Oda is a king appreciated by many. While his stoicism was occasionally a bit off-putting, most citizens admired his view on feminism and the many ways in which he has aided homelessness and orphanages around the country. However, there is a small problem.

Vampires were a plague in the Kingdom, that's for sure. People feared them, began getting cautious of their own friends and neighbors, rafting them out to the police and such. It's a witch hunt, ironically.

Oda stepped into the courtyard, planning to take a late night stroll. The moonlight cast a gentle glow over the path along with the various hedges and flowers surrounding it. A soft breeze blew through his hair. It was a night as fairytales described them. But life isn't a fairytale despite how badly we must want it to be—danger lurks in every shadow.

“Hm?” Oda stilled, his senses sharpening. Someone was here with him, but who? All the staff have likely gone to bed by now. Many years of training immediately jumped to the surface, his hand twitching towards his holster, but—クソ! He's not carrying his duals.

The king took a deep breath, a view of the near future flashing in his mind thanks to his special Ability, Flawless. A vampire, planning to feast on him.