I am Dracula With My Three Beautiful Vampire Brides

At that moment, she looked around in confusion and muttered:

"Am I… not dead?"

"Verona, you're awake."

The voice came with the sight of Vlad's handsome face appearing before her.

Verona stared at him blankly. As she gradually realized she was still alive, a smile slowly appeared on her face.

She just stared at him like that—without blinking.

Vlad looked at the girl, amused by how easily she slipped into a dazed, lovestruck state again.

Who would've imagined that Verona—the fierce and commanding eldest sister of the beautiful vampire brides in Van Helsing—could look like this when she was still a young girl?

He gently reached out and stroked her delicate face, his thoughts drifting.

He didn't snap out of it until he felt the warmth of her skin against his fingertips.

Seeing her eyes darting about and her expression turning flustered again, Vlad spoke softly:

"You were unconscious for an hour and lost a lot of blood. You should get some rest."

Verona, still listening to Vlad's deep and soothing voice, looked at him with wide eyes. Her lips moved slightly, hesitant to speak.

"What is it?" Vlad asked, puzzled by her expression.

Verona's face flushed red. Her pale, slender fingers clutched the edge of the quilt tightly, and she stammered:

"Y-you… me… y-you didn't do that, did you?!"

After blurting it out, she couldn't bear to look at him.

She felt like something was wrong with her. Otherwise, how could she have said something so embarrassing?

"How shameful!" Verona thought.

Vlad looked at the flustered girl with a strange expression and felt a dull ache in his jaw.

Shouldn't she be asking about vampires?

Girls these days really don't make sense.

"You little thing… what's running through that head of yours?"

"Do you really think you're in any shape to be serving me right now?"

He gently tousled her long black hair and said with a soft smile:

"Don't worry. After you've rested, you won't be able to run from me."

"Mm…" Verona blushed deeper. She lowered her gaze, shyly nodding as she listened to Vlad's comforting words.

Watching Vlad's tall figure walk out of the room, Verona drifted into a daze again.

It was already late at night. The resistance within the city had long been crushed.

Except for a few reckless thugs still trying to stir up trouble, a strict curfew had been enforced.

Those with ill intent who tried to exploit the chaos had run straight into a wall of steel.

Anyone who resisted even slightly was executed on the spot.

The rest were strung up in the city squares and publicly punished as a warning to others.

Vlad's forces were well-trained in handling post-conquest cleanup. He didn't need to concern himself with the details.

After receiving a brief report on the city's situation, Vlad returned to the palace in Transylvania and began examining his body.

"The blood energy inside me suddenly increased this much?"

"Is that normal, or is there some special factor involved?"

Because it was his first time feeding, he hadn't been able to control the process. That made it difficult to draw clear conclusions.

Still, this information could be vital in helping him grow stronger.

After a moment's thought, Vlad's expression shifted. He stepped onto the balcony and in the blink of an eye, turned into a shadow and vanished into the night.

By the time the early morning sun rose, Vlad had silently returned to the room.

He wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. A flash of red flickered deep in his eyes, and the dark, sinister aura around him grew even more intense.

"Ah, I see. Taking in too much blood too quickly makes it easy to lose control."

Vlad stood still, suppressing the bloodthirsty urges still rising in his heart—even though he was already full.

After a night of observation and comparison…

He had come to some preliminary conclusions. Blood from young adults seemed the most potent.

Even then, the enhancement varied depending on each person's physical constitution.

Most importantly, the blood of virgin girls wasn't just sweeter—it also contained the highest levels of energy.

Even so, none could compare to Verona. The difference was like the moon compared to stars.

"Still, there's far too little data for proper comparison." Vlad murmured.

He had some guesses, but confirmation would take time.

He made a mental note of it. The sky outside had already brightened.

He slowly extended his fingers toward the rising sun. It still felt unpleasant—but it wasn't as painful as before.

"So, increasing my strength really does help."

Looking down at his palm, Vlad pondered for a moment, then turned and walked toward Verona's room.

Squeak~

As the door opened, Verona—who had been standing at the window—turned around in surprise.

When Vlad stepped inside, he immediately noticed the tall, slender girl with long, straight black hair, bathed in darkness as she stood by the window. It was obvious she had already noticed the changes in her body.

"You're here," Verona said, biting her lip.

"Mhm. You've sensed it." Vlad nodded slightly and looked at her.

"Yes. I suddenly hate the sunlight…" Verona said with uncertainty.

She had woken early and immediately sensed changes in her body.

She was faster. Stronger. Her skin and figure even felt transformed.

In high spirits, she had pulled open the gauzy curtain to enjoy the morning sun—only to recoil in discomfort as soon as the light hit her.

She knew the change had to be because of Vlad.

Now, she gazed at him steadily, waiting for an answer.

Vlad calmly explained her current situation.

"You mean… I'm no longer human?" Verona murmured, momentarily dazed.

Just when Vlad thought she might not accept it, the girl quietly stepped forward, wrapped her arms around him, and said firmly:

"As long as I can be with you, I don't care what I become."

Vlad froze at her words.

He gently lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, where her lashes trembled.

"Do you regret it?"

"I told you—everything I have belongs to you." Verona's eyes were unwavering.

Ever since the gods abandoned her… since she had cried out in despair and Vlad appeared before her—she had made up her mind.

This was the man who saved her.

She lifted her head high, boldly declaring her loyalty to him.

Even if it meant falling into eternal damnation after death—

She would never regret it.

Vlad leaned in and kissed her lips—the soft little offering she gave like a gentle serpent—as if he could feel her unwavering resolve.

Then, he bent down, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom.