Brooke slowly opened her eyes to the pastel bedroom she had begun to consider a 'home base' of sorts. The familiar voice of her System greeted her.

[ Good morning, Host! The upgrade was successful and I now have various new features! Would you like to hear about them? ]

"Do you actually remember them?"

[ No! But I will eventually! (　＾∇＾) ]

Brooke could only sigh and shake her head. Well, at least Jules was honest. She could respect that.

"What's our next mission?" She yawned out, rubbing her eyes. It felt weird being back in her original body.

[ I'll give you the Main Tasks now! Please wait for a moment! ]

The task board Brooke remembered showed up once again, seems to be a different color for whatever reason. She only remembered it being white, now it was red.

1. Keep the ML from building a harem. No killing allowed.

2. No drinking blood! You have a human diet.

3. Bring the noble house of Giandim back to its former glory.

Before Brooke could question what was up with the second task, the world went black.

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When Brooke awoke, she found herself in a strange situation. In the middle of a magic circle. Most likely made of blood and a chanting, screaming woman. Actually, there was a lot of blood in this room. The walls, carpet, furniture. Jesus. What happened

"Empress! I beg of you! Take revenge against those cursed Briovalins and protect my son! Please! I give up everything! As long as they are put through hell and back! Curse them! Curse them! Curse-"

The woman's screams of hatred were only halted by her losing her head. Okay. Pretty metal and mental. Where exactly is this? The plot already seems thick as hell.

"You'd think on her last breath the bitch would be praying to God. Instead, she's calling upon the cursed ones."

"All we came here to do was get rid of the Giandims for good, not question their faith. Let's go."

"What about the kid?"

"What about him? He'll die out in the cold with that blizzard."

"We should still make sure."

Well, while those two gentlemen discuss killing a child, Brooke decided to read up on this world and the body she was currently in.

The name of this body was Turaya, a vampire of. . . that's a big number for age but okay. Over her centuries of living, people had come to believe she was a goddess of sorts. So she was a vampire with a cult. Fun. To be specific, she was the most powerful vampire with a cult. Known as the Empress Vampire, she has more abilities than the common vampire and doesn't have to drink blood to survive, though it would make her more powerful the more blood she drank. She would also have moments of Bloodlust Fever if she hadn't consumed blood for a long period of time.

Turaya had an interesting personality. She had a very neutral outlook on life, which often gave people the impression that she didn't care or she was cruel. She was simply apathetic, or lazy as shit either could apply. On the other hand, she adored cute things and was loyal to her followers if they were loyal to her. Her dream? To be able to retire into slumber after completing this stupid request. Where did it explain why vampires could be summoned with blood circles?

Oh, here it was. Due to becoming bored with how slowly the world changes with nothing new to do with their immortality, it was normal for vampires to retire into a hibernation-like state for whatever amount of years they felt like. The only way to wake up a vampire from this state was to use a blood circle that was made overly complicated for the simple reason that vampires hated having their sleep disturbed by others. This sounded like a dream, sleeping for years on end. Brooke would probably still be tired by the time she woke up. Probably.

Most people actually disregarded Turaya's seemingly emotionless nature in favor of admiring her beauty. Strawberry blonde hair and rose gold colored hair along with her clear skin gave her the constant appearance of a young lady of status. She still had the pure girl look Brooke's bodies were supposed to be known for.

Now then, for the actual world's story. This world was somewhat based on Medieval Europe, Game of Thrones style. In the kingdom of Thadel, the noble houses battled fiercely for the best. The best lineage, marriage, feasts, you name it. One of the families at the very top was the Giandims, a ducal household with a long history within the kingdom, along with a reputation of following the Cult of Turaya. Some even considered them stronger than the royal family and Church of Thadel. Which they didn't take kindly to. There were also the vampires, beings of supernatural power and beauty that were not only often worshipped as gods in 'cult heresy' but could only be killed by trained Vampire Hunters of the Church of Thadel, a whole other player in the politics of this.

