Pitiful Young Master in a Reversed World

Chapter 3

"Captain, so who's going to put on the sealing cuff?"

At the woman's words, another woman who seemed to be the captain spoke calmly.

"Obviously, you should put it on."

"Huh? Why me?"

"Well, because you're the newest member in the organization, obviously?"

".....Understood."

The woman let out a sigh and approached Beya.

"This really isn't some kind of trap... right?"

Even while trembling, she carefully fastened the sealing cuff around Beya's ankle and then cautiously slung Beya over her shoulder.

"Ugh, this damn bitch, why are her tits so heavy?"

"So, are we heading straight to the organization now?"

"No, the boss gave special orders to bring her directly to the mansion."

Hearing they were going to the mansion, Beya focused her hearing.

"Huh? The mansion?"

"Yeah, the mansion. Is there a problem?"

"Is there even space in there to keep this woman?"

"You'll see once we get there."

Nodding hesitantly, the woman carrying Beya followed the captain through the dark night streets.

"We're here. Get inside quickly."

Moving stealthily like assassins slipping through the shadows, the six figures arrived at the mansion.

Entering an area hidden behind bushes in the mansion's garden, a secret door greeted them.

"I didn't know there was a place like this in the mansion."

"Well, since the boss and her family live here, there have to be a few secret spots. From today, your lives have turned around-assuming you don't leave the organization, that is."

"You really are the best, Captain! It was worth following only you."

"But how do we open this? There's not even a keyhole."

"That is......."

The captain, about to explain, shut her mouth tightly.

She stopped mid-sentence and knelt down.

The five women, except for the captain, opened their eyes wide at the sudden appearance of a woman holding a cigar.

The woman, with a large scar running across her left eye, took the cigar from her mouth into her right hand and spoke.

"Is this the one?"

"Yes, boss."

At the following woman's voice, all five women knelt down.

Because of that, poor Beya's head hit the ground.

"And what is that?"

The woman pointed at the corpse of a woman dried up like a mummy.

"That is, um, Hasdia."

"Hasdia? Hasdia, Hasdia... Ah, that girl."

Stroking her black hair with her right hand, the scarred woman lifted Beya with her left.

"From now on, I'll take this woman, so you all may leave."

"Understood."

Seeing the scarred woman wave her right hand, the six women bowed deeply and retreated.

Confirming the six women had left the mansion, the scarred woman placed her palm on the door.

-Fingerprint and mana confirmed.

A cold, mechanical male voice sounded, and the door quietly opened.

"My name is Svela Cartio, vampire."

Hearing the black-haired woman's voice, Beya felt dismayed.

She never imagined the boss of the organization would come forward personally.

Had she not been wearing the sealing cuffs, she could have taken her down without much trouble, but now it wouldn't be easy.

Svela carried Beya and descended the stairs.

"I won't ask how you met my son. To be honest, he sneaks out of the mansion quite often."

Entering a hidden prison beneath the mansion, Svela tossed Beya inside.

"Originally, I intended to kill you first. You're an enemy of the Black Robe and my organization. But Louis beat me to it.

Don't forget, vampire, the only reason you're alive is because my son showed interest first."

Svela turned her head away from Beya, who lay collapsed on the cold floor.

"Hey."

"Yes, boss!"

The nervous guard standing nearby hurriedly ran over to Svela.

"Bring another sealing cuff."

"Yes!"

The guard rushed off and quickly brought back a sealing cuff.

"Put it on."

"Yes!"

The guard fastened the sealing cuff around Beya's other ankle and bowed deeply to Svela.

"Well done. You may go."

"Yes!"

After the guard left, Svela fixed her cold gaze on Beya's face and spoke.

"You'd better not even dream of escaping."

*

"Is this the woman the young master showed interest in?"

"That's right. She resisted so fiercely one of our members ended up dead."

"What a damn bitch."

"Watch your mouth. What if the young master hears you?

Anyway, it's fine since Hasdia died."

"Sigh, I told her so many times that she was too impulsive."

"But with looks like that, she'd fetch a high price even though she's a woman, don't you think?"

"There are plenty of rich lords with strange tastes, so it's definitely possible."

Having woken up briefly from a nap, Beya quietly lay on the floor and listened to every word the guards in the underground prison were gossiping about.

'It's quite a large place. I never expected they'd remodel an entire mansion into a hideout.'

