Chapter 2-Witches

I leaped across the tops of buildings. I observed the other witches slaying the intruding vampires that were trying to catch some prey. I raise my weapon and direct it at someone in my back because I feel them there. I saw a vampire salivating when I looked at him because of his desire for flesh and blood. "Witches, you'd better get out of here!" he yelled, biting his arms to sate his hunger for the moment.

I furrowed my brows at his stupidity. The only vampires who can regenerate are those who consume the blood of their victims.

I snarled icily, "And so are you," before actuating my weapon. The blue flame begins to engulf his body as a result of the bullet being fired straight into his heart. The embers of the blue flames transformed into the blue petals that were whirling in the breeze of the moonlit night. For their foolishness, I have no time. The Falcon Order's directives must be followed by me. A fellow witch landed and scowled at me as I was about to leave.

She said, in a grumbling voice, "Epi! You're so mean! That was my prey!" I gave her a smile and a head pat. Then, Claire, you should work on doubling your speed, or should I say that you're becoming too heavy for the job? As I laugh heartily, she has her tantrums. When the vampire platoon's commander approaches, my expression changes to one of seriousness. Claire said, "Epi. The platoon leader has arrived. What will we do? Should we call our backup?" She sensed that our enemy was not your typical foe.

Vampires are divided into four classes. The typical one is referred to as the Familiar. These vampires are the lowest. They frequently serve as hunting victims' pawns. They were harmed by other Familiar who used their blood to infect them. The Nobles, next. They belong to the Royal Vampires' branch family. When they reach an agreement, their status can be upgraded to Royal. Once the Royal bit the Noble and survived on their blood, their agreement was finalized. They are the immediate ancestors of the first vampires from ancient times. The archives state that Vladimir and Dmitri, the first vampires in history, passed on their talent to them. The Primordial, the strongest of them all, comes last. They are the Royal Vampires' ancestors. Of all the vampires, they are the oldest and wisest. Either they are immortal or they have the ability to reincarnate.

The person in front of us is a noble vampire. He gently touched down close to us. I prepared my weapon as I could see the lust for blood in his eyes. "I hope you don't mind my interruption," he said courteously. "Good evening, witches."

My eyes squinted at what he was doing. What an irony. He was speaking courteously while holding the head of my fellow witch. My fellow witch's head was thrown at me, and I saw the look of terror on her face just before the noble vampire beheaded her. I see fear in Claire's eyes as she covers her mouth. The witch who was executed was a Class B witch. She's referred to as the Chain Witch. How should I put it? Their strengths diverge significantly. I muttered, "Claire. Go on. This one is a noble vampire. I'll buy some time."

The noble vampire laughed heartily. I can tell that he is being stupid. Arrogance is among the worst friends and allies of confidence. He moves quickly and aims for Claire. I ducked and avoided his claw. I yelled desperately, "Move, Claire! Or else we're all going to be dead meat here!"

Even worse, he can fly after I kick him in the waist. He was wiping blood from his mouth when he asked, "How unladylike. Tell me, are you a boy in your past life?" I wished I had simply broken all of his ribs. He pretended to be polite while actually planning to kill us all.

"You‘re like gold," I commenced.

I said, "You're like gold." He cracked up so loudly, not realizing I was making a joke that would make him angry. My weapon was changed into a bow. He sneezed, "I can't believe my ears! A compliment from a witch's mouth! A sizable blue magic circle materializes when I aim above the sky. As soon as he realized what I had cast, his eyes went blank. I yelled and snapped my fingers, "You must finish hearing my words! You're like gold, but you are iron pyrite!"

One by one, light pillars pierced his body, skewering him like grilled meat. In the night sky, his blood took the form of whirling blue petals. I could see the fear in his eyes. I gave a soft chuckle while giving him an unblinking glare. I asked him, "Shall we begin the banquet?" He struggled to get away from the light pillars while screaming in agony. I touched his face, squeezed it, and covered his mouth. I questioned him while casting bored glances his way. "I thought you were asking if we mind your interruption. Where did that confidence go?"

He gave me a terrified look, and I released his face to let him breathe. I moved two meters away from him. "Why do you have the power of the Observer of Truth?" he demanded. "I—I thought she was dead!" My eyes narrowed.

They are aware that Alethea exists, then. Do they know her? That surprises me. I questioned, "What are you talking about?" He screamed, "You are a witch! You must know who she is!"

I laughed. "Of course I know her, and I must get rid of you for the sake of her name."

I cut through his neck and fractured his spine, separating his head from his body. I approached his head and picked it up. I looked back and noticed the other witches landing one by one. I handed the noble vampire's head to our professor as she hurriedly approached me. I handed her my prey, and she squinted her eyes. She said, "I'm impressed, Miss Saberblade, and I'm promoting you to Class S plus witch."

My classmates' jealousy is evident in their eyes because I was given a promotion to a higher rank in the witches. Claire became concerned that the other girl might challenge me after I quickly and easily became a Class S plus witch. As she approaches me, a classmate tries to slap my face. She attempted to slap my face, but I quickly kicked her in the stomach, causing her to roll on the rooftop's chilly ground. The class was in an uproar, a commotion. Our professor turns to face my classmate. She gave her a severe slap because she was angry with her behavior. She's the Fanblade Witch, Avah, if I'm not mistaken.

"But Miss Reverie! Don't you think she's cheating? I mean, look at her! She made Claire call us to solo the noble vampire, after all," yelled Avah. I arched an eyebrow and turned to face Avah. Seriously? What is the deal with fighting alone against the noble vampire? "I’m not doubting her ability, Miss Ventris. But if you do, well, I guess competing with other witches is already in your veins, and thinking that Miss Saberblade cheated is an absurd idea! Thinking that Miss Saberblade cheated is having accusations that she has an alliance with the vampires!" At Avah's stupid reasoning, Miss Reverie blurted out.

Miss Reverie and the rest of my classmates get off the roof. I actually lost track of how many times Claire's troubled face caused my eyebrows to rise as she walked toward me. I questioned, "What's with that face, aren't you happy?"

She gave me a light head bump, but it still hurts, I'll admit. "What was that for?"

She cried so loudly that a small amount of the dress' shoulder area got wet. This young lady is such a whiner. I patted her on the head to help her feel a little better. Claire belongs to the Falcon Order's group of elemental witches. One of the most powerful witches in the order is someone who possesses an elemental power. The Light Witch, she is. The other witches chose to target me because of this. Although they may make an exception, elemental witches and non-elemental witches cannot be together.

"The sun will rise, and that concludes our duty for today, so I guess it's time to go home, Claire."

She flew away from me, waving her hand and smiling as she did so. On the other hand, when I saw Mr. Falthrom emerge from the back of the water tank, my heart almost skipped a beat. "The sunrise is the best part of the day, and it's unusual to see you here, Miss Epiphany. Is that your true name, young lady, or a pseudonym?" he inquired. I just stared at him. What exactly is he doing here? What exactly does he mean?

"Is it bad to try different routines, Mr. Falthrom?" I inquired.

He raised his brows and then burst out laughing like there was no tomorrow. "I guess you're right. I can't imagine you growing up so quickly that I never realized you were such a fine lady now. Many years ago, before your elder brother died, I promised to take care of you, and I guess you're good on your own from now on," he said, smiling. This grumpy old man's smile was unusual. "I suppose I must depart; Mr. Falthrom, I wish you much success in filling your busy hands."

I drew my weapon and flew away from the rooftop. Even though I was living in my second life, the harsh reality of this world was still slapping me in the face. Nobody can avoid the truth.