldria nodded, though her expression showed she was grappling with the same unease. "I agree. There's an odd feeling in the air, something I can't quite put my finger on. I can't explain it, but…" She paused, her eyes meeting Velryna's. "It feels like we're being watched. Like something larger is moving in the shadows."

Before Velryna could respond, a loud hum echoed through the room. Both women turned their attention to the center of the table, where a communication orb glowed intensely. Its emerald light pulsed urgently—a signal of emergency.

Aldria quickly reached for the orb, pressing her fingers against its surface. The light projected a holographic image, shaky and filled with static, but the voice that followed was clear enough to chill them both.

"Empress Aldria!" The desperate voice of an officer filled the space. "The Western Empire… we're under attack! Undead… massive hordes of them! They appeared out of nowhere and are destroying everything! We can't hold them off for much longer!"

Aldria's eyes widened, her typically composed expression breaking into shock. "What?! How is that possible?" She stood abruptly, nearly knocking over her chair. "Undead? How did they breach the Western Empire without any warning?"

The voice from the orb continued with urgency. "We don't know! They've bypassed the barriers as if they weren't even there. It's as if something—or someone—is guiding them! We need reinforcements immediately!"

Velryna rose as well, her expression hardening. "The Western Empire is a fortress. For undead to attack it in this way… there's a greater force at play here."

Aldria pressed her lips together, forcing herself to quell the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. "Prepare to depart," she said, turning to Velryna. "If this force managed to breach the defenses of the Western Empire, it means nowhere is safe."

Velryna placed a firm hand on Aldria's shoulder. "We'll face this together. The Western Empire is critical to Albion's stability. We can't let it fall."

Aldria nodded, her resolve hardening. She returned her attention to the orb, speaking firmly. "Hold out as long as you can! Reinforcements are on the way. Don't give up!"

The orb's light dimmed and disappeared, leaving a tense silence in its wake. Aldria took a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts. "If the undead are attacking with this kind of force… it's no coincidence. They're being controlled."

"Mary Rose, most likely," Velryna replied, adjusting her armor as a grim expression crossed her face. "Or someone just as dangerous."

"It doesn't matter who's behind this," Aldria declared, her voice resolute. "They've made their move against Albion. Now, we'll make ours."

Wasting no time, Aldria left the garden, her boots echoing against the stone walls as she hurried through the castle's halls. Velryna followed closely, both women knowing there was no room for hesitation. The air seemed heavier with every step they took toward the command room.

When Aldria pushed open the massive wooden doors, she expected to find Morgana and Alice strategizing a response to the Western Empire's plight.

But what she saw made her heart freeze for a moment.

In the center of the room, numerous glowing magic circles hovered in the air, each projecting holographic images of different realms. Every projection told the same story: chaos and destruction.

Morgana stood tall, her rigid posture betraying the immense focus required to stabilize the communication spells. Alice, beside her, appeared intensely focused, absorbing every detail of the projected scenes. The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air.

"This can't be real…" Aldria murmured as she entered the room with swift steps. Her eyes locked onto the projections: the Eastern Empire was ablaze, hordes of undead scaling the walls of its cities; the Vampire Kingdom faced colossal undead giants marching like an unstoppable tide; the Demi-Human Realm was engulfed in desperate battles against skeletal creatures rising from the ground; and the Werewolf Territory, ever wild and untamed, now struggled against a relentless siege.

"All the great realms are being attacked at the same time," Morgana stated, her calm tone masking the storm of thoughts running through her mind. "This is no coincidence. Someone has planned this meticulously."

"Mary Rose…" Aldria muttered, still trying to process what she was seeing. "Is she behind this? Or is there someone else?"

Alice shook her head, her expression grim. "Mary Rose may be the visible face of this, but I don't believe this is solely her doing. The coordination is… too precise. Each realm is facing threats specifically tailored to exploit their weaknesses."

Morgana turned to Aldria, her eyes glowing with the intensity of her magic. "This is bigger than any of us imagined. Albion may still be untouched, but this is a distraction. They want to keep us occupied so we can't aid the other realms."

Aldria clenched her fists, anger mixing with concern. "If all the great realms fall, Albion won't remain safe for long. We need to act. Now."

