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The Vampire Nation of Prussilvania was situated to the west of Primaria Theocracy and southwest of the Dixon Empire. An isolated country ruled by bloodsucking races of vampires.

More than half of its land borders are surrounded by some naturally occurring barriers.

First off, the whole extent of the country's eastern border was planted with trees from the southwestern portion of the Vagoth Forest. Those green lands kept them separated from the faithful followers of the Theocracy.

At the southern border of Prussilvania, a long range of mountains served as a division between the vampires and the dwarves. In actuality, those lines of mountains were only a fraction of the total length of the Rashi Mountain Range.

Those mountains were so high and rough that they could not serve as a trading route between the two races. But it doesn't matter since vampires and dwarves don't trade that much.

The western side of the country faces the sea. Whilst the northern part made an open path to the empire, in which the country the vampires are trading from, since Prussilvania didn't have many dungeons to explore.

Although the country faces the Vagoth Forest, their jurisdiction over it is relatively small. If they cross into other realms, they might cause some territorial disputes. That's why the country resorted to trading by legal means.

High-ranking vampires, nobles of the Greater Vampires race and higher, usually request materials that are uncommon and rarely found in Prussilvania, mostly high quality blood from powerful monsters.

Not all vampires drink blood for their sustainability and vitality; only Lesser Vampires do since they still have the vampire's weaknesses and needs.

Powerful vampires mostly treat blood as a leisure and luxury product, like how humans see wines. Like humans to alcohol, vampires had preferences in choosing what blood to drink.

According to the vampires, the quality and taste of blood varied depending on what race of organism the blood came from. Blood from dragon-type monsters was said to have the best quality.

For that reason, the evaluation of vampires for blood increased significantly, to the point where they find average human blood too salty for their taste. The blood of powerful magicians barely suited their taste but was probably at the threshold of their standards.

The absence of dragons in Prussilvania prompted the vampires to commence trade with the empire through the guilds, since the empire is the only neighboring country that accepts any non-hostile races.

Many people in the Theocracy still believe vampires and demons are alike, the opposite of what the country portrays. The reason why Prussilvania tends to avoid engaging in any interaction with Primaria.

Prussilvania was largely populated by vampiric races along with other races like humans, mostly merchants and adventurers, and succubi who sought shelter from discrimination.

The vampire nobility is composed of only Greater or True Vampires. But not all the members of superior races were nobles, since commoners can Level up and constantly evolve.

Vampire race like Greater Vampire and True Vampire had lifespans exponentially longer than the Lessers, Lesser Vampires had lifespans like that of humans by the way.

A longer lifespan also has its side effects. As a counter to their nigh-immortal lives, powerful vampires didn't have much fertility. That's why vampires are not as populated as the other races.

For that reason, the total population of Prussilvania was about as large as the number of citizens of the Imperial Capital, Jeffer. Half of it was situated in the Vampire Capital City of Nosferatu.

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Vampire Capital Nosferatu was located at the very center of Prussilvania. In the center of the city stood a majestic castle, where the Supreme Ruler of all the vampires resided.

The Supreme Ruler is the most powerful of all the few remaining True Vampires in this world. Lived for more than a thousand years, witnessing the history and changes of not only the country but also the world.

The city is filled with active people despite being basked by the midnight moon. Most of the establishments still had their lights on to receive customers for their products and services. Vampires are nocturnal beings, and working the whole night is their thing.

Among all the structures erected in the city, there was one building that was not different from the others. A two-story restaurant that serves blood-rich dishes intended for vampires to eat, like the popular dragon blood stew.

The first floor is for customers to walk and dine in, while the second floor was constructed with small rooms cloaked with barriers. These rooms are for rent for customers to privately converse while eating their ordered dishes. The rent is a silver coin per hour, excluding the food.

In one of these rooms, two individuals are facing each other as they are eating the Tyrant Lizard liver steak they ordered prior, which cost five silvers per serving.

One is a man. His race is not indistinguishable, but he appeared to be in his sixties. His white hair, probably from his age, was slicked back atop his head. A white mustache sits below his nose, and gray eyes are covered by a monocle to the right.

