“…!!!”

Verna and the high lords were filled with only shock and confusion. Their father… their sky had knelt too easily. The one who stood at the peak of the clans with immense power and profound mysteries had submitted. However, Verna and the high lords didn’t dare to express their shock. It was because of what Master Rivoles had said while kneeling on the ground.

Overlord…

Origin…

They knew too well what those words represented—mythical beings who stood above even the clan master. They had heard of such beings but had never seen one. That was why even vampires described them as ‘myths’. Just as their names suggested, Origins were known as the very first vampires. No, rather it wasn’t even clear if it were him, her, or them. All but a very few clan masters even knew of their existence.

However, the Rivoles Clan’s master had confirmed it. The master of one of the oldest clans had let his proud knees touch the ground for the young man, who was showing an overwhelming presence even without evoking his Fear.

“I greet the Origin.”

“Overlord of the Tribe! We greet the Origin!”

From the master to the slaves—all who were part of the clan’s hierarchy showed reverence for one existence. It was truly an unbelievable situation, something that would not even be recognized as a joke if told as a story. However, Eugene, the sole recipient...