Velryna, who had followed Aldria into the room, crossed her arms and analyzed the images. "Splitting our forces across so many different conflicts will be suicide. We need to prioritize."

"I agree," Alice said in a cold, calculated tone. "But which realm do we help first? They're all on the brink."

Morgana took a deep breath and pointed to one of the projections, where the Vampire Kingdom battled an army of undead giants led by a vampiric figure. "The vampires have the strength to endure. Vlad won't fall so easily, but their disorganization could cost them. They don't need our immediate protection."

Alice pointed to another projection, showing the Western Empire. "The West is on the verge of collapse. Their magical defenses are being dismantled rapidly. If they fall, we lose a critical strategic ally."

Velryna interjected. "What about the Demi-Humans and Werewolves? If they're destroyed, we'll lose our natural defensive line against the Undead. Without them, the armies of Darkness can march freely across the continent."

Alice studied the projections, the weight of the decision heavy on her heart. Every second of hesitation would cost lives. Finally, she took a deep breath and declared firmly, "We'll divide our forces. We can't save everyone with the same impact, but we can make a difference where it matters most. Morgana, send magical reinforcements to the West. The Demi-Humans have their reckless fool and that madwoman—they'll manage. The Werewolves are stuck with their pathetic leader, and we can't afford to send Fenrir there. So you two go and take Sara with you."

"I knew something was wrong," Valentina declared as she entered the room, her posture firm and determined. In her hands, she held the new spear she had received from Alice and Morgana, its gleaming surface reflecting the gravity of the situation.

"Yeah, we noticed," Morgana replied, her tone tinged with irritation as she gestured toward the magical projections surrounding them. "As if these simultaneous attacks weren't a clear enough sign."

Valentina ignored the comment, stepping up to the central table. "I'm heading to Kryoris."

The declaration made the other women stop and look at her in surprise. "What? Why would you go to Kryoris now?" Morgana asked, her voice tinged with skepticism. "The Academy has been closed for months."

"I'm not going there for the Academy," Valentina replied without hesitation. "I'm going after that ignorant old man."
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"Ignorant old man?" Alice arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Who exactly are you calling ignorant?"

Valentina scoffed, as if the answer was obvious. "Sasaki Kojiro, of course. That woman-loving bastard! He dared to disappear into the spatial void? Spare me. He's not lost—he's just training his sword in the Inter-Realm Void, absorbing spatial essence as if it's some sort of hobby."

"You've got to be kidding me…" Morgana shook her head. "Training in the Inter-Realm Void? He knows how unstable that place is. It's suicide!"

"Not for him," Valentina countered firmly. "I can sense his presence, even from this far away. Probably because I've ascended to a Temporary Deity, but it's unmistakable. The Sun never lies."

Alice narrowed her eyes, carefully analyzing every word Valentina spoke. "Then go and bring him back," she said, her tone decisive. "I'll call on Musashi to join us. If the situation was critical before, we're now on the brink of collapse."

Valentina smirked, confident. "Consider it done. I'll be back soon." With those words, she disappeared in a golden flash, leaving only a faint trace of divine energy lingering in the air.

Aldria and Velryna, who had been observing in silence until then, exchanged a brief glance before standing. "We're heading out as well," Aldria announced, her voice full of urgency. Without further explanation, the two left the room, vanishing through distinct portals.

Silence settled for a moment. Only Alice and Morgana remained in the command room, surrounded by the images of empires being devastated by the coordinated undead attacks.

Morgana crossed her arms, gazing at the projections with a stern expression. "Speaking of which... where's that mischievous demoness?"

Alice, without taking her eyes off the images, let out a faintly amused smile. "Cherry? I gave her a very special mission," she replied, her tone almost playful.

Morgana raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "Special how?"

"Let's just say it involves a certain messenger," Alice said cryptically, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Trust me, she's going to enjoy herself. And with some luck, maybe he won't go completely insane."

Morgana sighed, rubbing her temples. "You just can't resist playing your pieces unpredictably, can you?"

"Sometimes unpredictability is the best strategy, my dear," Alice countered, winking at Morgana before turning her attention back to the projections. "Now, let's focus on what we can control. The storm is only beginning."