The royal family and Church teamed up with the Briovalins, another prominent ducal family, to get rid of the Giandims. And they didn't just mean the blood family. Servants, knights, anyone working or living in the household was murdered except for the youngest son of the Giandims. The male lead. Ooooh.

The male lead, Renaut Giandims, had been sent out into the wilderness by his mother (who had actually summoned Turaya), as it was the only place he could go to be safe. All his elder brothers and sisters had been killed before his mother could get them out. A ten-year-old boy was left to fend for himself in the bitter cold of winter.

He should've died by all accounts, but his mother summoned a Vampire to protect him. So protect him she did. Turaya never exposed herself but used her magic to protect Renaut until he was found by a peasant family and taken in. She continued to protect him as he grew into a young man and desired to get revenge on the people who had killed his family. After they also killed his adoptive family.

What's with the Briovalins being murder hobos? Anyway, Renaut became a knight for the Briovalins and steadily got into their good graces, becoming the guard of their beloved daughter and our female lead Adelaide. That's when he began to get his revenge.

He seduced Adelaide, making her fall madly in love with him but never shared such an emotion. Instead, he began to become romantically involved with other women, breaking Adelaide's heart. Apparently, polygamy is legal in this kingdom. Nice.

Eventually, Renaut became so powerful not only physically but politically that he killed the entirety of the Briovalin household except Adelaide. And then the royal family. He literally became king and still wasn't satisfied. Renaut got more wives, conquered more kingdoms, forgot more and more of his roots until he was assassinated. After he began to lose his roots, Turaya stopped protecting him. He was no longer cute, just a disgusting waste of space. And she wished to go back to sleep.

Brooke was surprised by the turn the plot took, but it was a lot more exciting than the first world. Those two assassins were still arguing about killing Renaut or not, so she looked at Turaya's skills as well.

[ Skills: 7

Probability Princess [Innate] (S): An ultimate mathematic skill, gives the owner the ability to predict events with 95% accuracy due to exceptional skill in the area. Practically like a psychic ability.

Mischievous Flirt [Innate] (A): The owner of this skill has the ability to use corny pick-up lines with a 50/50 chance of making an immediate friend or romantic interest. "Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see." - being an example.

Supporting Actress [Innate] (C): A moderate skill in acting, enough to properly take the role of a host body in F through C rank worlds. It can be leveled up through experience.

Killing Smile [World Gift]: The ability to deal the final blow in a conversation with a sweet smile and poisonous words. It can only be used during a situation where the host is being accused or confronting another character.

Suppressing Aura [Stolen] (S): When activated, any being in the room or within a mile radius of the user kneels and gets the debuff of 'Scared Stiff'. Effects don't stop until the skill is deactivated.

Vampiric Charm [Stolen] (S): This skill causes anyone who sees the users face to be charmed into a dream-like state, giving the user the ability to manipulate the affected for an hour or more depending on their willpower.

Thrall Threading [Stolen]: An ability exclusive to the Empress Vampire. Can use threads to turn humans and vampires alike into her thralls, loyal mindless servants that will do her bidding. She can only have ten at a time due to each thread taking up a finger. ]

Okay, the overpowered nature of Turaya was understandable. She was basically vampire royalty. So, how was she going to get into character?

While Brooke pondered this, she ended up stepping out of the magic circle, causing an instant change of atmosphere in the room.

It seemed that Turaya had already activated a skill, the two would-be-child killers falling to their knees and being unable to stand up, shaking in their boots. Might as well finish what was started.

"Cursed? Who in the world are you calling cursed, mongrels?"

Brooke actually really liked Turaya's voice. It was clear, smooth, and commanding. A shift from Annabell's, but a welcome one. Also, where did that sentence come from? Was that Turaya's strong connection? Speaking to people rudely? Eh, she'd make it work.

"W-what?! Who the hell are-"

One of the assassins attempted to speak, though his voice was shakey. Turaya shut him up with a kick to the stomach. She was sure it was done lightly but blood still spilled out from the man's mouth. It smelt sweet.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Turaya's voice held a teasing tone, yet terror was struck deep into the hearts of these hardened killers.

