My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

While so many things were happening with Dante and the main group... There was something no one had noticed—some people who had 'disappeared' suddenly...

"Misty, please... Why are you still dressed as a maid? It's been weeks..." Nafiri asked as she walked alongside the Dark Elf, who was wearing a rather... peculiar outfit.

"I won't take it off," she said proudly, crossing her arms, which caused her chest to push up a bit over them.

Her outfit was quite out of place for where they were, and honestly, it drew a lot of attention. She wore a black dress with several white frills and a sort of apron in the front, along with a white-embroidered tiara on her head...

"S-Seriously? Everyone's staring at you!" Nafiri stammered, noticing all the looks she was getting.

They were in a very... peculiar place.

"Greedy ex-mistress, I think they're looking at you," Misty said calmly, noticing the various men practically drooling over Nafiri's semi-transparent outfit...

She was wearing a dress that was... spicier, perhaps the best description of what was happening. A white silk dress that accentuated all of her more striking features... especially her backside...

"W-What?" Nafiri stuttered, stopping in her tracks...

"She's right," Mercedes, who had been silently accompanying the two, finally spoke, drawing Nafiri's attention.

"W-What?" Nafiri was left speechless and completely embarrassed, turning her face away...

"Oh~ You should understand how men work. Who are you trying to impress?" Mercedes sighed as she asked Misty, who was wearing a dress in the unbearable heat of the desert.

"Hm? Of course, it's Dante, who else would it be?" she questioned with a smile on her face. "My dear master Dante..." she murmured as if thinking about something... perverted...

"How long has it been since we last saw that crazy man? I think it's been two months..." Nafiri murmured. "Well, he's funding this endeavor; he must've declared war by now." She smiled, her eyes quickly turning into golden dollar signs.

"Greedy," Misty and Mercedes said in unison.

"Tch, it's not greed, is it so bad to want to live well?!" she questioned, crossing her arms.

"Want me to go through your reserves and show you what real greed looks like? Come on, ex-mistress, you've got over six hundred spatial rings stuffed with money to the brim," Misty teased, and a vein appeared on Nafiri's forehead...

"Stop calling me ex-mistress! I still pay your salary, you know?!" Nafiri shouted at Misty, who shrugged. "With my master's money. So, it doesn't change anything, ex-mistress!" Misty provoked the older woman, smiling.

Nafiri huffed, crossing her arms tightly as her eyes narrowed at Misty. "I'm the boss here! And if I say no more salary, what will you do?"

Misty chuckled, completely unfazed. "You tried that once, remember? Guess who paid me in the end? That's right, Master Dante. He always finds a way, ex-mistress."

"Stop calling me that!" Nafiri exclaimed, her cheeks beginning to flush with frustration. She shot a furtive glance at Mercedes, hoping for some support, but the woman merely looked away, pretending to have nothing to do with the argument.

"I also wonder why you're so insistent on wearing those clothes," Mercedes finally said, changing the subject and trying to ease the tension. "Dante isn't even here to see you dressed like that, and... well, it's a desert! Aren't you dying from the heat?"

Misty looked at Mercedes with an enigmatic smile. "It's not about him seeing me. It's about being ready. When Master Dante returns, I'll be the first thing he sees. And honestly, I think he'll really enjoy seeing me like this. You know what they say...

anticipation is the key to desire."

Nafiri rolled her eyes and stepped forward, trying to ignore Misty's provocative talk. "You're all crazy... and perverts! I just want to get back to our base as soon as possible. I can't stand this heat and these teasing comments."

Mercedes chuckled lightly. "Oh, Nafiri, you pretend not to care, but I saw how you reacted when Dante showed up shirtless that day..."

"I didn't react!" Nafiri immediately interrupted, blushing furiously. "That was... that was just shock! Nothing more!"

Misty laughed, bringing her hand to her mouth to cover her teasing smile. "Sure, sure. So why are your cheeks so red now, ex-master?"

Nafiri sighed heavily as she walked alongside Misty and Mercedes.

The desert heat did nothing to ease her growing irritation.

The previous conversation still echoed in her mind, but something more important now weighed on her thoughts.

"So, what's the next step? Dante's plan has already started to take effect, hasn't it?" Mercedes asked, breaking the silence. She wore a thoughtful expression, her eyes scanning the horizon as the trio approached the operations base they had recently acquired.

