My Blood Legacy: Bloodlines-Chapter 41: Papers everywhere.

Days after the incident dubbed "The arrogant fox who loves being taken advantage of by her husband," a title coined by Carmilla herself, Victor was summoned to the main office of the training wing.

He didn’t like it.

Summons usually meant trouble, politics, powerful people wanting something, or worse... powerful people wanting to control something.

At that moment, he was standing in front of a woman he hadn’t seen for weeks. Of course, this woman could be none other than the woman he wanted to avoid as much as possible.

Even more so knowing part of her future.

Eleonora Thorne was sitting behind a large dark wood desk, legs crossed, drinking tea while signing documents with an almost irritating calm. Her posture was perfect, elegant, as if nothing in that world could truly pressure her.

Victor put his hands in his coat pockets and got straight to the point.

"So... why am I here?" Victor questioned, watching the woman sit cross-legged, drinking tea while signing some important documents.

At least, that’s what Victor thought she was doing. But knowing the kind of person she was... she was probably signing destinies, not papers.

"Excuse me, I have many problems to solve." Eleonora said, keeping her eyes focused and setting her cup aside. She signed another document, pushed it aside, picked up another. "Oh yes, why are you here?"

She didn’t even look directly at him yet.

Instead, she looked at the door next door.

The door simply opened by itself, pulled by an invisible force—gravity. The air seemed to distort slightly for a second as the doorknob turned on its own.

"Come here, please~" She asked the woman in the next room.

A few seconds later, a woman entered carrying a mountain of papers in her arms. She walked carefully so as not to drop anything, but she was clearly already tired of it.

The woman, of course, was another face Victor knew.

Calindra Winters Valentine.

She entered, passed Victor without saying anything, went to the side table of Eleonora’s main desk and simply dropped the stack of papers there with a dry sound of paper hitting wood.

The stack was high.

Too high.

"Here, it’s all yours." Eleonora said without even looking at Victor, already going back to signing other documents as if it were completely normal.

Victor looked at her.

Then at Calindra.

Then at the stack of papers.

Then back at Eleonora.

He remained silent for a few seconds trying to process it, until he decided to break the strange silence that hung in the air.

"What exactly is this?" He asked, confused, mainly because of the sudden way he was called.

He really thought it was something important.

Eleonora sighed slightly, like someone who had already explained this many times in the last few days.

But it was Calindra who began to explain, crossing her arms beside the table and looking directly at Victor with an expression of professional weariness.

"These are all the partnership proposals, training requests, and challenges we’ve received in the last ten days, since your destruction of the Cross family’s character with the death of Ethan Cross."

Victor stared at her for a few seconds.

"What?" was all he could manage to reply.

Calindra exhaled slowly and rubbed her forehead like someone who had been overworked.

"We have a policy that if something large-scale happens, the vampires of our house can send requests to the training center," she explained. "What I can say is that there are too many people watching you right now. And because of that, all sorts of requests have arrived."

She picked up the top of the pile and lifted some papers, quickly flipping through them.

"Formal challenges. Invitations to train. Alliance proposals. Marriage proposals." She lifted another paper. "Duel requests. People wanting to test you. People wanting to recruit you. People wanting to kill you. There’s everything here and then some."

She dropped the papers back onto the pile.

Then she looked at him again, with a completely serious expression.

"Seriously, we’re overwhelmed with work because the Nightshade clan is under investigation, so please." She pointed to the pile. "Read your things, accept what you want, refuse what you want, and then leave. Because while you were having fun destroying the Cross family, you basically became a giant administrative problem for us."

Eleonora, without even looking at the conversation, simply calmly added while signing another document: "Congratulations. You’ve become politically relevant."

"You’re quite different when you’re working," he commented as he picked up the first paper, some idiot challenging him to a duel.

Eleonora ignored him and didn’t even look at him, simply saying, "When you are who you are, things are what they are."

Victor looked at her, "She’s so busy she’s not even paying attention to her own words... poor thing," he thought aloud.

