One of the common practices in Earth’s military forces was having different divisions of military, which all served different purposes in warfare. Some divisions fought in the front line, some fought from shadows, some were competent in aerial combat, while some were competent in water combat. The purpose was creating divisions was simple, having soldiers who were trained to survive and fight in different terrains.

Drac understood that something like this was happening with the black inquisitor before him. What he could not understand was the deal with the man’s division. And that was freaking him out. It might be his overthinking that might be pulling his paranoia strings. Nonetheless, he had a gut feeling that the presence of the man here was not a good thing.

“So deal with enemies from Shadows..” Drac said, “But why? Surely no man of god needs to hide their intentions now.. Right?”

The inquisitor looked at him with amusement, “A mortal like you won't understand the weight of responsibility that we have. So dont bother,”

Drac really wanted to roll his eyes with exasperation, he could let his intrusive thoughts win here. So he changed the topic, “What is your name sire?”

The man looked at him and said, “Name is Arnold. Arnold, son of Berthold, soldier Black Inquisition,”

“My name is Dracula..” He replied. He acted like he was hesitating, and then asked, “I have been a follower of Lord Itab all of my life. I have prayed to the al-mighty, ever since I was a wee little boy… Can someone like me become a sword of the Lord like you?”

Arnold turned towards him, “You want to be an inquisitor?”

“Yes, sire..” He tried creating tears, he was able to do it in his previous body. Luckily he was able to do it in this body as well, “I saw my family killed before my eyes.. I was kidnapped and tortured by devil worshippers. My face had changed, and I believed that those worshippers did something to me. I dont know whether I can become lord’s sword or not..”

The man chuckled, “Dont think like that child… In the embrace of Lord Itab, everyone is equal. Even if you dont possess the qualification to be an Inquisitor, you can still be of use to the Lord by spreading his teaching or doing good deeds,”

“I am afraid sir Arnold..” Drac said while wiping his tears, “I am afraid that I might have been changed for good. I am afraid that the devil worshippers might have made me a devil spawn like them,”

The giant put his hand on his head gently, “That is not simply the case. You can try to be better now, and everything will be just fine,”

With hope in his eyes, Drac looked at the einquisitor, “Do you think.. Can you check me? See whether I am a devil spawn or not?”

With a warm smile, the inquisitor shook his head, “It does not work that way. People who can wield mana can never become devil’s spawn….”

Then the inquisitor went on a lengthy tale of how one can change their destiny by embracing the teaching of Lord Itab. And how he could do better. Drac on the other hand got the answer he needed and was waiting for the oaf to stop talking so that he could get away from him.

It is after the conversation was over, that Drac left the oaf as he got what he came from.

The answer was before me all this time. Why the hell I didnt realize it? He thought as he was making his way to the secluded part of the camp, I have read about mana could reflect the nature of the person and didnt think much of it. But now it makes sense.

How can a person decide whether the other party is evil or not, simply by seeing their actions? But in the world of mana wielders, one could simply do so by feeling the personal mana of the other person. The mana can denote whether a person is evil or good, according to the books, but he was never able to tell the difference. But apparently, that is simply not the case with other mana wielders.

From his experience, some people might possess the ability to tell the nature of a person through their mana, but he had not encountered someone like this before. That was the case until he had met the Crown Prince.

That fucker put a tail on me, for who knows why.. But I think I understand it now. That man must have felt my mana, that is why he determined that one should follow me rather than Mikaila… Wait, am I more evil than the bitch who gets high on an innocent person’s soul?

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In the end, he just shrugged, he didnt care whether he was more evil or not.

But currently, he has an advantage for now. The circles that he had made had been utilized. This means he does not possess mana anymore. Which means no one would be able to tell if he is evil. And from his actions, no one would be able to tell as well. Which was a good thing.

“Hey, you!” Drac stopped walking and turned around. He saw a soldier bearing Sumor insignia running towards him, “Lord Sumor had summoned you,”

He sighed and then started making his way towards the Lord’s tent…

When Drac entered the tent, he saw the whole Sumor Family sitting around the table, waiting for him. There were no guards or attendants in sight, which gave him an idea of what the future conversation with the family held for him.

