Forsaken Priest of the Hero's Party-Chapter 52: The Bloody Bath

Phew.

Roka wandered down the hallway with a tired expression, as she headed towards the bathroom that a passing maid had told her about.

While she adored Kyle, Roka was a loner. She liked being alone and disliked being in a crowded, noisy group. So naturally, she didn’t welcome anyone being in the bathroom either.

“Oh...”

The girl stopped in her tracks at the strong smell of blood that could be felt even before opening the bathroom door.

Roka, who pondered for a moment if she was the only one uncomfortable, finally opened the bathroom door.

A girl who looked about her age was taking a bath, singing to herself while exposing her pure white naked body. But no man would be able to lust after her upon seeing that sight.

Ugh...

Red, crimson blood filled the bath, contrasting with the white skin of the woman splashing around in it. Roka slowly closed the door upon seeing the girl flaunting her bouncy skin like a child’s.

In her common sense, blood did not exist to wash one’s body. She didn’t know where all that blood came from, but it was by no means a pleasant sight.

“You’re going to peep at my naked body and just leave?”

The ‘Princess’ taking a bath giggled. She slowly raised her body, revealing her shining nude figure. If Roka were a boy, he wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off her.

However, the little wolf just wished to know why that girl was exposing her nude body like that.

“I am Kamira. Vlad Kamira. The princess of the vampire clan. Nice to meet you, child of the sun.”

Her elegant and disciplined greeting should have had an antique charm to it, but the fact that she was naked made her dignity and whatnot not stand out at all.

Even while so boldly revealing her naked body, Kamira wasn’t the least bit embarrassed because, in her view, Roka was not an equal being to her.

Is there any reason to be embarrassed about showing your naked body to a dog you’re raising?

Roka wasn’t a dog she was raising, but she would soon become one, so there was no need to be uncomfortable.

In fact, in the little princess’s view, even the Imperial Princess was beneath her.

She was the princess of the vampire clan, which had a history of thousands of years, while Ardein was the Imperial Princess of a new empire that had only been founded 500 years ago.

It was clear who had the upper hand in terms of history and tradition, and she thought that even the Imperial Princess was unqualified to be compared to her.

So what else could be said about Roka?

There was no reason to be embarrassed no matter what she showed, not just her naked body.

She gestured, slapping the blood that filled the bath and sloshed around.

“Come over here.”

Come over here? Why? What the hell are you trying to do?

Roka slowly backed away. Although she might be ignorant in many matters, Roka knows that it’s common sense not to associate with crazy bitches.

Regardless of being the little lady of this castle or whatever, no matter how she thought about it, she didn’t want to get involved with a bitch like that.

“Take off those clothes too and come over here. I’ll make you clean. This bath is really good for the skin.”

Kamira prattled on, not paying any attention to Roka’s reaction.

“It’s the owner’s duty to keep their pet clean, you know.”

“...Pet?”

Roka, who had been looking for a chance to run away, flared up. She stared intently at Kamira with eyes demanding an explanation, but the response was even more absurd.

“You see. I’ve never not gotten what I wanted.”

Splash!

Kamira, who had completely come out of the bath, stretched as she walked towards Roka. Roka, intimidated by her graceful, curvy figure, took a step back.

Really, how can a person be so brazen? It was as if a lump of confidence had been sculpted into a human shape. She seemed to believe that everything had to go her way.

“But there’s just one thing. Just one thing I couldn’t have. The sun. I always wanted it, but the sun doesn’t seem to want to be mine. It always hovers above my head, fleeing from my grasp.  I always wanted that presumptuous thing. If possible, I wanted to make it kneel beneath me.”

Ah, so she was a crazy bitch.

Roka instinctively nodded. It wasn’t something to get worked up about. She was just a friend with a bit of a mental issue.

Getting seriously angry at a crazy person only makes you look ridiculous. The best response is to go along with whatever they say and get away from them as quickly as possible.

“So I want to have you instead of the sun.”

It would have been nice if that crazy bitch hadn’t pointed at her.

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Although Kamira couldn’t match her mother in skill and character, she easily surpassed her in arrogance.

Duchess Vlad Shmira’s one and only daughter, Vlad Kamira, licked her lips with her tongue. Since childhood, there was nothing she couldn’t have if she wanted it, and nothing she couldn’t obtain if she wished for it.

