Reincarnated into a New World As a Vampire

After getting to the rendezvous point, the different family heads of the noble houses came to Aldritch, greeting him with a knee on the ground and their right hands on their chests. This was the formal way to greet the king or someone with higher authority in this world.

Aldritch didn't show any disparity in his expression or actions as they came before him, instead, he didn't look at them much before turning the other way, waving for them to get up.

They had to wait a bit more for the rest to catch up before they could proceed. For the time being, it seemed like no one was yet to notice their presence, all was good.

A few minutes later, the remaining groups arrived.

"You all know what to do, let's begin, no mistakes shall be tolerated." Aldritch said, turning towards the royal palace before taking off. Following behind him were Lina, Khal, and Rindher's units alongside themselves. The rest positioned themselves at different places.

There were a few units sent to oppose the church in the event they came out, though, that wasn't going to happen if all went according to plan, since there were also a few units positioned all around the dwarf mountains surrounding the royal palace to stop any runaway.

As for the noble houses that sided with the king, they had several units watching them to attack if they showed any sign of movement towards the royal palace.

Aldritch and the units following him gradually made their way into the royal palace. They ran into a few guards on their way, but nothing major, as the guards were pretty much normal humans. Even though they possessed incredible martial skills, they still could not utilize mana, so it was mostly useless, especially against mind control.

As for their group, approaching in too much of a stealthy manner was pointless, so they prioritized speed, flexibility and efficiency.

As they got closer to the palace, Aldritch noticed something off, and he wasn't the only one who noticed it.

"Well, it seems they too were prepared, I wonder what gave us away…" Aldritch thought out loud, voicing out everyone's thoughts as he did.

The entire premises had no guards standing or moving around. Khal quickly used his detection skill to see where they all were so he could lead the rest.

"Why don't we just head in, no need to stall. Rindher, send someone to deliver this message to those outside to keep them informed.

At least everyone present shared another thought, which was the possibility that the various armies of the noble families that belonged to the royal faction were also present. There was also the possibility that it wouldn't be so.

'Normally, you'd expect such a king to double the security at such a point, instead he makes himself look vulnerable to lure us in. Cleaver or stupid, I really don't know.' Aldritch thought to himself.

Opting to go in through the front door, Aldritch and his people passed through the front door that led into an enormous hall, more like a grand hall than the front entrance of a house. Surely, even though Lada's house was big, it looked small before the royal palace, perfectly understandable.

Well, before they could take in full detail the magnitude of the room itself, everyone was focused on the multitude before them. It would seem that the king was well prepared. For the more important things, Aldritch was curious to know just how their plans leaked.

"You fools have showed yourselves finally! Hmph! You all will die here today without graves, the dogs' belly will be your resting place!" A middle aged man with full white beard and braided hair spoke in a powerful tone, raising his spear in front of him in a manner that challenged authority.

Aldritch didn't even show a change of expression as he looked at the man for a seconds before turning to look around.

"I'm not here for dull dialogues, just tell me where the king is and we'll be done. Any other statement you make that contradicts that will be taken as your death request. That goes for all of you. Now, where is your king?" Aldritch asked in a cold but audible tone as he stared directly into the man's eyes.

The man standing at the forefront wasn't alone, Aldritch already knew who he was and who the people behind him were. Apart from the mundane soldiers, the other four were the head of the noble houses that sided with the royal faction, and the ones that had not been enslaved and turned into vampires.

Of course, there was no need to kill these strong people, their strength was well desired by Aldritch as they would be good addition to his family, and also help stabilize the kingdom after he takes over.

Well, if all went well, that won't be necessary, as the king will turn Aldritch's pawn and he could just rule from the shadows, that would be the best case scenario and would make things most easy for him.

Instead of answering, the army before them each fastened their weapons in their hands, ready for battle.

'No time for useless talk I see.' Aldritch said to himself as he closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, they shone with an inner crimson hue that captivated the attention of all those before him. Before they could even think to turn a different side to avoid his eyes in case it was his magic, Aldritch already had their minds through mind compulsion.

"Tell me where the king is." Aldritch said. Truly, hiding secrets from a vampire was almost pointless, they could just draw it out of whoever when the time came, without force too.

Aldritch and the rest behind him waited for the answer, but instead of answering, the men before him remained silent, their expressions a bit dull, a sign that their minds were not exactly in touch at the moment.

"Where is your king?" Aldritch asked again, this time, still no reply.

"Magic?" Lina asked, her brows furrowed a bit.

"No, they truly have no idea where their king is. Is it possible they knew of our ability to control other before he came here?" Rindher was curious. If so, it would either mean that their side had a mole, or the king and whoever was his advisor were smart.

Though Aldritch could easily tell why the king even without knowledge of his enemies being vampires would do such a thing, after all, magic existed, he couldn't help shake off the idea of there being a mole amongst his people.

'A mole, huh?' Something he hadn't really though too much of. If there was any, it would either be from the Chivalrous Saints who still had their minds intact without alteration, or another vampire who had been turned by one of his subordinates, either way, it was a bad taste in his mouth to even think it. Regardless, he was sure to take care of it once everything was done.

Now in a slight irritated tone, Aldritch ushered a light nod to his people, signaling the start of the fight.

Khal launched forward like a blur, disappearing from where he stood behind Aldritch only to appear in the midst of their enemy's army. Using a single technique, he generated a gust of wind seemingly from nowhere, blasting away everyone around him before they would even raise their weapons against him.

Almost scoffing after sending his foes flying, he turned his attention to those that remained on their feet with the faintest of smiles. That singular act sent some shivers down the spines of his enemies, but the mere fact they could remain on their feet was commendable, or more accurately, it meant they were the only ones worth his time there.

The family heads and pretty much most of the soldiers had only regained their senses when Khal attacked. They barely had enough time to process what had happened to them, if it was the effects of a magic spell and what other effects it produced on them. Now, that thought would have to wait, as another problem was before them, more like all around them.

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The family heads were baffled as to how Khal could move so fast, even they who were hailed as the most powerful warriors within the kingdom couldn't follow his movement. As they turned to face him, all they saw was a look that could only be described as mockery, a look of disappointment almost.

Holding firm to his spear and not relenting, the white haired man sprang forward with all his might, hoisting his spear horizontally pointed at his enemy, Khal. He charged so fast that even he appeared like a slight blur to his peers, and to most of the soldiers, he simply vanished from where he was standing.

Instead of dodging, Khal maintained his position, parrying the incoming spear using his sword and shifting its trajectory to the side, while with his leg, he planted a firm kick to the white haired man's side, sending him crashing into the wall some metres away, close to the stairs.

To those who couldn't follow anything that had just happened, the white haired man had only disappeared from where he was standing, they heard a sound, and then he was lying on the ground metres away.