Reborn As The Vampire Noble Lady

The morning sun bathed my estate in a golden glow, painting a serene picture across the grasslands and cobbled paths. A gentle breeze rustled the garden trees while birds chirped in chorus. It was a beautiful day to train.

Out on the training grounds, I sparred with Gaim, our blades clashing in a rhythmic dance of strength and precision. We used blunt-edged katanas—training weapons made of standard steel, shaped in the same design as the real Mitrisil blades. The blacksmith had crafted a stockpile for us, as Gaim and I had a habit of breaking our practice swords after each intense session.

Liza and Emilia watched us from the shaded edge of the training field, their eyes following every movement.

As I parried another strike from Gaim, flashes of my past life came to mind—back when I was Ishida, a high school boy obsessed with samurai culture. I had studied Kenjutsu, Kendo, and Iaido, each art sharpening my technique in different ways. I even tried archery, but it never quite clicked. Swordplay was where I excelled.

Now, as Ella Esklair, that same skill lived on—sharper than ever.

Suddenly, Kane approached with urgency. "My Lady, the blacksmith has arrived," he announced.

"Bring him here to the training ground," I said, halting the spar.

A few minutes later, Kane returned with the blacksmith in tow. The man was slightly sweaty, a large wooden case carried in his arms. The moment he opened the case, my eyes lit up.

There it was—the revolver.

Larger than my original design, yes, but still strikingly familiar. A long-barreled, five-shot revolver. Its frame gleamed under the sun, the craftsmanship meticulous despite the scale.

"With the current tools we have, this was the best we could achieve," the blacksmith explained. "We had to scale it up. But we managed to implement a flick-strike igniter in every cartridge."

He paused, his eyes apologetic. "Creating a smaller version like your drawing will require more time and better equipment."

"This is already wonderful," I said, genuinely impressed. "It's beautiful."

"There's one thing, though—it's heavy. A normal man would need two hands to hold it properly."

Without hesitation, I reached out and picked up the revolver with one hand.

The blacksmith blinked in shock. "By the stars... You lifted it like it was nothing!"

I smiled. "Let's give it a test."

Together, we headed to the archery range—me, Kane, Liza, Emilia, Gaim, and the blacksmith. I loaded five rounds into the revolver, raised the barrel, and took aim. With each pull of the trigger, a powerful bang echoed through the grounds. Smoke curled from the barrel as five shots rang out in succession.

All five bullets struck the target board—not quite a bullseye, but close.

"Not bad," I said. "But I need more practice."

As I lowered the revolver, I noticed Emilia's eyes glowing with curiosity and excitement.

"Would you like to try?" I asked.

"Yes, please!" she answered with a sparkle in her voice.

Despite her smaller build, Emilia gripped the revolver with one hand as naturally as if it were made for her. The blacksmith looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

She calmly loaded the bullets, took aim, and exhaled. Then—bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!

All five bullets landed perfectly in the bullseye.

My hands instinctively clapped with joy. "Incredible!" I beamed. "You might be even better than I am."

Then a sudden idea struck me. "Tania! Bring five apples!"

Tania brought them promptly, and we arranged them on a wooden table about seventy paces away.

"Emilia," I said with a smile, "shoot the apples."

With a nod, she reloaded, adjusted her stance, and fired.

Five shots. Five hits. Every apple was obliterated.

I leapt with joy and ran to hug her. "We've got a shooter!"

"You can keep the gun," I said with a wide smile.

"Yes, Ella," Emilia replied, smiling back with pride.

I turned to the blacksmith. "How many bullets do we have?"

"Sixty silver-coated steel rounds so far, my Lady," he replied.

"Not enough," I said. "Hire more hands. I need hundreds."

"As you command."

Kane handed over the payment and pulled the blacksmith aside. "Also… everything you saw here remains secret."

The blacksmith nodded and bowed before taking his leave.

After that, we all took a much-needed rest. I sat beneath the shade, sipping tea, a grin still lingering on my face.

In my mind, I could already see it—Emilia standing fearlessly before a pack of vampire nobles, calm and graceful, firing perfect headshots one by one.

"Headshot!" I suddenly exclaimed aloud, startling Liza, Emilia, and Gaim.

They all turned to look at me, blinking in surprise.

I simply smiled. Yes… this revolver would be a game changer.

And Emilia? My secret weapon.