The only thing she couldn’t get was the sun. That’s why, as soon as she heard the story about the little beastkin with the magic of the sun, she begged the Duchess to allow her to make it her own.

Even so, she wanted to make the sun beneath her.

It was a reason that Roka couldn’t understand, let alone accept, but that really was the whole reason. This young lady, who couldn’t be satisfied unless she was above everything, couldn’t bear the sun being above her.

“Now, doggy. I’ll make you a proposal. Promise to obediently wear this collar and become my pet. If you take off your clothes and give a pledge kiss on my instep, I promise to only play with you.”

She took out a slave collar and waved it. In the center of the collar was a crimson stone, a specialty product from the demon realm received from the demon merchant Olloc.

It was a very rare jewel that was naturally born when magic power was condensed to an extreme degree, and it had the property of suppressing other magical powers besides demonic energy.

With Roka’s level of magical power, if she wore a collar made of this, she would never be able to draw out magic power again.

Of course, everything in the world is relative, and demonic energy is also just a type of magical power. It’s merely a magical power with the attribute of demons. This, too, is one of the many forces in the universe.

For example, if the Imperial Princess wore this collar, far from the crimson stone’s demonic energy suppressing her magical power, the dragon-attributed magical power would overwhelm the demonic energy and completely shatter the stone.

Such tricks wouldn’t work against someone truly powerful, but is Roka that strong? Not even close.

“You’re telling me to become your slave?”

“Hm? Become? How silly! You already are one!”

Kamira covered her mouth with her hand and laughed.

“The bloodline of our true ancestors is the noblest lineage that reigns above all. Wouldn’t it be an honor for you to submit to me a list of people who have such a lineage?”

I already have a master, and I have no intention of serving two masters.

Especially if it’s a crazy bitch like you.

And who are you to take away the freedom that my master gave me? I don’t want to do that at all.

Well, there were many things she wanted to say, but her thoughts got tangled and jumbled up.

Roka gave up trying to say something logically!

When did the girl ever have to speak for so long?

Having gotten into the habit of speaking in short sentences, these were the only words that came out.

“You crazy bitch.”

But that’s okay. The intention was conveyed.

Roka inwardly nodded. It was a bit excessive, but she expressed her refusal!

“Hmm. Our little doggy needs a bit more education, doesn’t it?”

Hearing those words, Kamira smiled crookedly.

The blood in the bath turned into steam and scattered, and a bloody mist thickly covered the surroundings. For vampires, rank is power and status. The true ancestor clan possesses immensely powerful strength from birth.

Talent, effort, and time. She was not as strong as Duchess Shmira, as she had nothing better than her mother in any aspect, but capturing a single wolf with no proper combat experience...

Even with the variable of the sun’s magical power, she was confident.

“Now, little one. Watch closely.”

Kamira gestured. A vampire staggered in and suddenly vomited blood from its mouth! It wasn’t simply vomit mixed with blood, but it seemed as if all the blood in its body was gushing out through its mouth. Needless to say, that blood instantly vaporized and joined the bloody mist.

“Let’s play a game~ Every time you resist me, an innocent person will die because of you~ If you want to reduce the sacrifices, wouldn’t it be better to get caught a little faster?”

To the true ancestors, even vampire lords are mere tools, nothing more.

Vampires of ordinary rank are thoroughly disposable to them. If necessary, regardless of their own will, their power can be drained, used, and disposed of.

Roka, who was looking at the vampire collapsing and dying with a pale face, replied indifferently.

“So what? Was I supposed to care?”

People who have seen their families crumble, their tribes fall, and their relatives sold into slavery sometimes understand the pain of others based on their own experiences. They have a noble heart that wishes others would not suffer such pain. But such people are extremely rare.

I’ve been through such hardships, and you’re whining about this much? Most people think like this. The pain of others seems trivial compared to what they’ve experienced, and they become stingy with groans. That was Roka’s thought.

It wasn’t Roka who killed that vampire. When did it become her problem that other people were dying?

Kamira laughed and a pool of blood completely covered the bathroom floor. She raised her right hand and spread out four fingers. It was an expression of confidence that four times would be enough to subdue that ill-mannered wolf.

“I’m already curious to see how long you can endure. But you have to last at least two times. Got it? That’s what makes it fun to play with.”

The bloody mist thickened as if trying to devour its surroundings.

This was the ‘Blood Field’, one of the prized techniques of a True Ancestor.