Journey of Vampire Lord
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 5
The next day.
Although it did not matter greatly whether he slept or not, Eugene rested for a couple of hours just in case, before waking up early in the morning and packing up.
As a vampire, Eugene did not need to eat and sleep like humans. As such, he only packed some clothes, weapons collected from the dead mercenaries, leather from hunted game, and a simple tent.
However, once he gathered everything, it was quite a considerable bit of luggage. Perhaps he would look like a peddler from a distance.
‘Will I ever have a chance to come back?’
Eugene became lost in thought as he looked at the cabin. He once thought he would spend the rest of his life in this small shack. He worked hard for half a year to erect the cabin, now that he was about to leave it behind, it felt a little strange.
“This place isn’t half bad, but a vampire should live in a decent castle. Have a few brides and slaves at your beck and call.
Moreover, if you ever get your true name back, you can even summon familiars! They’ll do your dirty work for you and beat up anyone who tries to come for you. Vampire Lord Eugene! The Count of Blood Eugene! That’s what they’ll start calling you once you get ahead.”
Mirian immediately transformed the gloomy atmosphere with her endless chatter. Eugene turned his cold gaze towards her.
“You know quite a lot despite having lived only in the wetlands. Where did you learn all that?”
“I told you already. All spirits live in the Spirit World before they get their own territory. Though it’s just a simple place where we get together and have fun.
Anyways, that’s beside the point. Sometimes, seniors return to the Spirit World from the material world, you know? They tell us a lot of things. Good advice that will be of immense benefit in the world.”
“But you forgot most of it?”
“I only remember things that I’m interested in.”
“Not because you’re an idiot?”
“Nope!”
Mirian took on a grumpy expression before heading into a leather pocket.
“You don’t even know anything. Ptui! Ptuiptuiptuiptuiptuiptui! Kyaaaaahk~ Ptooey!”
It was uncertain whether Mirian was creating water or throwing a tantrum. After closing the cap of the leather pouch, Eugene took one last glance at the cabin before departing.
“My name is Felid. Please look after me, Sir Eugene.”
A boy who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen bowed to Eugene.
“I’m Jan Eugene. I look forward to it.”
Felid had his brown hair tied back in a nonchalant manner, and he looked as the stories had it. Although he was still young, he would certainly grow to become a handsome young man. But Eugene only thought of Felid’s appearance as balanced. And such a ‘balanced’ appearance, by Eugene’s standards, was good.
‘He looks a bit similar to the knight named Bertel Tywin.’
Felid looked softer overall, but his stubborn lips bore a striking resemblance to the young knight of the Tywin family. It seemed to be a characteristic of the Tywin family.
“Here you are.”
The chief bowed after handing over a letter written to Lord Tywin.
“Then farewell, Sir Eugene.”
Eugene answered with a nod. The chief seemed convinced that Eugene would leave for good.
“Take care as well.”
“Yes. Please take care of this brat, or rather, young master Felid.”
“I will let you know when I get there, chief.”
“Oh my! Please speak comfortably. And I hope you can ... put in a good word to the lord.”
“Yes. This is my hometown after all. I will let him know for sure.”
“Yes, yes. Thank you.”
The chief bowed repeatedly. He was immensely relieved that he chose to accept Felid and his mother into the town eight years ago.
“Brother Felid! Goodbye!”
“Send a mail! Don’t forget your promise! You have to make me your aide once you become a knight!”
Eugene left Broadwin alongside Felid while leaving behind the shouts of the village boys. It would be different this time around. He was no longer being chased. He took the first step towards the world with his own will.
After nearly half a day of walking, Eugene finally came across a proper village. The village beyond the ridge was incomparably vast compared to Broadwin.
“I think we are almost there.”
“Yes.”
Felid followed Eugene diligently without ever falling behind or complaining, perhaps because he had become disciplined after farming. To be exact, he followed behind Eugene without speaking a single word unless he was spoken to.
“Wow, you are weird, but that guy’s personality is really strange as well.”
Eugene ignored Mirian’s words and continued to walk silently since Felid was right behind him.
“How could he ever be so silent? I thought he lived in that town all these years? It must have been years since he’s ever left, right? Isn’t he excited?”
“Shut up and go make some water before I throw you away in a random pond somewhere.”
“Yes.”
“Did you just say something, Sir Eugene?”
He had tried his best to speak quietly, but it appeared Felid had overheard as well
“No, it’s nothing. I was only speaking to myself. That is the town of Brahms, right?”
“Yes. I saw the sign earlier. That is indeed Brahms.”
“What? Can you read?”
“Yes. My late mother taught me.”
This was rather surprising. Even the majority of knights were illiterate, so how could a boy know how to read and write when he stumbled into Broadwin and lived there ever since he was young?
“Was your mother a noble?”
“No. I ... heard that someone she loved taught her when she was young. So she taught me and...”
Felid spoke with awkwardness. Eugene noticed that the one ‘she loved’ was referring to Lord Tywin.
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