My Players Are So Fierce

1001: 340.

Abnormal Blood Descendant Observation Experiment

1001: 340.

Abnormal Blood Descendant Observation Experiment

Melia Corando awoke from her weakness two days after she had been pulled back from eternal silence.

Her eyes had been pierced blind in the previous torment, a wound not even a vampire’s self-healing power could restore, unless she could obtain the legendary Source Blood of her family.

But for Melia, who had narrowly escaped death, desiring to see the world again was undoubtedly an indulgence she shouldn’t aspire to; after coming to her senses, she felt fortunate to have avoided a disastrous end and to still have her silly sister to keep her company.

After experiencing her father’s death in battle, the estrangement of her kin, the collapse of her family, the demise of her faction, and being hunted and tortured, Melia felt her vampire life had “elevated.”

At least, having walked through the great terror between life and death, she no longer fixated on the gains and losses of the moment as she once did.

She exhaled deeply and reached out to embrace her little sister Winnie, who was fast asleep next to her.

Although this poor thing hadn’t suffered the misfortune of blindness, the torments she had endured over the past period were no less than those her sister had faced; she must have been exhausted.

She needed rest.

“Eh, why are you, a vampire, wearing a blindfold?”

Just as Melia was about to embrace her sister and quietly savor the small joy of survival, the curious voice of a woman rang out in front of the vampire.

Melia’s ears twitched.

It’s said that the loss of one sense sharpens the others to compensate for the loss of perception, and this principle held true for vampires as well.

In the time since she lost her sight, Melia sensed that her hearing and smell had indeed improved significantly.

She could detect the youthful timbre in the woman’s voice, indicating she wasn’t old, her Anjou Region accent was unmistakable, and the tone wasn’t hoarse or gloomy, nor did she smell that unique scent pertaining to vampires.

Therefore, it was clear that this woman speaking to her had a complicated relationship with the Vulture Vampires, enabling her to walk among them without harm.

She still needed more information to confirm the identity of the person before her.

“My eyes were poisoned blind.”

Melia responded with a touch of irony,

“What, is it your first time seeing a blind vampire?”

“That’s right, before I met grandfather, I didn’t know that vampires had so many intricacies.

This is my first time seeing so many vampires gathering together, and to be honest, it’s a bit thrilling.

But don’t you all have self-healing powers?

Why are your eyes still blind?

Though to be honest, you look quite good with that eye patch.”

The woman spoke with a joyful tone that Melia couldn’t understand, as though sharing a story,

“Grandpa says you’re thugs from the Wolf Poison Clan, but you two ladies don’t seem the least bit like thugs, so, are you actually the odd ones out in the Wolf Poison Clan?”

“Your grandfather is a vampire?”

Melia countered,

“And it sounds like you have a rather good relationship with him…

Forgive my frankness, lady, but you might not realize what you’re getting into.

Based on my personal experience, my advice to you is to run away before your grandfather gives in to his beastly nature and drains that delicious blood from you.

While not every vampire would do such a crazy thing, the vast majority of my ‘brethren’ don’t feel much remorse about it.”

“My grandpa would never do that!

Stop your slander—I tell you, my grandpa is the legendary Knight, who even as a vampire, holds true to his oaths.

And do you know the best part about having a vampire grandfather?

He barely ages!

It allows me to confirm that my natural beauty stems from his handsome looks and the fine lineage of my grandmother who was the quintessential West Lan lady.”

The lady before her didn’t hesitate to say more, but Melia had gathered enough information.

After a few seconds of silence, she said,

“So, you’re from the Shivel Family of the Anjou Region?”

“Eh eh eh!”

Miss Biqi, standing in front of the Corando sisters, holding her exquisite notebook and curiously observing these two unique vampires, exclaimed with wide eyes,

“How did you guess that?

I didn’t reveal any information about my background.”

“Not a guess, a deduction.”

With her eyes covered by blood-stained cloth, Melia spoke in a weary yet coherent manner,

“You mentioned your grandfather remained an oath-keeper even after becoming a vampire, coupled with your Anjou accent.

As far as I know, there haven’t been more than three oath-keepers born in the Anjou Region in the last century, and the most famous one hails from the Shivel Family, nicknamed ‘Nantes Ranger.’

That’s enough for me to deduce your identity, miss.

If you want to hear more, I’ll tell you that I’ve learned of certain plans from those who tortured me—they plan to ambush a Cape Family caravan.

Yet here you are, a member of the Shivel Family, appearing with a Cape Family caravan.

The only explanation…

You must be the ‘lucky blonde fool’ recently the talk of the Anjou Region, chosen as the betrothed of Lord Fraser of the Cape Family, Miss Biqi.”