This is a castle.

In the castle lives a gentle and refined nobleman, who is none other than Duke Kairi Adelin, the head of the second noble family.

Most vampires are not fond of moving, commonly known as being "stay-at-home";

Vampire's 'stay-at-home' is not limited by gender. Even Dracula, who is currently away from home, can be considered a "semi stay-at-home";

Among them, Duke Kairi is one of the very best, extremely averse to leaving the castle and venturing into the outside world.

He believes his current life is just fine and does not want his peaceful days to be disrupted, especially loathing two things the most:

First:

Having an unwelcome guest in his residence;

Second:

Someone in his residence doing things that annoy him.

However, he is very unfortunate.

Ever since Dracula broke through several defense lines like soldiers and giants and officially entered this castle, Duke Kairi's good days have come to an end.

The Dracula standing before him is exactly the type of guest he detests the most;

And this guest is indeed doing things that he despises.

The experience of having one's belongings rummaged through, no matter who experiences it, surely does not lead to a pleasant mood, let alone the Duke himself, who has a strong sense of territory.

Unfortunately, no matter how he protests, the head of the Thirteenth noble family, who is even more ruthless than a bandit, will never show a shred of mercy.

In order to silence the Duke, Dracula came up with a very convincing reason:

『When my family and I were passing through, not only did you send out troops to intercept us, but also later mobilized assassins and giants. Can you justify this?』

Regarding the incident of attacking their own kin, the Duke indeed has no way to defend himself.

After experiencing the current disaster, the Duke is more convinced than ever:

His previous attempt to intercept Dracula was definitely not right;

Even if there were any issues, at most it was the regret of not being able to intercept the other side, which he strongly feels now.

Similar experiences are not new to the Duke.

The relationship between him and Dracula is like "Nobita and Gian" but in a female version.

Unfortunately:

When being bullied, the "Gian" Duke does not have a blue robotic cat popping up beside him for support. He doesn't even have a reliable helper.

Since all the guards in the castle have been defeated by Dracula, the Duke can only make one last stand and later choose to personally enter the fray.

『Dracula, I challenge you!』

In a fit of rage, the Duke rolled up his sleeves, assumed a fighting posture, and clenched his fists to strike towards Dracula.

It must be clarified:

The Duke is extraordinarily intelligent, as seen in his previous attempts at interception. While ordinary vampires can only think of one step in their plans, he can think ahead to the second and third steps;

He also loves collecting, possessing an outstanding ability to estimate the value of historical artifacts at a single glance, making him the most elegant head of the noble family;

However......

Dracula has her back turned to the Duke.

She used her ears to catch his determined declaration and heard his urgent footsteps approaching. Without turning around, she swiftly swung her fist back and struck behind her.

『Hah!』

Dracula let out a menacing shout.

At that moment, Wang Yafu was standing not far away observing the room, then suddenly witnessed the Duke flying backwards towards the wall.

Dong!

The quality of this wall is really good, the Duke crashed into it very miserably, but the wall itself didn't even have a crack.

Where did we leave off before?

Right!

The Duke himself can indeed be considered an outstanding head of the vampire family.

Unfortunately, with so many advantages, if he really had to fight alone, he would at most be a battle noob;

The weakest of vampires, without a doubt...

"I hate it!"

After weakly shouting out two words, the Duke completely collapsed to the ground, no longer holding any hope in stopping Dracula from what he was doing.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

Wang Yafu is a kind young girl, completely different from her slightly scheming brother.

After the Duke was knocked down, she took the initiative to step forward to check on his condition;

Although out of caution, Wang Yafu did not directly touch the target, but still picked up a spoon used for stirring drinks from the table and lightly poked the Duke's face.

Poking the face was her way of checking the target's injuries, although the method was clearly ineffective, it still prompted the Duke to exclaim:

"These days, a fellow vampire (Dracula) can't even compare to someone from a different race."

The world is corrupt—it's not just a phenomenon unique to human society!

But the target of criticism is still engaging in acts of invading others' property to this day, and the situation seems to be escalating.

"Hey, where is the 'Magic Mirror'? The one passed down in your family!"

Although it is still looting, the extent of harm is not necessarily the same every time.

In the past, when Dracula entered the castle, he would at most search for some valuable items, then take them back to enrich his own little treasury.

But things are different now, she started demanding the most valuable possessions from other households, without any intention of returning them.

"..."

After being questioned, the Duke firmly sealed his lips, with an air of "I won't talk, try tearing down my house if you can."

Since it was not a difficult task, his demand was soon fulfilled.

Dracula came to the window, pushed open half of the window with his hand, and stuck his head outside.

