The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

"Has this dragged the entire vampire clan into this?"

Despite being outnumbered and outgunned, the blonde vampire showed no fear whatsoever.

Delta suddenly waved her hand, and magic condensed into a blood scythe several times larger than her entire body, the crimson scythe handle held in her hand.

Delta found it rather strange, as she knew that vampires did not gather in groups, yet there were several pure-blooded vampires present, as well as the hybrid vampires they had assimilated into.

The entire vampire clan was mobilized; such a large-scale operation couldn't possibly be just for attacking a caravan.

Delta had considered that the reason the vampires were making such a fuss might be him, but apart from being a slightly more noble pureblood, he didn't have anything special about him, at most he could count the favor from Lord Shadow.

She didn't believe the vampires were after the latter. Lord Shadow was a mysterious and supreme leader of the Shadow Court, not someone that ordinary people could possibly fathom.

Delta prefers to speak with the blood scythe in her hand rather than using her brain.

Why use your brain when you can solve a problem with force?

At that moment, several vampires emerged from the vampire army before them, and Delta immediately assumed a fighting stance.

The people who came out were all veteran vampires, once renowned figures in the vampire world. Delta had long since disappeared without a trace, and he thought they must have met with some accident. He was surprised to find them still alive and well.

Seeing that the group of people had broken away from the vampire army, and that they were all veteran seventh-tier vampires, Delta was somewhat puzzled.

What does this mean? Are you challenging me to a one-on-one fight?

Before Delta could figure out the reason, several veteran vampires spoke in unison: "Leave humans and come back with us."

Persuade them to surrender? Delta was somewhat displeased.

Are you kidding me? You think you've got the win in the bag before the fight even starts?

You seem to be showing a bit of disrespect to eighth-tier vampires.

The blonde, mature vampire's crimson eyes gleamed with even greater fighting spirit. Several veteran vampires immediately realized that Delta had misunderstood. One of them quickly said, "We didn't mean to provoke you. We hope you'll come back because the entire clan needs you."

"Huh?" Delta was even more confused. Could such words really come from the mouth of a veteran pureblood vampire?

Does the entire tribe need me? Putting aside what the tribe actually needs from me, isn't it absurd to use the interests of the tribe to morally blackmail a vampire who has no sense of tribe and is obsessed with personal gain?

The veteran pureblood vampire sighed and said, "It seems you still don't know what happened to the vampires."

Delta dismissed it lightly, saying, "So what if I haven't had contact with anyone for over a decade? What's wrong with being a vampire?"

Having not had contact with his own kind for over a decade, he would be considered quite extraordinary even among long-lived species, but he seems normal among vampires.

"You are the last woman in the entire tribe."

After the veteran pureblood vampire slowly answered Delta vampire's question about her current situation, the blonde mature vampire pondered for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and said, "How could that be? It's just that you're too scattered and haven't found anyone else, right?"

“No.” The veteran pureblood vampire shook his head: “All the clansmen we could gather are here, and none of them have seen any other female purebloods besides you.”

Upon hearing this, Delta no longer questioned the old pureblood vampire's words, understanding that the old pureblood vampire's words were 99.999% true.

From this perspective, everything makes sense.

Delta paused, then said, "What are you going to do to take me back?"

Seeing an opportunity, the veteran pureblood vampire immediately replied, "As long as you come back with us, we will honor you as the Queen of the Vampire Clan, granting you supreme rights. You can choose your spouse as you please, as long as you can continue to produce pureblood offspring."

To be hailed as queen?

Vampires are a species even rarer than elves, and they don't have any concept of a nation, let alone a vampire king or vampire queen.

Since no vampire is powerful enough to command the complete respect of their clan, there is naturally no such thing as unifying the vampire clan and establishing a kingdom.

And now, to set this precedent and make me king?

After a moment's thought, Delta realized that she did indeed possess the qualities to become a vampire queen.

She was powerful enough to command respect, and as the only woman in the entire tribe, she enjoyed the highest status.

Of course, the latter is based on the former. If Delta were just an ordinary pure-blooded vampire, even if he were a veteran with the strength of the seventh rank, he would still become a public sex slave for his "compatriots", right?

Because she is powerful enough, she will not become a reproductive tool, but will be able to create a precedent in the history of the vampire clan and become a unique vampire queen.

But how did he acquire strength far exceeding that of ordinary vampires?

It was that lord, because Lord Shadow Demon granted him magic and allowed him to consume his blood, that incredibly delicious and nutritious food.

If I hadn't met Lord Shadow that day, I probably would have died at the hands of the vampire hunters, and the entire clan would have truly lost all its female members, right?

The scene from that night, the scene of herself regressing to a loli form and being chased, the exquisite taste, the sweet and delicious taste of blood—she still remembers it vividly.

I am no longer the carefree and unburdened aloof vampire I once was.

She is one of the Ten Shadow Attendants of the Shadow Court, Delta of the Fourth of the Ten Shadows, an attendant personally named and imbued with magic by Lord Shadow, and a loyal servant of Lord Shadow.

Perhaps Gray didn't see the Ten Shadows as subordinates to be ordered around, but it's undeniable that in the hearts of the Shadow Court attendants, including the Ten Shadow attendants, Lord Shadow was a supreme being.

They can serve Lord Shadow as maids or wives, but in terms of status, they would never dare to consider themselves equal to Lord Shadow.

In the waiter's mind, the image of Grey Brandt, the Shadow Lord, had been completely deified.

Lord Shadow is a god in the eyes of the servants!

Is there any exaggeration involved? Is Grey Brant truly capable of being a god, a being revered by countless people?

Gray probably had no idea about this; he never thought of himself as anything superior, and the idea of ​​gods was just an exaggeration.

But all the waiters would give the same answer.

We are servants of the Shadow Court, those who lurk in the darkness, hunt shadows, and serve the supreme being!

The blonde, mature vampire Delta smiled.

To abandon following in the footsteps of the gods and become the king of an extinct race?

They don't understand what kind of being they are following, that they would utter such laughable words.

Are these two options comparable?