They had faced various jobs, from the killings of common folk to celebrities and had never felt so terrified of someone whose face they had never seen. They dare not look up to see. The injured man could only suffer in silence as the 'light kick' had damaged some part of his body.

Turaya could only sigh and lightly twirl a strand of her blonde hair on a slim finger. "I only came here at the request of a loyal follower, though it seems. . ." Her eyes gazed at the decapitated head for a short time. "It is to be her last request."

The cold tone of the mystery woman's voice sent shivers down the two unfortunate soul's spines.

"Now then. Where is the boy?"

". . ."

Turaya sighed. "I suppose this can't be solved the humane way. It was never effective in the first place. Now, look at me."

When the two men shakingly looked up at Turaya, she activated Vampiric Charm and saw instant results. The men's eyes went hazy and glazed over, and they seemed to be drooling. At least it was canceling out the smell of that one guy's blood.

"Glad to see you're cooperating now. Back to business. Who sent you here?"

"Duke Briovalin."

"And Pope Constance."

Turaya left out a soft hum at that. Duke Briovalin she knew of, but not Pope Constance. She wouldn't worry about them for the time being.

"As I suspected. Here's what we're going to do."

She began to slowly circle the two still kneeling men, like a shark around prey.

"You will clean this entire place of all blood and gore, make it cleaner than my conscience."

The two assassins nodded slowly, still entranced.

"And your employer. . ." A cruel smile slowly spread across Turaya's doll-like features.

"I'd like you to send him a message after you tell me where that boy is."

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It was cold. Unbearably so. The frozen winds whipped at a small body and the snow slowed their steps to barely a couple of centimeters apart. The only thing the body knew that was it could not stop moving. If he stopped moving, he'd die. Mother said so.

But it was so cold. His body was so, so cold. Maybe he could stop for just a little. Just to find a place to make a fire, to rest.

Yes. A rest sounded like something he needed. The small body fell over in the snow and laid there silently. It was starting to feel warm instead of bitterly cold. The warmth felt so nice that he could just fall asleep. His eyes began to flutter closed before shutting softly. His breathing slowed until there was none. The body heat was gone.

[ Oh shit, we lucked out! This body'll be perfect! Host is gonna be so happy! ]

The leftover corpse gave out of a soft glow of white light before organs began to work again and heat began to warm it up again.

[ So, ya like the body? I found it especially for you! Aren't I the best System ever? ]

"If you could shut up for a couple of seconds, you could be the second worst System."

[ You're so damn mean! And I even made sure soul was in this world! No manners, this kid! ]

"That's the one thing you're useful for."

[ Hey! I'm not the Soulmate Chasing System, 564, for nothing! ]

"Sure. I'm putting you on mute now."

[ Don't you dare! We've been through way too much for you to- ]

The voice was cut off abruptly and left nothing but silence in his headspace, which he was thankful for. That loudmouth was going to drive him insane.

Laying there wouldn't kill him, so he continued to lay in the snow silently until he heard the crunching of snow nearby. The little boy didn't tense up or anything but continued to lay still and silent.

"Just how far can a ten-year-old run for fuck's sake? I should've just gone back to sleep."

The voice was smooth and soft, extremely close by due to the fact that he could hear it above the winds. The steps eventually stopped right next to him.

"There he is. Hmm. . . He's not dead yet, thankfully. Up we go."

All of a sudden, his small body was picked up and held in thin arms. The body he was placed against was warm, in the most familiar way possible.

When was the last time he had felt this warmth? It was that day. Both the happiest and worst day in his life, when she had leaned against him. He had missed this.

"Back to the house, we go. Don't die on me the way there, okay?"

A soft hand ruffled his snow-dusted hair gently and he felt movement happen below them. Well, now that didn't matter.

What mattered now was that he was Renaut, and that's all she needed to know.

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"You two are finally back. Is it done?"

"Yes, sir. We have other news to send to you."

"What are they? Spit it out."

The Duke was left in shock at the words his two men spoke.

"The eldest Giandim daughter sends her regards."

And suddenly, Duke Briovalin's assassins were headless.