Sunlight streamed into Ella’s private office, illuminating her completely naked body as she gracefully took her seat behind the desk. Her full, heavy breasts rested softly against her torso, rosy nipples slightly stiffened by the cool air, while her smooth, plump pussy remained fully exposed between her thighs.
Kane stood respectfully at her side.
“Tell me the bad news,” Ella commanded calmly.
“Very well, my lady,” Kane replied. “There is a troubling rumor circulating among the common people — that you are a daywalker vampire.”
“I suspect the vampire nobles are the ones spreading it,” Kane added. “They likely hope to turn the populace against you.”
“No doubt,” Ella said, leaning back in her chair. The movement caused her bare breasts to shift enticingly. “They want the common folk to attack me… while simultaneously complaining to the King in an attempt to strip me of my title.”
The people feared daywalkers just as much as regular vampires. Both drank blood, but a daywalker was considered far more dangerous — able to hunt during daylight hours when humans didn't expected of it.
Ella tapped her fingers thoughtfully on the desk, her naked body radiating quiet power.
“There is more,” Kane continued. “Our men discovered some of the missing villagers in the basement of the hidden manor. They were all dead — hung upside down with their blood completely drained into containers below.”
“Only some of them?” Ella murmured. “Eric is cunning. He likely has multiple bases of operation. He would not put all his eggs in one basket.”
Kane nodded. “The Umbra spies have also uncovered more about Eric. His full name is Eric Vinehart, a former noble from the neighboring country of Yorlen.”
“Yorlen?” Ella asked.
“Yes. However, the Vinehart house no longer exists,” Kane added.
“Kane, compile all your findings into a detailed report. Also, instruct the spies to investigate every noble in the Kingdom of Esklaira and list all suspected vampires.”
“As you wish, my lady.”
“Additionally,” Ella said, “spread a rumor that I am pregnant.”
Kane blinked in confusion. “My lady?”
“The pregnancy rumor will directly contradict the claim that I am a daywalker vampire. Everyone knows vampires — even daywalkers — cannot conceive children. The conflicting rumors will confuse the people until they eventually dismiss both as baseless gossip.”
“I see… As you command, my lady,” Kane replied.
A servant suddenly entered and announced that a royal messenger had arrived and was waiting in the main hall.
Ella rose immediately, her naked body moving with regal grace, and went to meet them alongside Kane.
The royal messenger, accompanied by several royal soldiers, unrolled a scroll and read aloud:
“The King, Samuel Esklaira, summons Viscountess Ella Esklair for an immediate audience. His Majesty requests that the Viscountess depart at once.”
After delivering the message, the royal party departed.
Kane quickly arranged a motor carriage with a trusted chauffeur, and Ella left for the capital without delay.
~•~•~•~
Several hours later, Ella arrived at the grand royal castle in the capital city of Esklaren.
A royal servant escorted her to a private receiving room. Ella understood immediately that the King wished to speak with her alone.
After a short wait, King Samuel Esklaira entered. Ella stood and bowed respectfully. The King bid her to sit.
Once tea and biscuits had been served and the servants had withdrawn, only Ella and the King remained.
“Ella, you look well,” the King began, his eyes openly admiring her completely naked form. “Truly marvelous. Your ‘Sexy Goddess’ fashion — or rather, the complete lack of clothing — is very sexy indeed. Your full naked body is absolutely gorgeous.”
“I am well, Your Majesty. Thank you for the compliment,” Ella replied gracefully.
The King smiled warmly. “Your father and I are related by blood, and Flint has long been one of my closest friends. I once offered him the position of Duke, but he refused, saying the title of Viscount was more than enough.”
“That is just like him — humble, kind, and honest,” the King continued. “I hope you share those same qualities, Ella.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Ella replied, inclining her head slightly.
“Now tell me truthfully,” the King said, his expression becoming serious. “Are you a daywalker vampire?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. I am a daywalker. But I assure you, I only consume animal blood. I would never harm an innocent human.”
The King studied her for a long moment, then nodded. “I believe you. You were raised by Flint, after all. I know you are not evil.”
He took a sip of tea before continuing.
“However, there are those who are evil. I want you to eliminate them — the corrupt vampire nobles and the criminals of the Red Moon syndicate.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Ella replied firmly. “I will gladly carry out this mission.”
“Good.” The King stood. “If you need any assistance, have Kane liaise with me directly.”
“As you wish, Your Majesty,” Ella said, rising and bowing once more.
With the audience concluded, Ella returned to her estate.
~•~•~•~
The next morning, the sun bathed the Esklair estate in beautiful golden light.
Liza and Emilia sat elegantly on garden chairs, their beautiful naked bodies fully on display — full breasts, stiff nipples, and smooth, glistening pussies completely exposed to the warm sunlight.
They watched with admiration as Ella sparred with Gaim. Both wielded blunt training versions of the Mitrisil katana made from ordinary steel. The blacksmith had produced several spares, knowing how fiercely Ella and Gaim trained.
In her previous life as Ishida, she had been obsessed with samurai culture. She had diligently studied Kenjutsu, Iaido, and Kendo, and even tried archery (though she was never particularly skilled at it). Her swordsmanship remained exceptional in this life, especially with the katana.
Suddenly, Kane arrived with an announcement: the blacksmith had come to the estate.
Ella instructed Kane to bring the blacksmith directly to the training grounds.
Shortly afterward, Kane returned accompanied by the blacksmith, who carried a sturdy wooden case with evident pride.
The moment the blacksmith opened the case, Ella’s sapphire eyes lit up with excitement. Resting inside was the first prototype of the revolver gun. It was slightly larger and heavier than her original sketches, yet it unmistakably resembled the revolvers from her past life — a long-barreled, five-shot design with a sleek, deadly elegance.
“With our current equipment, we could only produce a larger version of your drawing,” the blacksmith explained. “However, we successfully incorporated a flickstone igniter into every cartridge. It should fire reliably.”
“Creating a smaller, more compact version like your original design will require significantly more time and precision,” he added.
“This is already excellent,” Ella said, her voice warm with approval. “It’s beautiful.”
“Unfortunately, it is quite heavy,” the blacksmith warned. “A normal man would need both hands to wield it properly…”
Without hesitation, Ella reached into the case and lifted the hefty revolver with a single hand, holding it effortlessly as though it weighed nothing. Her full, bare breasts swayed gently with the motion, rosy nipples catching the sunlight as she stood in her fully naked glory.
The blacksmith’s eyes widened in shock at the casual display of her vampiric strength.
“Let’s go test it, shall we?” Ella said with a predatory smile, her naked body radiating confidence and power.