Vampire's Slice of Life

There was not much planning or schemes in place. The plebeians charged straight at Viscount Ferdinand's house.

There was nothing shameful for a noble than running away with his tail in between his legs. Even if Viscount Ferdinand knew he was outnumbered, he had to fight. He had taken the noble status, and was obliged to stay strong in every perilous situation.

The leader divided the group into three parts. One was supposed to charge head-on and the other was supposed to sneak attack. The third group was meant to kill people who were trying to escape.

Viscount Ferdinand was prepared for the onslaught. An army was waiting to test the sharpness of their spears.

The moment the army saw the plebeians, they attacked without hesitation. A battle erupted between the two sides, and while busy, the assassin group crept up on the noble house from the dark.

Lith belonged to this particular group. He had specifically asked to be placed behind the scenes and was granted it easily.

While the rest of the people from his group went to attack Viscount Ferdinand, Lith suddenly found a sharp arrow shot right at his head.

His instincts warned him of the immediate danger, and made him duck. The arrow ended up piercing the person behind him, one-shot killing him.

Lith had a look behind and saw it to be the same person who had asked the question to the leader on why they were killing Viscount Ferdinand.

Turning to the source of the arrow, Lith saw a few cloaked figures. They were prepared and seemed to be waiting.

'Well, no point fighting those guys.' Lith thought. He wasn't here for killing, but sowing more discord than ever.

Gliding by the mansion of the Viscount, Lith directed a few people from his group towards the cloaked figures, and few towards the inside of the mansion. Once done, he quickly left to get a few more things done.

"Viscount Ferdinand! Come out!" The leader shouted at the mansion's front.

"Watch your tone, peasant." A loud voice rang out from the mansion. And out arrived the Viscount, a figure donning black and red suit.

"It's time to pay for your sins!" The leader yelled again and went to strike the Viscount.

Instead of engaging in battle, the Viscount made his guards keep the guy busy. While their swords clashed, he sneered and said, "I'll have you understand why challenging a Viscount was your life's biggest mistake. You should've been thankful that I spared you that day, but you just had to poke the hornet's nest unnecessarily."

Viscount Ferdinand raised his hand. An assistant appeared by his side. "Tell Viscount Balam, Viscount Nar, and the many Baron houses associated with us that we have a few ants to crush. It's high time we showed our power, otherwise these pests are going to keep bothering us."

"Understood, Master." The assistant said and left.

The leader sneered as he heard that. Hacking a sword at the two guards' eyes and gauging their brains out, bent his back and pitched them at Viscount Ferdinand.

The nobleman tilted his head to the side and the brains splattered on the wall of his mansion. He sighed and said, "Pests truly are annoying."

Eventually, as the battle went on, the leader's squad suffered through a major wipeout. Half the people on his side were gone, with his own self suffering severe injuries. Still, he persisted.

Time went on.

In a few hours, the situation seemed grimmed for the leader. It was found out that the petite girl called Jane was the mole in their squad. How had she bypassed the truth filter was something nobody could guess.

At this point, the Viscounts mentioned by Viscount Ferdinand and the Barons arrived at the scene.

They watched the spectacle from the mansion's rooftop and were drinking and cheering, having a fun time at the commoners' misery.

Within twenty minutes, the leader's squad was on its last straw. Returning or reversing the tide was almost impossible from this point onwards.

Pain, fury, annoyance, grief, despair… all such emotions could vividly be felt on the battleground.

Right when the commoners were at their lowest and the nobles at their highest, a loud gong resounded in the air.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the source and found a man riding a cloud, holding a brass gong and a trumpet.

After another hit of a gang, the man on the cloud blew the trumpet, piercing everyone's ears with its shrill sound.

The Viscounts frowned while a glimmer of hope rose in the hearts of the commoner party.

From the horizon, everyone could see tiny black dots. It was nothing at first, but then… the scene that the nobles saw chilled their hearts, making them freeze.

A sea of plebeians were flying towards them!

"What is this!?" Viscount Ferdinand yelled.

Like a swarm of locusts attacking crops, the plebeians invaded the territory of nobles. Their first target: Viscount Ferdinand and his associates.

Loud cries of the plebes resounded in the city of Lamesnaria as they had the first taste of power.

Being out of expectations was an understatement for the Viscounts and Barons in the area.

The leader and Viscount Ferdinand were merely pawns used for a greater cause. As for the one who had used them, he was standing on the terrace of a three-storey house near the Viscount's area.

"That's really pathetic." Lith commented.

"You can't blame them, Your Highness. They've been at peace for many years." A soft, monotonous voice said.

Turning to Hecate beside him, Lith shook his head and said, "Their combat prowess is subpar. They've got nothing to use in case of emergencies. It's really bad."

Hecate fell silent. Lith's words weren't wrong and she knew even the Witches would be in a similar condition if such a large scale attack occurred.

"Though, if His Highness doesn't mind…" Hecate's red and blue heterochromatic eyes twinkled. "Can I ask why you're doing all of this?"

Lith looked at the commoner vampires raze the Viscount's house down, killing everybody in their path.

"It's to prepare them." Lith answered. "There's going to be bigger problems soon."

Hecate wondered what the bigger problems were, but didn't ask about it further. It didn't feel right to do so.

Looking at the dead people, Hecate said, "A lot of people will die, Your Highness. Are you willing to accept such bad karma?"

The corner of Lith's lips curved up. "I'll incur bad karma if they had actually died."

"What?" Hecate didn't understand.

"Just wait and watch, you'll understand everything."