The Vampire Lord, Argoric Hermon, sat on his throne. The handsome man rubbed his pale white chin and said, “It’s boring…”

“W-What do you mean, sire?” a beautiful elf asked.

“My slave, everything seems meaningless,” Argoric said as he stared down at the elf from his throne. The elf, whose head was bowed, had a very charming aura but she was drenched in blood. The Vampire Lord continued, “I’ve lived for too long.”

The beautiful elf slave trembled whenever Argoric spoke. The blood that covered her was not hers; rather, it was the blood of a goat. The Vampire Lord had a unique hobby, in which he liked to drench his slaves in goat blood before bossing them around.

“Blood, slaves, and merrymaking. I’m sick of all that,” Argoric said as he crossed his legs and leaned on his throne’s backrest. The Vampire Lord did not seem to be interested in keeping up with appearances befitting his title as the king of all vampires.

Argoric stared at his slave for a moment before asking, “My slave. What was your name again?”

“L-Lemon. It is Lemon, sire,” the elf slave replied while trembling.

“Lemon? Why’s your name Lemon?” Argoric asked.

“I was a slave since birth, so I had no name. The slave trader just named me the first thing that came to his mind. That is why my name is Lemon, sire,” Lemon replied.

“Tsk tsk… What a foolish thing,” Argoric said as he stood up from his throne. The cape on his back did not touch the floor because of his height. He walked...