The First Vampire

“You should know that if the Senate elects a governor, the odds are high that Prince Lexie will be chosen!”

After everyone left, Duke St. Gregorian finally couldn’t help speaking up.

Colin, grinning, deliberately teased as he leaned back on his chair:

A Prince Lexie Regent isn’t a big deal. The Orc Emperor is dead, the War Song Legion has been crushed, and the remaining Orcs are just scattered sand.

Even if I’m not commanding, the Human Allied Forces can defeat them one by one and restore the Westland…”

“Do you really not understand the gravity of the situation?” Duke St. Gregorian was a little anxious, “Do you think if you give up military power, Prince Lexie and Governor Fred will let you off the hook?

In the battle of Luwal, the Central Army suffered heavy losses. Who do you think the Royal Family will blame for this?

Not to mention the Emperor’s abnormal behavior, which they have surely noticed by now. Once they gain power, they will definitely exploit this!

Even if you are prepared for it, the Royal Family won’t let it go so easily!

They will continue to suppress you, restrain you, and even destroy you! Because your influence is already enough to threaten the stability of the Empire!”

Colin quickly raised his hand to calm Duke St. Gregorian, explaining:

“Don’t worry, I already have a way to deal with Governor Fred. I won’t relinquish command of the Imperial Allied Forces. You don’t need to worry.

Right now, while this farce is going on, it’s a good time for the troops to rest. Once this matter is settled, I’ll lead the troops west.”

Colin still didn’t explicitly tell Duke St. Gregorian that he could control the life or death of Emperor Reinhardt.

After all, considering Marquis Vincent’s case, Colin kept some precautions against the Bloodline.

Duke St. Gregorian, seeing Colin’s confident attitude, finally relieved a little, but still warned:

“Colin, you are favored by my God and bear a sacred mission!

Although I don’t know what this mission is, I firmly believe that you can certainly succeed!”

With that, Duke St. Gregorian respectfully bowed to Colin, performing a knight’s salute before leaving the tent.

Colin sat alone on the chair, falling into contemplation.

He could feel Duke St. Gregorian’s fervent hopes for him.

Clearly, the latter really regarded him as a God-sent figure with a sacred mission.

Moreover, Duke St. Gregorian was not satisfied with Colin’s current achievements, even if he had driven the trolls into a corner, destroyed the Third Orc Empire, and saved the Glorious Empire.

She was still hoping for more.

She did not believe that the purpose of a God-sent being was only this much.

The last God-sent was Gana of St. Lorenzo, the founding emperor of the Glorious Empire!

He unified the human empire, defeated various races, and made humans the rulers of this continent.

Compared to him, Colin’s current achievements indeed fell short.

But the problem was that Colin knew he was a fraud…

He was just an ordinary person who transmigrated from another world, with no connection to gods and no sacred mission to fulfill.

At most, he had mysteriously gained powers similar to those of the Bloodline…

Nevertheless, Duke St. Gregorian’s reminder and expectation made Colin couldn’t help but start to reflect what was the purpose and meaning of his coming to this world?

If he didn’t bear a mission, could he just live aimlessly?

Marquis Garcia actually asked Colin a similar question, but Colin didn’t really think about it.

When he first came to this world, Colin just wanted to figure out the function of his Bloodline “Golden Finger” and tried to find out who murdered his previous identity to avoid being assassinated again.

Then, because of the troll invasion, he was drawn into war, met Vera and Marquis Garcia, got involved in the political storms of the North Territory, the Half-Elf Kingdom, Dragon City, and even Luwal Valley, and had intelligent fights with various enemies.

All along, he had problems to solve, and often faced life-threatening dangers, not having the luxury to ponder about questions that people think about only when they don’t have anything else to do.

Colin was now almost at the stage where he had nothing better to do.

Although there were still Orcs to be driven away, Marquis Garcia waiting for his name to be cleared, threats from the royal family, and so on…

But for Colin, these were no longer tricky problems.

He was no longer threatened by anyone or any power in the world.

Outwardly, he was the guardian of the North Territory, an imperial count, attaining prestige and controlling power that even the royal family was terrified of.

In secret, he had a Holy Warrior blood slave, a Holy Knight bloodline, and a Blood Shadow Guard that consisted of thousands of professionals.

But what’s next?

Indeed, people need goals in life.

Otherwise, they would sink into endless confusion and emptiness, unable to find the meaning of life.

Therefore, after being stirred by the words of Duke St. Gregorian, Colin began to reflect on himself—

What is my ultimate goal?

Power?

Colin was not particularly power-hungry.

In fact, if Colin really wanted to seize the supreme position, it was not impossible.

In doing so, however, would bring him endless trouble, after all, such a transfer of power would surely be accompanied by countless bloody conflicts.

Colin didn’t think it was necessary.

He could totally promote Prince Harrison to the fore, remain behind the scenes himself, and use a manner more acceptable to the noble lords to achieve control over the empire.

But then what?

What happens after having control over an empire?

Power is but a tool, not an end.

Colin fell into confusion again.

In his contemplation, he suddenly felt a warmth in his chest.

Looking down, he saw that the ancient oak mistletoe hanging around his chest was faintly glowing.

Colin took it out and observed it carefully.

A faint green mist spread out, giving Colin a sense of calm, as if his previous confusion had completely disappeared.

He couldn’t help but think—

Perhaps, I came to this world with a certain mission.

In a daze, the scenes before Colin started to spin and break apart, only to merge back into a scene.

Colin was stunned for a moment before realizing that this was clearly the room in Grey Castle.

It was the first scene he saw after coming to this world.

In the deep darkness, a cold light suddenly flashed.

It was a dagger, stabbing directly at Colin’s chest!

Shick!

The anticipated pain did not come.

But the scene before him shattered abruptly, and a dignified middle-aged man appeared before Colin.

The most striking part of his marble sculpture-like face was his dominant eyes, as if the entire world was under his control.

He was wearing an exquisite silver armor, with a burning knight’s sword in his right hand. The surging flames gave off a soul-stirring heat, as if to burn away all the evil in the world.

Colin stared blankly at the man, and the image of a statue he had seen in the square in front of the Dragon City Senate came to his mind. He blurted out:

“Gana St. Lorenzo!”

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