I Want to Break Free from the Vampire’s Blood Bag

Role Reversal

“You there, come out quickly! That’s a demerit point!”

It’s just like a marine boot camp.

This is crazy. To think someone who was supposedly an Imperial Academy professor would be like this.

The class was cancelled before it even began, and suddenly an unexpected interrogation started.

I whispered to Harold.

“Do you know why that professor… is so angry?”

“It’s nothing much. I heard from my brother that there was once a commoner who deceived their way into the academy by faking magic abilities. Back then, the atmosphere wasn’t accepting of commoners entering the academy.

Harold glanced briefly at Daim before continuing.

“That commoner was the only one who skipped grades that I mentioned earlier. Daim, who was the professor in charge, got really burned by it. As you can see, he was demoted from professor to student guidance counselor. He’s just taking out his anger under the pretext of screening for commoners who might have mana.”

Daim spoke with his mouth wide open, making the large scar on his face stretch.

“Remember this. You’re all trash. You can’t use magic, and you haven’t even trained your bodies like the Seeds.”

His voice resonated as if amplified by magical power.

“Next!”

I was next in line.

If I were to be detected by mana sensing, it would reach Arein’s ears, and that wouldn’t end well.

‘Are you the one involved in the incident on the entrance ceremony day?’

‘Yes.’

He looked at me with suspicious eyes.

This is essentially the main event. I would be the most suspicious one. Even among Quarter classes, there are eight different classes.

If someone specifically came to this class, this would be the only reason. They must think I have something.

Daim gave me a signal with his eyes.

I gently placed my hand on the crystal ball that was supposed to sense mana.

*Touch*

What if Arein finds out that I can use magic?

It could jeopardize my grand objective.

*Whirring*

The orb sparkles. From what I’ve seen with the previous students, white seems to indicate no ability…

‘Please…’

Even though I definitely have magical power, I don’t have mana. Maybe it won’t detect anything.

*Whir*

And soon it changed to white color as if nothing happened.

‘Phew. At least it didn’t explode or anything.’

*Murmuring*

Other students must have been curious about the demon servant’s magical abilities too, as discussions broke out in various places.

When I looked up, Daim was staring at me with suspicion.

“Quiet!… Next!”

……

As everyone maintained their silence, Daim spoke with his arms crossed.

“Is that all? As expected, you’re an irredeemable group of trash.”

His harsh insult drew the attention of all the magic department servants.

“Not a single one of you has even a trace of mana.”

Though his intentions were unclear, his tone seemed deliberately provocative, causing everyone to burst out in protest.

“Aren’t your words too harsh?”
“I heard that there was freedom of equality at the Academy!”
“This is unfair treatment! We’ll report this to our master!”

But Daim responded with a contemptuous tone.

“Hahaha! This is exactly why you’re all trash. No talent but quick to blame others, and immediately running to cry to your master. As an instructor in charge of guidance, this treatment is only natural.”

Then he provoked us.

“Cowards! I guess no one will participate in the competition! Khahaha!”

“There is someone.”

It was Harold who answered.

“What? You mean yourself?”

“No, this person.”

Shit.

Harold tossed it to me.
Daim’s expression distorted.

‘…Are you trying to play games with me right now?’

Suddenly, I found myself being interrogated.

‘Ah… No, sir.’

There wasn’t much else to say. After all, I had intended to participate.

It’s all or nothing. This step is crucial to get closer to Arein.

‘Fine. If you’re that confident, I suppose you won’t mind if I personally arrange this match? If you run away that day, you’ll be expelled.’

Personal arrangement, huh. If I tried to set it up myself, Arein might not allow it, so this might be better.

Besides, this instructor Daim Patrick is very suspicious of me.

If I can eliminate him, wouldn’t that be better?

So given the situation, I decided to raise the stakes.

‘Alright. If I win, you’ll resign as an instructor.’

‘!!!’

-Murmuring and whispers-

The surroundings become noisy.

He tensed his facial muscles once, then approached me with a completely humorless expression.

And spoke in a voice only I could hear.

‘Well… I wonder what expression your demon lord mistress will make?’

And that’s how I got marked at the academy from day one.

* * *

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Tap tap tap

I am running.

Like crazy, running for my life.

‘Ugh, I’m dying! I have to do this every week?’

