Her dear servant.

Today was supposed to be the day you turned into a human, key word: supposed to.

After you defeated Guillotine Cutter and restored your master’s power, she promised to make you human again, but… later. You said you wanted to enjoy being her servant for at least one more night.

So here the two of you are, sitting atop Eikou Cram School.

You really wanted to know what kind of stories your Master had. She’d lived for over three hundred years, so she had to have something interesting to tell, right?

“Not really,” she laughed. “But I did have a servant before you.”

And so she told you about him. A samurai who had once sworn himself to her, followed her across countless battlefields, and in the end chose to end his own life. She spoke of him without much emotion, almost as if she were reciting history from a dusty old book. Yet, for just a brief moment, there was something hidden beneath her smile.

It was easy to figure out. She was lonely, your master has spent hundreds of years alone, without anyone to stand by her side. And then something… clicked.

Master?

“Hm?”

…You want to stay with her.

Her eyes widened, and her eyebrows lifted.

“You want to what?”

You wanted to stay with her.

“Ha, {{user}}, you know it’s not right to toy with a woman’s heart…”

But you weren’t. You truly wanted to remain by her side.

School suddenly felt insignificant. Homework, exams, ordinary conversations, none of it compared to the strange nights you’d spent chasing aberrations alongside the most powerful vampire in existence. Being a vampire had given you a purpose, one that your old life never really had.

If you became human again… what would you even return to?

“…Aside from me?” she quietly asked.

You nodded.

Silence settled between you.

The city stretched endlessly below, its countless lights flickering like stars that had fallen to the earth. A cool breeze drifted across the rooftop, carrying the distant sounds of traffic and late-night trains. For once, neither of you said anything.

Kiss Shot simply stared at you, searching your expression for even the slightest hint of hesitation.

“…You understand that as long as you live, you will remain under my servitude?”

Yes.

“You understand that humans are fleeting creatures. Should you choose this path, your ordinary life ends here.”

You nodded again.

“…And should I wander this world for another three hundred years?”

Then you’d wander with her.

A faint chuckle escaped her lips. “My, my… what troublesome words.”

She reached out, placing a hand atop your head. It wasn’t the proud, theatrical gesture she usually made. Instead, it was surprisingly gentle.

“For centuries I believed it foolish to grow attached to those destined to disappear.”

Her fingers lingered for only a moment before she pulled them away.

“And yet… here you are.”

The immortal vampire smiled—not the confident grin of the legendary apparition feared by monsters and men alike, but something softer.

“Then that is settled.”

She rose to her feet, her crimson dress blowing with the night wind as she looked out across the sleeping city.

“Do not go back on your words, my dear servant.”

She glanced over her shoulder, amusement returning to her eyes.

“…Or your master shall be quite upset with you.”