Chapter 10

"Buh... Noisy... Bruch, my child, have you arrived at the Imperial Capital?" The sudden appearance of an elderly voice from the communicator instantly awakened the vampire who was immersed in the fragrance of human blood! "Hello?" Lord Simore, you have never used the communicator to contact me, why are you deliberately doing so now. "Hehe. A capable general must know how to obey orders and exercise restraint. Where is the self-control you are so proud of, Bruch?" Lord Simore, you have been caught peeking with a crystal ball. "Please call it divination." "That old fart!" "You must be cursing 'this old bastard' in your heart right now, aren't you?" "Hehe, Bruch, my child, I know you too well. It was I who trained the unruly Vihang falcon into an excellent soldier." "So what, in the future I will probably only be able to stay in the boring border patrol squad or the even more boring count's castle, and will never be able to go to the battlefield again. All your hard work has been in vain." "Don't be so pessimistic, my child. Technology is constantly progressing, and perhaps we'll soon find a way to perpetuate our race. As long as there are new members of our tribe being born, you can return to the battlefield, can't you?" I do not want clones. "Of course, I'm not talking about clones." "It's useless, vampires cannot reproduce. Millions of years of technology have not been able to solve this problem, and they will not in the future. Vampire females do not have reproductive eggs, this is a known fact throughout the universe. You cannot create something that does not exist." "Bruch, my child, nothing is impossible in this world." "Lord Simore, since I can remember, you have been researching the engineering of vampire reproduction. Why are you so confident in this science that has only failed and never succeeded throughout history?" "Bruch. You know, if we are truly unable to reproduce, then the existence of our vampire race is unnatural. In this universe, there is no species that cannot reproduce the next generation. Not one. No matter how long-lived the species may be. A species that cannot produce new life can only face gradual extinction! I am firmly convinced that the heavens did not intend for the vampire race to perish, so there must be a key to producing the next generation. We just haven't found it yet." "I only hope you can find a way before the thirteen clans are completely extinct." "Hehe, Bruch, have you ever wondered where the thirteen clans of the vampires came from?" According to the legend inscribed on the sacred wall, he is a descendant of Cain. "Well, even though it is just a legend, aren't we the descendants of someone? Have you ever thought about who we might be the descendants of, Cain and someone else?" "The Lord Simore, I have no interest in discussing ancient myths with you." "Oh, don't be too worried about the legends and myths, my child. Those fragmentary words that have been passed down through the generations are 'the truth from ancient times'. Regarding the proliferation of the Holy Blood Clan, only this legend mentions words like 'ancestors' or 'descendants', and I believe the key to breeding new life lies there." "Maybe so. I don't believe in speculation, I only believe in results. Bruch stood on the back of a flying dragon, looking out in the distance at the Imperial Capital gradually taking shape on the vast land below. A new life? If there truly is one.