"I’m not different. I just don’t have time to tolerate idiots when I’m working." She turned another page. "Besides, your little jokes can wait. You’d better start reading the papers."

Victor gave a small, wry smile.

"Cold... direct... authoritarian... now I understand why so many people are afraid of you."

Calindra chuckled softly and turned her face away to hide it.

Eleonora finally looked up at Victor for the first time since he entered the room. Her gaze was calm, but there was that strange feeling of pressure, as if the air grew heavier when she really paid attention to someone.

"Fear is a very efficient administrative tool," she said calmly. "If people are afraid of you, they’ll hand in the reports on time."

Victor chuckled softly as he flipped through two more papers without really reading them.

"I’ll be honest, if I read all this I’ll end up boring someone to death."

"It wouldn’t be the first politically inconvenient death you’ve caused this month," Eleonora replied immediately, going back to signing another document.

Victor looked at her for a second.

Then at the stack of papers.

Then at the trash can next to her desk.

He walked to the side of her desk.

Calindra frowned.

Eleonora continued signing documents as if she hadn’t noticed anything.

Victor picked up the entire stack of papers.

The whole thing.

He turned around.

And she threw everything into the trash can.

The enormous pile of proposals, challenges, alliances, political marriages, and duel requests simply vanished into the trash can with a muffled sound of crumpled paper.

The silence in the room became absolute.

Calindra stared at the trash can.

Then at Victor.

Then at Eleonora.

Victor clapped his hands as if brushing dust off.

"Resolved. Anything else?"

Eleonora stopped writing.

Very slowly, she placed the pen on the table.

She picked up the teacup.

She took a sip.

She put the cup back on the saucer.

And only then did she look at the trash can.

Then she looked at Victor.

The silence lasted a few seconds.

Then she sighed.

"I spend three sleepless nights organizing this." She said calmly. "Three nights."

Calindra began to chuckle softly.

Eleonora continued to stare at Victor.

"If you weren’t useful, I’d smash you against the ceiling right now."

Victor smiled.

"But I am useful."

She remained silent for another second.

Then she picked up another document as if nothing had happened.

"Yes. Unfortunately, it is." She replied. "And that’s exactly why you’re still alive after throwing half of vampire politics in the trash." She said slightly nervously, "But fuck it now."

Victor smiled, "Good thing you know I love you." He said, making a heart with his hand, and turned to leave.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Eleonora questioned;

Victor turned slowly like a robot, looking at her.

"I-is there more?" he stammered, he didn’t want to deal with her anymore, he just wanted to leave!!! He had to go back to two millennia-old vampires who were alone in their quarters!

"Red envelope." She said, pointing with her chin to the document on her desk, set apart.

Victor went to her and picked up the envelope, "And this is?"

"An invitation." She said, "You threw away the paperwork that could be refused, this one you have no choice. It’s either you go, or you die. It’s up to you."

Victor looked at the document and opened it... expecting the worst thing in the world but... his mouth dropped open.

"Seriously?" He asked, genuinely curious. After all, that invitation was ~fucking awesome~, so to speak.

"Yeah, an emissary came." She said with a certain disgust, "Seriously, she’s got a lot of nerve. Damn woman."

Victor read the sender’s name again... ~Rakshasa~

Rakshasa, the title of the most hated woman in the Valentine House currently, at least, that’s what they call her.

Her real name is Yu Seol-Ha, a vampire who came from the human eastern clans. And she is constantly considered a hated existence within the Valentine House.

Why? Because she’s too good to be called Valentine. At least, that’s what everyone thinks; after all, everyone finds her arrogant for not using the name of the House she serves... 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

But Victor knows the future...

She is none other than~ Daughter of the Celestial Demon.

Therefore...

’What a chance!!’ Victor thought, after all... He has to prevent the incident that will happen in two years.

The one that occurred before the final incident of the Valentine House, which destroyed all the initial generations and forced his mother and him to disappear from this place.