It had nothing to do with breathing fresh air, Dracula did this only to tell his subordinates waiting outside the castle:

"Tear this place down, start from the first floor, and I'll forcibly demolish the second floor to assist you!"

It seemed that they were running out of options.

Facing such a rogue opponent, what else could the Duke do except to resign himself to his fate?

Reluctantly, the Duke revealed the hidden location of his family's heirloom, right behind a secret door in the bookcase.

"If only you had cooperated earlier."

Dracula said impatiently, the Duke could only watch helplessly as the other party started to act, manually moving the mirror out.

The "Magic Mirror" itself was not heavy, but the Duke had deliberately fixed the mirror on a stand for better display.

The "weight bonus" from the metal stand was significant, and since Dracula didn't exercise much, he began to pant after moving it for a while.

"Huff, huff, huff, breaking this thing, let's just get it done!"

Dracula gestured to reach for the stand.

"Hey, hey, that stand is an antique with a three-hundred-year history, don't touch it, don't—"

Crack!

It was too late to stop it.

At the moment the frame broke into two pieces, the Duke's pupils rolled up, most of his eyes occupied by the white, quickly fainting.

From the perspective of conscience, Wang Yafu was sympathetic to the Duke, but "Magic Mirror" involved her brother;

Anything related to her brother was the top priority for Wang Yafu;

She had no thoughts to spare at the moment for anything else, and immediately she jumped over to the Duke, leaving the poor guy alone.

"Big sister, can I really see my brother through this mirror?"

Wang Yafu bounced around in front of Dracula, indirectly revealing her excitement.

In terms of reputation, Dracula might deceive his own kind, but he did not want to deceive Wang Yafu.

Even for just a moment, Dracula did not want Wang Yafu to doubt him, so he stroked her black hair and confidently replied:

"'Sister' will definitely make your wishes come true, just watch!"

The "Magic Mirror" stood in front of Dracula, its surface shimmering like a lake;

It was not strange that the mirror did not show an image now, because to find Wang Xiaole's trace, they had to use the blood from Wang Yafu, who was closest.

The time to offer blood had arrived.

Wang Yafu was just an ordinary girl, very afraid of pain, she would even need to muster up courage for a shot.

"I will let the blood drip on it."

But now, Wang Yafu voluntarily placed her small finger in her mouth, bit down, broke the skin, and let the blood drip onto the mirror.

The only reason that made Wang Yafu so bold was simply because of what was in her heart at that moment;

The belief in seeing her brother again, constantly supporting her deep down inside.

After being influenced by the blood, the mirror seemed to be stained;

The blood drops continued to seep in, merging with the water on the surface of the "Magic Mirror," gradually forming shapes and eventually revealing an image.

Subsequently, what appeared in the picture was a blurry snowflake.

Dracula was unfamiliar with these snowflakes, but Wang Yafu felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had found that old TV malfunction feeling from the "Magic Mirror."

The snowflakes continued, expanding, enlarging, until a faint "sizzling" sound was heard shortly.

"Is this thing broken?"

Dracula, lacking patience, raised his palm and began to strike the surface of the "Magic Mirror" forcefully.

Pat, pat, pat, pat!

The more he struck, the denser the snowflake presence became.

During the long "repair work," Dracula gradually realized something, and soon had an epiphany:

"I see, it's the signal here that's not working, let's change the location."

The "Magic Mirror" was not something Wang Yafu could lift, so Dracula took it upon himself to move the mirror to another location.

That place was by the window, and though Dracula was daring, he didn't worry at all that he might drop someone else's ancestral treasure.

However, bold as he was, Dracula's guess was correct.

Wang Yafu also soon figured it out:

The "Magic Mirror," like a TV set, had particularly bad reception in certain locations.

Usually in this situation, just moving the "illusory mirror" to a different spot would lead to the accompanying changes: snowflakes swiftly disappeared, replaced by gradually clearer images; shortly after, the images expanded slowly, and after a dozen seconds, fully covered the original snowflake points; the changes also came with gradually clearer sounds.

When the images turned lifelike, two pairs of eyes locked on firmly, carefully capturing the successive changing scenes.

How can these scenes be described?

In short, it is: Wang Xiaole being sandwiched between three elegant young girls, wearily making excuses and occasionally being pushed around by their soft bodies.

Initially, Wang Yafu thought that his important brother was being held by villains with a rope at the edge of a cliff, enduring the whipping of evil forces and verbal humiliation.

But now, it seems that there are significant discrepancies between the imagined scene and the actual situation.

At present, this little girl is completely stunned!