Volume 1, Chapter 25 – Mistilteinn’s Gift – Lowest Grade

The final decision was, of course, to offer assistance—but everything had to align with the personality of the Count’s eldest daughter. That is, it couldn’t be mere charity; it had to be an unequal transaction, one that made onlookers believe she had gained the upper hand while the merchant suffered losses so severe that ordinary people would find them unacceptable.

As for how to make such a deal seem unbearable to the average person, the method was simple: reveal her identity as a vampire and demand the merchant offer his blood. In a theocratic state like the Ymir Theocracy, where religion and governance were intertwined, making a deal with a demon was an unforgivable sin. The filthy soul of anyone who did so would be condemned to hell for eternal torment after death. Naturally, this would deter others from attempting to imitate the merchant. However, it was worth noting that if the merchant showed fear, Yisi would have no choice but to abandon her plan to help him.

As for the risk of exposing her vampire identity and attracting the attention of the Church, Yisi wasn’t particularly concerned. She had, after all, sneaked out using teleportation magic—it was only a matter of time before the Church’s servants discovered her. Besides, she had already secured permission to leave the mansion freely. With even the radical faction’s representative, the Paladin Commander, too terrified to step outside, the worst she’d face upon returning was a scolding from Owen. This wasn’t a gamble but a carefully considered decision.

Moreover, she was, in essence, helping the merchant. It didn’t violate her principles, and one of her main objectives in coming out was to collect blood. This was simply killing two birds with one stone.

“An… experimental product? Y-You have precious magical medicine?”

Seeing a glimmer of hope, the merchant’s dull eyes instantly brightened, and his grip on Yisi’s skirt tightened.

“Get off.” Instead of slapping his hand away, Yisi kicked him back outright, not bothering to conceal the anger in her blue eyes as she clicked her tongue in irritation.

“How dare a lowly beast lay hands on me?”

She parted her lips slightly, revealing the hidden fangs beneath, declaring her identity as a vampire to the crowd. Kicking the merchant wasn’t her true intention, but to uphold the ruthless reputation of vampires, she had no choice. While her heart ached with guilt, she silently apologized to the merchant.

After a few seconds of silence, the onlookers screamed as if they had seen a demon, frantically fleeing to either side of the street. Though some didn’t understand what was happening, the moment they heard the word “vampire” and saw others running, they too began to scatter.

In less than three minutes, the crowded street was completely empty, leaving only Camilla, the merchant, and his daughter behind.

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The merchant, momentarily stunned by the kick, showed no fear upon learning Yisi was a vampire. On the contrary, the hope in his eyes grew even stronger. As someone who frequently traveled between vampire territories and the Niru Diocese, he knew exactly what vampires desired. Compared to complex humans, their wants were far simpler.

Still, his voice trembled with poorly concealed fear as he crawled back to Yisi.

“I… I understand. If you can save my daughter… I’ll give you anything in return. No—I can use my connections to procure whatever you desire.”

In other words, he could leverage his wealth to secretly acquire and hide more blood slaves for Yisi in human territories.

Of course, Yisi didn’t pick up on the merchant’s implied meaning, but that didn’t stop her from responding. Since the merchant wasn’t afraid of her, there was still a chance to proceed.

Yisi let out an intrigued hum.

“Oh? Anything, you say… I assume you’re making this offer fully aware of what I am. In that case—find me a suitable place for treatment.”

“Y-Yes! I’ll arrange it immediately!”

His voice no longer held hesitation or regret—only barely suppressed excitement and euphoria.

Led by the merchant, Yisi soon arrived at a two-story building at the edge of town. As for the merchant’s daughter, after having Camilla cast a basic spell to stop the bleeding, Yisi instructed the merchant to carry the girl to the treatment site.

Though the interior of the building was pitch-black, Yisi’s superior night vision as a vampire allowed her to see everything clearly.

It was a spacious hall filled with wooden crates, exuding a musty odor—more accurately, it resembled a warehouse. Thick layers of dust coated the walls and floor, making it far from an ideal place for treatment.

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“This… this is… my warehouse for storing clothes and food. The Church… won’t find us here for a while—” the merchant explained between gasps for breath as he laid his daughter atop a large crate. He then hurried to the wall, lighting an oil lamp with a flint before dropping to his knees again. “Please… if you can save my daughter, I swear to serve the vampires as a loyal servant.”

