After slamming that vampire hard against the wall, Hestia led Mirena out of the room.

Mirena walked beside her, unsure what Hestia had said to provoke such fury.

Since she didn’t understand, she might as well ask.

"Um... Master, may I ask something? What did she say to make you so angry?"

Hestia was still seething, so Mirena spoke cautiously.

The moment the words left her mouth, Hestia glared fiercely.

Mirena flinched back a step or two, then Hestia’s gaze softened.

"S-sorry, I scared you."

"It’s... it’s fine, Master. I’m actually a little happy you’re angry for me. But what did she say?"

"Just now, she wanted to ‘put you into production’ to preserve the royal bloodline..."

"Huh? P-production? What does that mean?"

Mirena tilted her head, confused.

"Using methods to make you conceive the Elven royal bloodline. Do you know what that means? Getting you pregnant and having babies—understand!?"

"Huh? I... I can’t do that! I’d rather die than..."

Mirena trembled. Getting pregnant meant being with a male Elf—

—No, she’d never allow that!

"Calm down. Those lowly Elves don’t deserve to touch you. As long as I’m here, no one will mate with you. Only I have that right..."

Mirena stared at Hestia’s wide, cold slit pupils.

Fear radiated from them.

—You’re way scarier than them, honestly.

"Is that so? Then stay here. Let’s see who’s more terrifying."

Hestia turned and strode down the corridor.

Mirena glanced at the caged Elves around her.

Combined with what that person said about pregnancy, she feared Hestia might abandon her here.

She dashed after Hestia, clinging tightly to her arm.

"No, no! I’m not interested. I’m going home with Master!"

Hestia had only been joking—she had countless ways to ditch Mirena if she wanted.

Not doing so meant it was just playful teasing.

Hestia didn’t resist the embrace, clearly enjoying Mirena’s coquettish act.

Soon, they reached the corridor’s end.

A massive door stood there.

Though still in the pet shop, the deeper they went, the more it felt like another dimension.

So high—

Why was only this area built so tall?

The architect seemed to deliberately emphasize its height.

But outside, Mirena recalled seeing nothing unusual.

Vampire architecture was truly bizarre.

Hestia seated Mirena on a bench by the stairs.

"Nana, wait here. I’ll be out after the meeting. Don’t wander."

"Okay, okay, I know, Master. Even if I wanted to run, I wouldn’t know where. And you hung your prized nameplate on me—anyone would drag me back if I got lost."

Uneasy but convinced Mirena couldn’t escape, Hestia nodded.

"True. But I expect you right here when I return. Understood?"

"Alright, alright..."

Mirena sat on the bench, swaying happily.

Hestia pushed into the meeting room, heart uneasy.

Inside sat famous Vampire nobles.

—This trip wasn’t just to walk Mirena.

This meeting was the real purpose; the walk was incidental.

Only Hestia could control these eccentric Vampires.

Her duty was clear: relay the Prince’s recent meeting details.

As Hestia entered, the room’s chatter died instantly.

All eyes turned to Mirena, then widened in shock.

Before this powerful figure, they stayed silent—likely from innate fear.

"The nobles aren’t all here yet..."

Hestia coldly scanned the Vampires, each cradling petite female Elves.

Male Elf blood lacked the sweetness of females’, making the latter top-grade.

Thus, everyone chose female Elves.

Hestia’s face darkened with displeasure.

—This gathering was vital; outsiders couldn’t know its secrets.

Otherwise, she’d have brought her pet inside.

The nobles, seeing Hestia’s anger, grew flustered.

They didn’t know what provoked her.

But they were perceptive.

Noticing her glare fixed on their Elves, they blamed the Elves.

Plus, this great lady had no Blood Slave of her own—

she must envy their blood-providers.

They were wrong.

Hestia’s worry for Mirena made her lash out at other Elves.

One Vampire stood, catching on.

"Hey! This is a critical meeting. Why bring outsiders? Expel all non-Vampires now."

The Elves rose and filed out.

Mirena stayed obediently by the stairs.

Hestia had ordered her not to move.

She wouldn’t budge—not when her escape plan depended on patience.

Hidden in this corner, no one would notice.

Suddenly, a voice came from ahead.

"Oh? Fancy meeting the Elven Princess here. Where’s Lady Hestia? Already inside?"

The Vampire Prince from earlier—Dorin Croft—smiled brightly at her.

Beside her stood the purple-haired woman from the entrance: Wendy Trollope.

Mirena refused to speak to any Vampire but Hestia.

She crossed her arms, turned away, and ignored them.

—A normal Blood Slave would tremble answering such a question.

But this one was prouder than lowly Elves.

—Interesting.

If not for the nameplate marking her owner, Dorin would’ve snatched Mirena home already.

Then taught her the price of rudeness.

"Let’s go."

Since Mirena gave no reply, Dorin started to leave.

Halfway, footsteps echoed from inside.

The door swung open; Elf girls streamed out, passing the three.

"Oh ho! Hestia made all nobles dismiss their Elves. Must’ve angered her. Why not leave? Chat with your kin while you can."

"Sorry, Master told me to wait here. I won’t move an inch!"

"I see. You’re quite obedient to Hestia. What has she done to you?"

"What she’s done is none of your business! Go to your meeting. Leave me alone."

Mirena seethed at their leering, sadistic gazes—making her feel sick.

"Alright, alright. But if you need the restroom, go behind that door." Dorin pointed to the corridor’s end. "Trust me, you won’t be disappointed..."

Mirena didn’t need the restroom.

She replied firmly, "Thank you, but I’m fine."

"Fine. But if you go, please—go there."

They left this cryptic remark and entered the hall.

The heavy door slammed shut behind them.

"Restroom? What nonsense. I’m not even in a hurry..."

Mirena muttered, deep in thought.

—Could something be there?

As the shop owner, Dorin knew this building well.

Was she helping Mirena escape to get back at Hestia?

It made sense—they had a grudge.

Mirena swallowed nervously.

Should she check?

No... whatever. I’ll just peek.

Even if Hestia finds me gone, I can blame the restroom.

Gathering courage, Mirena stood and walked toward the ‘restroom’ Dorin had pointed to.

Question: If you adjust the level, will the overall stats change?

Answer: Of course not. If it were that simple, Mirena would have already maxed out her level and escaped long ago. So, it's not that easy.

PS2:

Name: Mirena Barlit

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Race: Elvenfolk (Blood Slave: If not fed blood for a day, she experiences Withdrawal Reaction.)

Level: LV0

HP: 70/100 (recovering)

MP: 50/50

Strength: 10

Agility: 20

Stamina: 20

Intelligence: 400

Physical Attack: 2

Accuracy: 10

Evasion: 20%

Critical Hit: 0%

Skills: Level Appraisal (Sealed), Data Alteration (Sealed), Blood Fragrance (Suppressed)