Chapter 6

Blondie POV:

I am Aleytia, the fallen Queen of Vampires. I am one of the atavists, the ones who inherit from the first people of the planet.

My country was prosperous, and we were dragged into war so as to protect our own. I was queen, yet my shining place was on the battlefield. I was accepted as a benevolent queen, yet many lusted for my power.

The worst was my uncle, who was verily accustomed to leading the economic side of administration. Having trusted him since birth, even more so than my parents, who I sensed didn't hold much affection as parents, his betrayal was a shock to me.

One day, when I returned from a battle, my retainers, who were not too loyal to me, told me that I had nothing to do till the next day. Thinking to meet my uncle, as a niece, I headed there, all the while worrying about the rebellion that said uncle was planning. One second I was wondering if abdicating in his favour was the best action, having learnt to manage a country since childhood, and the next second I was hit on the head, the last thing I remember being the words, "I'm sorry, Aleytia" being uttered by my uncle's voice.

And then started my personal hell.

My power is unusual, even for atavists. I possess a skill called Automatic Regeneration, which will return me to my best state, even from a state of lost limbs. Thus, Death is not an option, for as long as even the smallest bit of me remains and has mana infused within it. Knowing that, and my magical prowess, Uncle sealed me in an unknown place, such that I survive, but am rendered immobile except for my head.

In this place, he sealed me, and made it so that I can't even use magic. So I am regenerated, rendered emaciated and regenerated again. Even my magical reserves start screaming at times, and my best state is unknown as of now.

I slowly lost track of time, and now sleep for most of my time.

Until now, that is.

I felt light hit my eyelids for the first time in who knows how long, and opened them slowly to ascertain the source of the light. All to see three people in front of me. Two women, beautiful in their own right, were flanking a man, who seemed to be handsome in a non-standard way. All three of them were white-haired, crimson-eyed and had a combat-ready stance.

Hesitant, as they should be, they approached. I decide to call out to them.

"Who… are… you?" My voice is ruined a bit, nothing water can't fix. I hope they answer.

"""Sorry, we interrupted your training!""" Training? Why would I train here? I need their help. I must break free.

"Wait, please listen to me!" The hoarseness is worse, but the desperation makes me feel like I lost my dignity as a queen. I probably have.

"Yanno, I think any person put in an elaborate as fuck seal down here is a danger to public safety." Not entirely true, I mean no harm to them. "Maybe someone else will help you without a reason, not-" "I'm not a danger, not to anyone. I was betrayed!"

Somehow, saying that made me feel worse than ever. That got their attention though

"Betrayed? What do you mean betrayed?" The man among them asks, he is clearly the leader of that party.

Knowing that honesty is the best policy here, I spilt the basics of my history to them. When I finished, all three of them were slightly moved. Not enough to cry, mind you, but enough that I could see them look at each other.

The man spoke suddenly "So, basically, you were the Queen of the Vampire Country, which was destroyed 300 years ago by the way, but was deposed because you could manipulate mana directly, regenerate to your best condition at any time, and could use magic of all elements, which created fear among some nobles. Not just that, you were sealed here since your regeneration gives you potential immortality. Also, you are an atavist, inheriting your ancestors' powers directly. Is that right?"

Not able to answer from the amazing summary of my history, and the fact that my subjects died nearly 300 years ago, I could only nod. The man, whom I shall deign to be God for now, shared a look with his two female companions, and then sighed. The girl to his right seemed intent on warning me of something. I shall deign the two girls to be his Right and Left Angels for now.

God stood in front of me, patted my head, and just when I started to wonder if he would leave, he placed his hand on the seal cube, which rendered me immobile. Then I saw his unbelievable amount of mana for the first time. I knew then that he was special, because he could manipulate it directly. Knowing that most of his power only succeeded in destroying a part of the cube, God called for his Right Angel.

"Kaori, a little help?"

Right Angel, or Kaori now, placed her hand on his back and subsequently passed mana to him. She seemed to be happy to do so as well. Did she not know that sharing mana is an intimate sign of trust between two people?

The seal cube was completely gone with the two of them having reduced mana capacities- reduced for them, still large enough to dwarf most other groups. It comes to my attention that I am naked, and proceed to hide my body in the easiest way- hugging God. I ask them for their names.

"May I know… your names?" I ask them all, yet God answers for them

"I'm Hajime Nagumo. The healer's Kaori Shirasaki, and the swordswoman is Shizuku Yaegashi. What's your name?"

"A name…" Do I want to use my old name? NO, that life is OVER. I need a new name for a new life, one hopefully spent peacefully with God- no, Hajime. Still, thinking a new name up is difficult. Well, then, "…Give me one, please. I don't need a reminder of my old life."

The three of them look at each other again, as if debating the benefits of each name they come up with.

Kaori spoke this time "Your name is now Yue, where we come from, it refers to the moon, and your hair and eyes remind us of it. May your beauty equal that of the moon."

Yue… the moon. Aleytia doesn't have a meaning, and so it is meaningless to cling to it. Yue signifies my past, while accentuating my beauty… I like it!

"Yue… from today, I am Yue! Here's to a long and prosperous relationship, Hajime, Kaori, Shizuku!" I smile while saying this. Hajime is special, and he is the perfect match for me. Even if I have to share Hajime with others, I won't mind it- especially Kaori, she is the main wife for him.

BOOM!

Quite a cliffhanger we have here. Next time- A scorpion decomposes, and Hajime rants!