My Blood Legacy: Bloodlines-Chapter 42: Rakshasa wants to see me.

Victor still held the open red envelope in his hands, his eyes scanning the name once more as if to make sure he wasn’t reading it wrong.

"Is there somewhere she asked me to meet? I don’t see it here," he asked, still staring at the paper as if it could bite him at any moment.

Eleonora didn’t even lift her head.

"On the back of the letter," she replied simply, as if she were telling him where the salt was on the table.

Victor turned the envelope over, pulled out the letter completely, and began to read the back. His eyes moved slowly across the lines, and as he read, his expression changed from curiosity... to surprise... to slight irritation.

When he finished, he let out a long sigh.

"Right here..." he murmured, lifting the paper slightly.

"At her house. It’s a few hours from here." He ran a hand over his face. "It’s going to be a pain to ask permission to leave here just to—"

"She already gave it."

Victor stopped mid-sentence and looked at Eleonora.

"A carriage will be waiting for you at the south gate at six o’clock," she finished calmly. "Departure documents have already been signed, your absence has been registered as an external mission, and technically, you are now on an official visit to a high-ranking person."

"You’re quite the stickler for the rules... it’s almost scary," Victor said, staring at her for a few seconds.

"I run this place," she replied emotionlessly. "I know everything that comes in, everything that goes out, and everything that causes trouble. Those idiot elders get all worked up if anything goes wrong."

"And you cause a lot of trouble," she added.

Victor folded the letter slowly.

"This looks like a trap," he said.

Eleonora finally stopped writing and looked at him again.

"Of course it is," she replied. "Everything involving that woman is a trap."

"And yet you want me to go."

"No." Eleonora said calmly. "I don’t want anything. But you’re going."

Victor tilted his head slightly, "Why?"

Eleonora was silent for a second. "Just go to avoid trouble." She rested her chin on her hand. "She can’t touch you anyway. Your grandmother did something recently that, seriously, I’m amazed she’s alive."

"My grandmother?" Victor questioned, it had been two weeks since he’d heard anything from his mother and grandmother.

"Oh, you still don’t know?" Calindra questioned.

"Don’t know what?" he looked even more confused.

"Your grandmother murdered Vlad’s wife yesterday, and he did nothing, so—"

"W-wait, what?!"

"She murdered the current Vampire Queen."

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Some time later, Victor walked down the silent corridor of the residential wing. The day had been far too long, with too much information, too many political problems, and too many responsibilities for someone who just wanted to train, get strong, and live in peace with two completely problematic vampires.

When he reached the door of the barracks, he already knew they were inside.

He could sense the presence of those two women through the bond.

As soon as he opened the door, the exact second he entered—two blurs crossed the room.

Red and white.

They both hit him at the same time.

He didn’t even have time to react.

Scarlett and Carmilla literally threw themselves at him, hugging him with absurd force, pushing him a few steps back until he slammed the door shut with his own body.

"YOU TOOK TOO LONG!" Scarlett practically growled, hugging his neck tightly, almost biting him.

"You were gone all day!" Carmilla complained, hugging his waist and burying her face in his chest. "I was so lonely!"

Victor was trapped between the two, unable to even move his arms properly as they squeezed him as if he’d been gone for years.

Scarlett clung to him like a possessive animal, her tail wrapping around his leg immediately.

Carmilla wasn’t far behind, holding his arm and pressing her body against his as if checking if he still felt lust for her.

For a few seconds, he literally couldn’t breathe properly.

"I... can’t... breathe..." he murmured.

Scarlett squeezed harder. "It doesn’t matter."

Carmilla squeezed too. "You’re immortal, you can handle it."

He let out a small, breathless laugh, trapped between the two, completely suffocated by affection, possessiveness, and excessive love.

And honestly... He wouldn’t complain.

After a few minutes, they finally let him go... or rather, they stopped trying to crush him to death.

Now Victor was sitting on the luxurious leather sofa, with the two of them clinging to him as if he were their property. Which, technically, was true.

Carmilla was sitting beside him, practically pressed against him, one leg over his, her hand slowly sliding up his thigh in a clearly provocative way, as if reminding him that she was still there and still watching him.

On the other side, Scarlett already had her face buried in his neck, her fangs sunk into his skin as she slowly drank his blood, gripping his arm tightly and sighing contentedly from time to time.

Victor leaned his head back on the sofa and let out a sigh.

"This... is very good..." he murmured, closing his eyes for a second as he felt Scarlett drinking his blood and Carmilla teasing him at the same time. "It almost makes up for the headache I had all day."

Carmilla glanced at him sideways.

"Almost?" she asked.

"Almost," he replied.

Scarlett slowly released her grip on his neck, licking the blood before pulling away just a little, still clinging to him.

"What happened?" she asked. "You took too long."

Victor ran a hand through his hair, organizing his thoughts.

"I was summoned to Eleonora’s office," he began. "Apparently, after Ethan’s death, I became a political problem. I received challenges, alliance proposals, training requests, political marriage proposals..." he paused. "I threw it all away."

Carmilla smiled. "Good decision."

"Eleonora almost killed me with her gaze," he continued. "But that wasn’t the problem. There was a separate red envelope. An invitation that couldn’t be refused."

Scarlett frowned slightly. "An invitation from whom?"

Victor looked ahead for a moment. "Rakshasa."

Scarlett didn’t stop completely but sighed as she drank more blood.

Carmilla stopped moving her hand on his leg entirely.

The silence lasted a few seconds.

Scarlett slowly raised her head and stared into nothingness, clearly searching for something in her memory from thousands of years ago.

"Rakshasa..." she repeated slowly. "I’ve heard that name before... I think it was a few years after I was sealed by Vlad."

Carmilla looked at her. "And?"

Scarlett frowned.

"It’s not a Western name..." she murmured. "It comes from the East... very ancient..." Victor pretended not to know this, and simply nodded as he listened; he at least hoped to learn more about her~ He knows the future, not the past.

She remained silent for a few more seconds, until her eyes opened a little wider, as if she had remembered something important.

"...I remembered." she said slowly.

Victor looked at her.

"Rakshasa wasn’t exactly a name... it was a title," Scarlett continued. "Eastern martial artists... demonic sects... they called a specific woman that..."

Carmilla crossed her arms. "Which woman?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Scarlett looked at Victor. "A woman who, at that time, was said to be going to become the Celestial Demon of the demonic sect because of her brutality. But she completely disappeared, so she was forgotten. Now it’s just an empty title since the Demonic Cult of humans disappeared 30 years before my sealing," she shrugged.

Carmilla looked for a moment and also shrugged, "Words are words, you can’t know if she’s the same person. And since there are thousands and thousands of female vampires born in the East, this doesn’t change anything."

Victor nodded despite disagreeing; after all, he understands that it’s basically a confirmation that they are the same person, mainly because of the connection to the demonic cult. That alone helped a lot; the doubts he had about whether it was a true story weren’t completely dispelled, but with this small "coincidence," he could connect some dots.

"Anyway, I have to leave at six o’clock. Are you coming with me?" he asked.

The two looked at each other, "We’ll go, but we’ll keep our distance using that device your grandmother gave us; we don’t want more people to detect us."

Victor nodded, "Okay... in the meantime..."

"I thought you weren’t going to talk." Carmilla said as she knelt in front of him to take off her pants.

"You’ve become quite naughty..." Victor said, she smiled...

"Well, I’m feeding..." She purred, and Scarlett pouted. "Don’t leave me out," she said, pulling her breasts out and bringing them to Victor’s mouth...

"Ahmn <3" She moaned as he bit her nipple.

"Let’s pass the time~" He said, smiling.