Vampire Summoner's Rebirth: Summoning The Vampire Queen At The Start

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"Your name was… Blake the Summoner, right?" the King of the Elves asked with a rather uninterested and bored expression.

"Despite seeing his entire country burn, is that the expression of a desperate King?" Blake thought, his red eyes growing sharper. "Your majesty, I can't help but notice your face full of indifference, is this a trait of yours?"

"…What?" the King asked, his eyes slightly widening.

Finally, there was some emotions on his eyes.

"Your country is burning, and I've come to help you, is this the tone you should use with your future savior?" Blake asked again.

"You dare…!"

"Oi, who do you think you are?!"

"Go back on your words right now!"

"Restrain him!"

The guards surrounding the throne room rushed towards Blake.

A mere glance from Blake and an invisible force suddenly stopped their movements.

Elfriedden, his mother, and his little brother were all watching the scene in disbelief.

Cattalina giggled, she had to admit her son-in-law always made things interesting.

Erika and Elizabeth sighed; they knew something like this would happen.

The rest of the group were silently spectating things as if watching a movie.

"Stop," the King gave the order. "No need to get so angry with him, he's not wrong…"

The King smiled slightly, his Aura slowly surging from his body.

"I have been restraining my own emotions for five thousand years, young Summoner," he said. "If I ever show an expression of despair, of suffering, or of concern to my subjects, what do you think they'll ever think about their entire country? I am well aware of how everything is dying and being destroyed… And it frustrates me, saddens, and me makes me mad beyond belief.

But… I have people I must take care of; do you understand?"

"I do," Blake nodded. "Thank you for clarifying that, your majesty. I am greatly honored for your calling here. You see, just recently, while were in the tunnel… we were attacked."

"Attacked?" the King seemed concerned. "What… do you mean by that? Who attacked you?!"

"It happened just recently, your majesty," Everfrost said. "The barrier broke, the tunnel broke, draconic beasts and demons came out, cultists attacked and even a Dragon Born appeared."

"What? We've not received any reports about that, your majesty!" one of the knight generals that had gotten angry at Blake talked.

"Yes, that's right, it's because we resolved everything within eight minutes," Blake nodded. "Here, as you can see, we've saved their corpses."

Blake's grimoire opened its inventory, a pile of cultist corpses, dragonborn, demons and draconic beasts dropped over the throne room.

The scent of blood was sickening, making most of the knights and guards there recoil in panic, disgust, and anger!

"You bastard! You dare throw corpses in front of his majesty?!"

"You must be tired of living, you filthy human!"

"Summoner or not, this is too much! Restrain him now!"

The guards once more insisted on attacking Blake.

He was having a hard time resisting the urge to kill them with a single thought.

"You cockroaches should stop bothering me if you don't want to be crushed by my foot," Blake spoke with a solemn tone of voice, his red eyes shining brightly as his invisible divinity shook.

RUMBLE!

The guards and knights were quickly forced to kneel before him.

"W-What is this?!"

"I-I can't… move!"

"Ugh… Agh…"

The level of enormous pressure was something almost impossible to detect, but it was all real, it was as if gravity itself went against them.

This was the invisible wall between mortals and divine beings, something these guards, even as high as Rank 3 or 4, could simply not compare to.

Even amongst Blake's friends, who were Rank 4, their power level was simply way too high compared to the average Rank 4 Elven Knight.

It wasn't just Blake… he had raised a group of monsters, and he was not afraid of showing off his strength.

The King remained in silence as he watched the scene, unmoved by everything.

"Interesting," he said. "So it seems you were not wrong… You seem to be very strong, cultists trying to assassinate you seemed rather foolish, were they not aware of your strength, Blake?"

"It appears they weren't, your majesty," Blake said.

"I see how it is," the King nodded. "Very well, this has already been reported to the knight and guard forces through my Telepathy Skill, we shall make sure to strengthen the defenses, so this doesn't occur anymore.

"T-Thank you for your generosity and understanding, your majesty," Everfrost said. "Now, if possible, I would like to discuss something…"

"Who told you speak, Everfrost?" asked the King. "Remain in silence."

"E-Eh?" Everfrost stepped back, as the King's pressure slammed down into her, trying to send her flying like a fly.

However, Blake's Divine Aura and Elfriedden's spirit aura protected her.

"Father! That's enough!" Elfriedden cried.

"Don't you think that is not a good way to treat the woman that gave birth to two of your children, your majesty?" Blake asked. "Are you truly a king, or perhaps a savage?"

"Hah," the King smiled. "Apologies, I just am not in a good mood… And you, Elfriedden, what exactly are you doing here? You're not allowed in this castle as I've told you before. You are a failure, and if you dare come again, I might as well strip you out of your title of nobility."

"W-What…?!" Elfriedden muttered. "I've come back after you challenged me to get stronger, and I've become stronger, father! Don't you see? This is my power! I've Ranked Up, I am now Four Stars!"

"Four Stars at birth is much different than through Rank Up, I commend your hard work whatsoever, but you're still weak and pitiful, my son," the King said. "This world is not made for the weak, leave."

It seemed the King didn't want any interaction with his family at all!

He was an incredibly cold and emotionless man, someone that had forbidden all emotions and familiar bonds.

A sentinel that only cared about his country's safety.

"…" Blake remained in silence as he looked at Elfriedden lose all his resolve with just a few words. "The trauma must run deep within those two, after talking about a revolution, they sure feel overwhelmed by facing him, hah…" he thought.

He quickly faced the King again.

"Your majesty, I've learned everything I needed to know."

"Hm? Then you are going to the battlefield? Very well."

"Indeed. I shall proceed to eliminate you first, however."

"Of course- Hm?!"

SLASH!

Blake appeared behind the King within a split second, only leaving trails of shadows and crimson blood energy behind.

It was incredibly fast, and everyone in the entire throne room was completely unable to do a signle thing.

With his spear in hand, Blake used his spear's blade to slice the King's neck like a warm knife going through butter.

Even his friends were shocked, their eyes widening in utter disbelief.

The King's head flew into the skies, his face filled with shock and pain, blood coming out of his cut off head, hitting the ground and rolling slowly.

The knights, the guards, Elfriedden, his mother, and even Sapphirus.

Everyone!

They were left…

Speechless!

"B-Blake…"

Elfriedden muttered, his mouth wide open.

He glanced at Blake's cold red eyes, his aura of darkness and blood exuding endlessly from his body.

In that moment, as he was covered with the blood of the king of elves.

He looked like an actual demon.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

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