Beya cracked her eyes open slightly and scanned her surroundings.

A cold stone floor and bars made of steel entered her view.

'This must be the mansion where the boss's family lives.'

Judging by the size of the organization called Svela, they probably had several other hideouts, but

there was no doubt this was the very heart of the Svela organization.

Honestly, Beya was a little surprised.

She never imagined there would be an organization's mansion right in the capital.

Beya shifted her body around.

'......My body feels heavy. And my senses are dulled.'

With her wide sensory perception sealed, which normally allowed her to sense everything around her, she felt as if she had gone blind.

'Status window.'

[Name: Beya

Race: Half Vampire (Human, Vampire)

Abilities: Blood Flow Control, Hardening, Bloodsucking

Trait: Race of the Night (Half)

Stats: Strength: 14 (44-30) Stamina: 6 (36-30) Agility: 7 (37-30) Endurance: 10 (40-30) Mana: 11 (41-30)

Warning! It has been 28 days and 22 hours since your last offering. 71 days and 2 hours remain until your next offering.

Warning! You are currently wearing sealing cuffs.

Number of sealing cuffs equipped: 2]

Beya looked down at the anklets fastened around both her ankles.

'No wonder my body felt so heavy. So these were sealing cuffs.'

"Hey, you there."

At the sound of someone calling her, Beya sat up.

"Yeah, you."

The woman sticking her head out from the opposite bars was someone from Beya's memories.

"You are......"

"Because of you, I didn't get to eat that guy. How are you going to take responsibility? He was the first one who really turned me on."

"How is that my responsibility?"

"Because of you, I couldn't have him! I wanted to feed him all my juices!"

Beya instinctively recoiled from the woman, her face twisted in disgust.

She moved deeper into the cell, her body swallowed by the dark shadows.

In the end, that was the right choice.

"You son of a bitch!"

"How dare you spout such nonsense to the young master!"

The enraged guards dragged the woman out of the cell and began to beat her mercilessly.

After a few minutes,

"Hey! Stop!"

A guard who entered late hurriedly pulled the two guards apart.

"This woman is merchandise to be sold to Black Robe! She's being transferred tomorrow, what are you doing!"

"But this bitch was spewing crap to the young master!"

"...What exactly did she say?"

"Some bullshit about wanting to feed him all her juices......"

"What! You bastard!"

Beya's eyes gleamed.

Since even the guard who came to stop them had joined in the beating, now was her chance to escape.

Beya had infiltrated this mansion to gather information.

She slowly got to her feet.

Even though it was morning, a weak time for vampires,

for Beya, a half vampire, the time of day only affected whether she was in good or bad condition.

The only variable was whether she was wearing sealing cuffs.

Wearing just one was bad enough, but having two on at once was worrisome.

Beya's eyes trembled anxiously.

Beya's hands gripped the bars.

Her two hands grasped the bars.

As she applied force, the bars gradually bent, and relief filled Beya's eyes.

Knowing she could escape without much difficulty finally put her at ease.

But Beya's expression was still grim.

'I'm low on blood.'

Now that she thought about it, how long had it been since she last fed?

Even if bloodsucking wasn't as vital for a half vampire, she still had vampire blood in her veins.

For vampires, blood was essential to survival.

Vampires who drank the blood of virgins, maidens, and the strong became stronger,

while those who did not weakened and eventually died.

Half vampires wouldn't die from not drinking blood.

But in this weakened state, blood was absolutely necessary.

"Hey! What's going on!"

At the man's voice as he entered through the door, the female guards hastily shoved the woman back behind the bars.

"It's nothing, young master."

"Yes, nothing at all, haha."

The woman who entered alongside the man with snow-white hair showed Beya to him.

"A birthday gift from the boss for the young master."

Beya's eyes met the man's.

The man's eyes widened, as if he hadn't expected to see Beya here.

".....Is this for real."

Despite the man's muttering, Beya was too busy admiring his face.

Hair white as untouched snow.

Eyes blue as a clear sky.

Skin as pale and flawless as his hair, and lips so red they drew her gaze unconsciously.

Even his seductive eyes gave off an incubus-like charm.

Beya swallowed unconsciously.

Her instincts as a vampire whispered to her.

Bite his neck now, suck his blood, and make him hers.

To drink his blood, which was surely as sweet as honey.

A sweet scent of virginity wafted from him.