No, no, that won’t be necessary.

The merchant seemed to have some misunderstanding, but Yisi, bound by the persona of the Count’s eldest daughter, didn’t correct him. She merely gave a slight nod.

“Let me make one thing clear—I can’t guarantee the medicine will work. This is merely an experimental product.”

“Even if there’s only a sliver of hope, I’ll take it!”

When even the Church couldn’t heal such grievous injuries, what other options did he have? Either he placed his faith in this one possibility, or he’d have to watch his daughter waste away until death.

“Remember your promise. Camilla, brighten the room.”

“Yes, Onee-sama.”

Drawing the wand at her waist, Camilla softly chanted an incantation. She wasn’t just a mere clerk—to ensure she had some means of self-defense, Count Pescia had taught her magic. Now, Camilla was an 8th-tier water mage.

In less than a breath, a white orb of light floated to the ceiling, illuminating the entire warehouse.

“Sigh…”

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Exhaling softly, Yisi focused her mind on searching the warehouse for suitable medicine. In a secluded place, she could have simply used healing magic to cure the girl outright. But now was the perfect opportunity to test whether the medicines from Ragnarøk were effective. Even if it failed, she could always resort to healing magic afterward.

A glance at the girl’s HP bar showed it was below 5%.

I have no idea what tier intermediate or high-grade potions correspond to in the game…

What level of recovery potion should she use to treat the girl’s injuries? The game had a wide variety of healing items, and there were no level restrictions on using them. Even a Level 1 newbie could chug the highest-tier potion—though only a madman would do so.

After some thought, Yisi settled on the potion she had frequently used around Level 300—Mistilteinn’s Gift – Lowest Grade, a concoction that instantly restored 30,000 HP. Above it were even more potent items like Yggdrasil’s Roots, The Demon King’s Nectar, and Kroh’s Tears, each seemingly tied to specific lore figures, though Yisi hadn’t delved too deeply into their backgrounds.

This is a potion that restores 30,000 HP in one go. Surely it’ll be enough to heal a Level 2 girl…

Holding onto a sliver of unease, Yisi retrieved Mistilteinn’s Gift – Lowest Grade—a transparent vial containing a pale yellow liquid. She popped open the cork… and then froze.

How do I use this?

In the game, consuming an item was as simple as clicking the [Use] button. But this was reality—there was no interface. Should she pour it on the girl’s body? Or make her drink it?

“Camilla, you do it.”

In the end, she handed the task to Camilla, who was familiar with medicinal applications.

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With practiced ease, Camilla evenly spread the potion over the girl’s body. Almost instantly, the torn flesh began to mend—or rather, new tissue sprouted like fast-forwarded footage. Pink tendrils of muscle writhed rapidly, knitting together shredded skin and reconnecting severed blood vessels. In less than five minutes, the once-mangled girl was restored to an uninjured state. If not for her tattered, bloodstained clothes, one might mistake her for someone merely recovering from a severe illness, her face still slightly pale.

It worked… Though, that was kind of disgusting.

The sight of rapidly regenerating flesh was indeed nauseating. Had Yisi not been desensitized by the Count’s eldest daughter’s memories—filled with gruesome scenes—she might have vomited on the spot.

In fact, even the merchant, the girl’s own father, was dry-heaving nearby. Only Camilla remained expressionless.

Checking the girl’s breathing with a hand under her nose, Yisi turned away.

“As you can see, your daughter is healed. Now, about my payment—”

“I’ll provide you with intelligence on humans. Whatever you ask, I’ll devote everything to fulfilling it.”

With utmost solemnity, the merchant knelt on one knee, performing a rough approximation of a knight’s oath. Yisi felt a twinge of awkwardness—in movies, this gesture was typically part of a knighting ceremony, and she had no intention of granting such a title. The merchant’s words made it sound like she was planning to invade human nations.

Still, this just shows how much his daughter means to him. He’s willing to betray his own kind for her sake.

Suppressing a sigh, Yisi maintained her stoic facade.

“I have no need for the loyalty of inferior livestock. What I want is blood—plenty of it, and fresh.”