Vanessa softly stretched out. Already, the true origin of vampires could no longer be verified, but a majority currently believed it to be Dracula, who could be researched in history. It was to the extent that the Dracul, the direct descendants, were unquestionably the first house, granted that it was to their benefit not to allow anyone to question the veracity of Count Dracula.

She unfolded her pitch-black bat wings. She didn’t like her current form very much. To any woman, giant bats were ugly, but she presently needed to act as such.

However, her thoughts turned back to Dracula. This was still a point of doubt for her and all the other vampire houses as well, a topic with a hundred different ideas, but no answers offered.

If Dracula was their primogenitor… then what about the story of vampires having originated from Cain’s flesh?

Still, now wasn’t the time to think about these things. Due to her unique physiology as a bat, the Normandy was already in sight. This tanker frightened her and caused her mind to skip, but she felt nothing!

Without a doubt, the holy relic’s unsealing had been so clear an hour ago!

There were only two possibilities. The first:...