Gunshots rang out.

In the retro European villa, Vlad III turned into a black gas composed of bats and avoided all bullets, and he threw himself on a man.

Then the two of them turned around and shot at him in an instant.

But the black gas dispersed instantly, and the bullet instantly shot their companions into sieves.

"What a waste, what a fresh blood."

The bats in the sky turned into a burly man. He stretched out his hands and pressed the remaining two hard against the wall.

"Click~"

After breaking one's neck, he turned his gaze to the other.

"Earl Dracula?"

The gun on the man's hand had fallen to the ground, and he grabbed the hand around his neck.

"Dracula? I like this name. Vlad III, the first knight of the Holy See, is dead. From today on, I will be called Count Dracula, the Count of the Vampire."

Vlad III smiled. He liked this name very much. He came back to life and naturally had to have a new name.

Farewell to the name of Vlad III, the first knight of the Holy See in the past.

"Thank you for your name, but I'm sorry, I like your blood more!"

"ah!!!"
Chapter completed!