This damn school is so huge that even taking the circular train takes forever.

The Transformation Hall where alchemy lectures are held was on the exact opposite side of the Servants’ Hall.

Running without a moment’s rest until I was out of breath, I barely managed to arrive at the Transformation Hall laboratory.

‘Huff… huff… I’m not… late, am I?’

‘You’re here?’

She stood there wearing gloves on both hands and dressed in a student uniform.

Snap!

Whoosh.

As she snapped her fingers, my disheveled student uniform tightened back up.

‘Get ready.’

This lecture was ‘Basic Alchemy Practice’ that Arein had signed up for, and today’s lecture objective was to manufacture recovery potion.

Despite being called basic, it started with practical work right away, and recovery potions were quite expensive items due to their ingredients and the effort required to make them.

Indeed, this was a learning pace worthy of Lachesis Academy’s top class.

As I placed herbs and bottles on the lab table and looked around, I could sense a different level of dignity even from the servants, not just the masters.

‘Princess Izanek must be here too?’

However, it was not something I could dare to search for given this social class difference.

And so the class began.

‘…Before it cools down, you must filter the particles through filter paper to complete it.’

The alchemy lab bench was fully equipped with everything needed, from reagent bottles to droppers and small furnaces for heating.

As a humanities student, I couldn’t understand it, but the process seemed quite plausible.

‘In seven days, you will report on the progress of the potion’s condition. Please prepare your reports.’

The professor was very courteous. It’s probably not for nothing that only the imperial princess and high nobles were here.

Among them, the imperial princess particularly stood out.

Despite being sixth in line to the throne, she maintained an unwavering dignity.

Golden blonde hair, and eyes that looked like embedded emeralds.

In short, she was so beautifully radiant it was almost luminous.

And like Arein, she was performing the process perfectly without the slightest change in expression.

‘That side must get endless marriage proposals too. The servant must have a hard time.’

Though it was an unnecessary worry, it was quite troublesome and complicated to formally reject the proposal letters that came almost daily.

It’s something only fellow servants could understand.

*pitter-patter*

‘Haa.’

Arein let out a sigh.

*plop*

As if the practice was over, Arein suddenly sat down in the lab chair. And facing me at that.

…?

When I took my eyes off the princess and looked at her, her gaze was directed at my stomach.

“Hand.”

……

Am I a puppy?

I looked around. Arein’s figure, crouched down due to the materials piled high on the experiment table, would not be visible.

Only I was standing there conspicuously. By the way, what are you trying to do during lecture time?

“Hand.”

She continued to demand my hand with an expressionless face.

I carelessly extended my arm.

“Bear with it.”

“What?”

-Chomp!

“Mmph!”

I almost couldn’t hold back my voice for a moment.

‘This crazy……’

She had started feeding on blood again.

My words became stuttered with confusion. My body swayed slightly.

I whispered urgently.

“It’s lecture time! Wh-what are you doing!”

*Slurp slurp*

My blood started being sucked in a rather unpleasant manner.

‘How long has it been since I recovered…!’

…

[Current Blood: 23]

“Whew.”

After a while, she got up from her seat, seemingly satisfied.

Then she handed me a bottle.

“Drink.”

It’s a recovery potion she just made.

As I stood there dazed, covering the bleeding wound with my hand, she snapped her fingers.

“Ump!”

I can’t move my body.

She forcefully opened my mouth with her gloved hands and pushed the potion in.

“Urgh!”

As the red liquid poured down my throat, despite the unpleasant feeling, the effect was immediate.

*Hiss*

The wound was healing with a slight pain.

Seeing that, she showed a smirk.

“So now I can drink blood anytime?”

[You have gained 1 point in Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony from ‘Arein S. Asphodel’]

“……”

So.

From now on, you’re going to use me like an IV drip bag?

Or maybe a portable water purifier?

Just make sure to maintain it well so it doesn’t break down.

“Haha…”

-Thump!

My heart pounds and my stomach churns.

Even though I’ve endured blood-drinking for 10 years, this time feels different.

The times when I just endured it passively. The times when Arein lived with no particular interest in me. The times after becoming a servant.

And now.

What is this sense of discomfort?

“The next lecture is at the training grounds. I need to change clothes, so prepare accordingly.”

After saying only what she needed to say, Arein turned and left. Though the wound on my arm had clearly healed, it still throbbed.