“Please sit down, Dracula,” Daniel said, pointing towards the chair opposite the three of them.

He silently took the seat. Then Daniel continued, “First of all, I would like to thank you for saving my wife and my daughter and keeping them safe,”

“Was just paying off my debt, that is all,”

Further Daniel added, “It doesn't matter what you were doing. Not only did you save them, you brought them here. Not to mention, you also saved the Sumor Family’s soldiers from certain death. These actions demand a reward,”

“Dont need anything.. Sumor Lord,” Drac wanted to portray that he didnt have any formal education, so he thought that deliberately using the wrong language would help him.

“Please, call me Daniel,” Then added further, “I am also aware of your past transgressions with our butler…”

“Transgression?” he butted in between.

“Apologies. Your past dealing with my butler. Or in simple words, I know about the story you have recounted to my spouse and my daughter. Could you please recount to me those events again?”

Oh, this cheeky fucker. He is suspicious of me. Drac thought, which made sense as well. Out of all the people that he had met, everyone had bought his acting skills and the stories that he had made. But Daniel and his father were the only ones that remained suspicious of him for a long time. Which was why he told them the truth so that he could build trust between them.

“No,” he simply said, “Your wife told you everything, didnt she? Why do you want to hear the story again?” Drac's reasoning of simple, there was too much that could go wrong with one slip-up. He had deliberately kept the tale simple so that no one would look for details. But he had a feeling that Daniel would certainly like to know about the details, which he didnt have.

“Well.. It is just that,” Daniel said with hesitation, “That butler was too close to us. To our family. I would like to know more about him,”

“That is utter bullshit,” Drac replied, but inwardly he cursed himself. He had said his thoughts out loud.

Daniel shifting his seat, “What do you mean by that?”

“You guys were not close. That butler was only close to your daughter, as she was the only one that he made me swear to save. So, drop the act and tell me exactly what I am doing here,”

Daniel looked amused, so he leaned back, “Fine. My wife told me that you have a ship. I want you to take some of my people with you, off the island.”

Drac shook his head, “I dont have a ship. I was just talking about taking a ship from the harbor. Nothing more,”

This time Helen asked, “Is that the reason that you didnt say a word when I asked whether you have a ship?” he didnt know what to say, “Because from where I was standing, it seemed Dracula that you were ignoring me. It seems that you might have slipped the information that you were trying too hard. That is why you chose to remain silent,”

Drac mustered courage, and said, “That is simply not the case,”

Daniel slammed his hand on the table, “You are lying. Tell me the truth, or I will have your head on a spike boy,”

A vein popped on Drac’s head, “Who the fuck are you calling a boy bitch ass fucker! Who do you think I am, do you think I am one of your soldiers or attendants that would just roll over just because you are yelling at me,” he then stood up, “Bitch, I will fuck you up if you come before me. And you know what, I am done with you fuckers. I paid my debt, now I am out of here,”

With that Drac was about to exit the tent, when he stopped mid-way. Goosebumps had risen all over his body, the feeling of dread and certainty of death was no once again facing him, but this time the feeling had intensified by a hundred times.

He had never felt such an ecstasy before.

Entered an old man, wearing white robes and a golden stole. The man was a giant as well, standing tall at 8 feet. He had wrinkles all over his face and hands and had an angry expression on his face as if he was disgusted by just looking at Drac's face. The battle-hardened face of the old man stared into his eyes and spoke, “Where the hell do you think you are going cockroach fucker?”

“Eh?” Drac said, as he could not recall ever meeting the old man. But he on the other hand seemed that he knew who exactly Drac was.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, the old man grabbed Drac’s neck and lifted him up in the air. “Look at this Alice.. We found a rat,”

“Are you sure he is a rat, Father Yuriel?” came a young woman in her late twenties, wearing a white robe.

“Oh, I am sure,” the old man said and started squeezing his neck.

In pain, Drac’s brain started working on overdrive, and he yelled “HELP ME!” An invisible wave emitted from him and spread all around the camp. And then unbeknownst to everyone in the camp, the ground underneath them started reverberating with clicking and screeching noises…