Nafiri, still a bit frustrated by Misty's teasing, nodded slowly. "Yes, we've started destabilizing the Werewolf Kingdom's economy. I've already sunk my claws into several major trade routes... but this is only the beginning."

"This is dangerous," Misty commented, her teasing smile fading as her expression turned serious. "You know the more we mess with their economy, the more attention we're going to attract."

Nafiri raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she tried to ignore the oppressive desert heat. "Exactly. That's the plan. Dante wants to shake the foundations of the Werewolf Kingdom, and the most effective way to do that is to cripple their economy. If they can't sustain their forces, their armies will weaken. And when that happens...

well, we'll be ready to strike."

Mercedes looked at Nafiri with considerable concern. "Are you sure we're prepared to deal with their response? Werewolves are notoriously vengeful."

"Let them come," Nafiri replied, a calculated glint in her eyes. "We've already solidified our operations, and Dante is providing the resources we need. By the time they figure out what's happening, it'll be too late."

Misty, who had been silent until now, chuckled softly. "This is so Dante... creating chaos without even drawing his sword. He really loves watching enemies destroy themselves from within."

Nafiri smiled faintly, her earlier frustration fading as she reflected on the impact of their actions. "You think so... he's probably itching to kill every member of the werewolf royal family. But it's true, when you control the economy, you control everything. And that's what we're doing now."

Mercedes still looked a bit hesitant. "But what happens when they realize we're behind this? It won't take long for them to start making the connections."

Nafiri shrugged. "By the time that happens, we'll have other pieces in play. We're talking about a long-term game here, Mercedes. They can try to retaliate, but we'll always be one step ahead."

Misty, with a mischievous smile, crossed her arms. "Besides, when things really start heating up, Dante will be there to make sure the fire doesn't go out."

Mercedes let out a sigh. "I just hope he knows what he's doing. The Werewolf Kingdom is powerful, even with a weakened economy."

"Trust me, he knows exactly what he's doing," Nafiri affirmed, her voice firm and determined. "And if everything goes according to plan, the Werewolf Kingdom will be just another pawn on his board."

As they arrived at the operations base, Nafiri, Misty, and Mercedes froze at the sight of who was waiting for them at the entrance. In the middle of the courtyard, amidst an overwhelming aura of power, stood the Werewolf Queen, Siren, and, of course, Valentina.

The two of them were conversing calmly, but anyone looking closely could feel the weight of their presence, as if the air around them was charged with electricity.

Nafiri, usually so confident and calculated, felt a chill run down her spine as she realized these two were directly involved. She exchanged a nervous glance with Misty and Mercedes. They all knew that, although allies, Siren and Valentina were not known for their patience. And now, here they were, side by side, as if waiting for something from them...

"A-A queen...?" Mercedes stammered, her voice coming out higher than she would have liked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the overwhelming presence of Valentina beside the Werewolf Queen made it nearly impossible.

"Yes... And Valentina too," Misty murmured, more serious than usual. Her gaze was fixed on the two powerful figures before them. "What are they doing here...?"

Nafiri, trying to regain control, forced a smile, though she felt the weight of the situation. "I imagine this is about the economic destabilization we've started... But I didn't expect the Queen of the Werewolves to get involved personally."

"Look who's back..." Valentina began, her voice smooth but filled with undeniable authority. "Seems like you all had quite the fun this past month, didn't you?" She flashed a dangerous smile, her eyes locked on Nafiri.

The dark elf swallowed hard, feeling Valentina's piercing gaze. "Well, we... we were just following Dante's orders," she replied, trying to stay calm.

Siren, the Queen of the Werewolves, stepped forward. Her presence was striking, an imposing figure with long white hair and eyes that shone with the intensity of a predator. "I became aware of the financial maneuvers happening in my kingdom," she said, her voice deep and threatening. "And I'm here to find out who the brilliant mind behind this chaos is."

Nafiri nearly stumbled over her words. "W-We... were just... executing the plan..."

"Hey, you girls just chill out, she's on our side," Valentina said, breaking the tension among the three women.

"What the hell! How is she on our side? Why didn't you say anything before, you bloodsucker! I needed a strong ally, and you had the Werewolf Queen with you and didn't mention it?!" Nafiri exploded, but—

"Auuu!" Her forehead hit the ground hard, only from Valentina's pressure. "Respect is important," she said.

"S-Sorry!" Nafiri squeaked, and Valentina released her aura.

"Humpf, you're lucky Dante likes you," Valentina grunted.

"SCARY!" the three shouted in unison.