* * *

‘A woman without blood or tears.’

Suppressing my anger, I guided Arein to the location of the next lecture.

And I skimmed through the syllabus for this class.

-Trust relationship between knights and attendants.

No matter how you look at it, this isn’t a magic-related elective. It’s a knight-related elective.

Moreover, it’s a mixed-class elective course and definitely doesn’t seem like Arein’s taste.

At first, I thought she had made a mistake, but judging by her expression, she was serious.

“♫♩♪♩”

Arein seemed quite excited, probably satisfied with the blood-drinking from earlier.

‘Sigh. She won’t come to her senses until I’m dead.’

…

The arena, training grounds, and combat practice fields that knights usually use stretched out in a row.

While the magic dueling grounds are huge, this place looked like a colosseum from another world, so much so that you could believe it was an ancient ruin.

The large marble stone building had its own interior design.

And the class was held there.

“I am the former Imperial Knight Commander, Agnel Regermond.”

The Knight Commander was a middle-aged woman with a pleasant appearance.

Seeing how everyone gave a light bow, she was clearly a war hero.

She conducted the lecture in a solemn voice.

“Since this is the first class, I think everyone must be nervous. A proper amount of tension is good, but excessive tension can be a cause of defeat on the battlefield. So, don’t you think we need time to get to know each other?”

Well, whether it’s a company or school, the first day always feels awkward, so ice-breaking is necessary.

However, instead of making us do something, she brought up that story involving me.

From what I’ve heard, I was told that a servant of a student receiving knight training is under investigation for an unsavory incident. Is that correct?

The atmosphere suggested that everyone was generally aware of this news.

To prevent such incidents, the relationship between knights and servants, masters and servants, is very important. So how can we strengthen that trust?

Speaking of trust between Arein and me. If it weren’t for the familiars, our relationship would be completely exposed.

The obvious content keeps making me want to yawn.

‘So I thought we might switch the master-servant relationship.’

-Murmuring.

What?

Everyone started looking around, seemingly confused.

‘For just 5 minutes, we’ll reverse the relationships, having servants give orders to knights, and servants to masters.’

What is this woman talking about?

-Murmuring.

The commotion grows.

It’s understandable. Right now, this professor is making us do what you might call ‘role reversal time.’

‘When we switch positions with each other, it becomes an opportunity to better understand each other. I often used this method during wartime. Even lighting a campfire?’

While Agnel might have meant the campfire as her attempt at wit, not a single person laughed in response to this situation.

Even in an academy, one cannot ignore social status.

‘Is this right?’

I wonder if Arein, who directly enrolled in this class, anticipated this situation? I’m curious about her expression.

No. Even from behind, her expression was as pale as thin ice.

This is the second time seeing such a flustered appearance.

“Please be quiet and listen for a moment. This time will also be included in the evaluation. Of course, there shouldn’t be any hard feelings afterward? I’ll be scoring everything together.”

*Twitch*

The corner of Arein’s mouth quivers.

It means she’s very uncomfortable.

“How outrageous…!”

She exclaims in a tiny, low voice.

“Now, now. Let’s begin!”

*Clap*

And so, with Agnel’s clap, the discussion time began.

*……*

Though no one was quick to speak up, with the professor’s gaze upon them, the various masters and servants began to look at each other.

I spoke to Arein in a dry voice near her ear.

“My lady, if it’s difficult, you don’t have to do it.”

“…No.”

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“….”

She’s sensitive about scores. She seemed to gather her resolve, letting out a small sigh before turning to face me.

At that moment, a pleasant scent wafts over.

“…”

Being somewhat taller, I found myself looking down at her.

She moves her small lips shyly.

“Hurry up. The professor is watching.”

“……My lady.”

How long has it been since we faced each other like this?

Her hair tied back in a ponytail for ease of movement. Like a proper knight, she wears light armor over a high-neck frilled blouse.

Such an elegant, beautiful, and nobly dignified appearance.

She was like a knight who belonged in a portrait hanging in the hall of a distinguished family’s mansion.

“……”

“……”

I stared at her appearance, entranced.

She was pretending not to be anxious at all about what I would say and when I would say it.

-Gulp.

After contemplating for a while, I swallowed once.

And opened my mouth.

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.

.

“Kneel.”

Finally, I have gone mad.