After munching a slice of the soft organ, the old man began to speak. "The packages you had ordered are at the warehouse already. Though we can only provide a lesser quantity this time."

"Good job, Mr. Claude." A female voice echoed in the room, responding to the statement of the old man who's named Claude. "Things have gotten more dangerous, so it's better to play safe."

The woman wore a black dress that shaped her curvaceous figure. Her wavy wheat-blonde hair swayed gently as she was eating her order.

"Thank you for your consideration." Then he ate another slice. "But I didn't expect you to personally come here, Miss Sabrina."

The woman with whom Claude is currently interacting is indeed Sabrina, one of the heads of the Five Headed Hydra. The head of the human trafficking division and the acting head of the black market division.

"Well, many of our illegal businesses had been shut down by the authorities. Someone has been sabotaging our organization, so I have to handle things personally to avoid further failures."

"Quite the cautious person, are we?"

"Hmm. I do not want to experience the same fate as Alt and Methis, anyway."

Sabrina is still wondering why Kolben, their boss, killed Methis just because they lost a facility. But she concluded that there are things that only Kolben could perceive and understand.

"Pardon?"

"Never mind that. Let's continue our discussion."

For things to go well with the plan, the heads of the organization have been supervising the organization's activities and working more cautiously and strictly than before. Failures would inevitably either be arrested like Alt or silenced like Methis.

As for Sabrina, who is simultaneously managing two divisions, her workload has been piling up to a mountainous level. It is starting to affect her daily routine and will eventually reflect on her body.

The stress from her increasing workload reduces her limited time to groom herself. Lately, she started to notice strands of her hair staying between her fingers while taking showers. She didn't have a fail-safe way to address the problems the saboteur had caused.

"Well, about the package, we were able to procure fewer than usual because the other clans had noticed the frequent disappearances of the succubi in their domains."

"We can't help it. At least you sneaked some out."

The package they are referring to is the succubi. A race of demons that only consists of female members.

Since succubi are an all-female race, they had to breed themselves with the males of other races in order to repopulate.

For that purpose, succubi are naturally born with beautiful faces and alluring bodies. Those feats alone are more than enough to attract men, even without the assistance of their innately charming abilities.

Despite those attractive characteristics, succubi were often discriminated against due to their other trait, a pair of ram's horns that curled out of their temples. Those appendages are apparently the same as the horns of demons, the nemesis of humanity.

Although the empire considered succubi a nonhostile race, they could not stop people, especially women, from thinking of succubi in the same way as the northern demons. Thus, making succubi migrate to Prussilvania.

There are still remarkable differences between demons and succubi. Demons are naturally born with dark skin; succubi aren't. Succubi have a whip-like tail; demons don't even have one.

So distinguishing a succubi from a demon was not that hard. A white-skinned, horned woman is genuinely a succubus.

If there are discriminating succubi, there are still a minority of people who are consciously attracted by their looks. desire to accompany one on bed. But people might think of them as heretics who've been charmed by demons.

That's the reason why Sabrina of the human trafficking division is here. The organization is making succubi as sex slaves for their clients, like they have been doing to the elves.

She had a powerful yet corrupted vampire clan abduct some succubi residing in their territory, promising them wealth and power. To prevent suspicions, the kidnappers had been taking succubi from other territories as well.

Recently, the rulers of the affected territories have been taking heed of the suspicious activities happening inside their domains. Deployment of more night patrons was their temporary solution for now.

"Hmm. This dish is quite good." After gulping down the last chunk of her dragon liver steak, Sabrina voiced her honest impression of the food. "I'll be taking off now." Then she stood up from her seat.

"Thank you again for your patronage, Miss Sabrina." Claude, who had just finished his meal, stood up and opened the door for Sabrina.

"What a gentleman." Sabrina was praised after collecting her robed coat back from the hanger.

"This is what servants do." The man in the butler suit bowed as Sabrina exited the room.

After Sabrina got out of the establishment, Claude transformed himself into a bat before storming out through the window.