Dinner was prepared quickly, and the grand dining hall, with its long table covered in white cloth, had several maids waiting nearby. Surprisingly, among them was a woman dressed provocatively, clearly different from the others - Iss guessed that she was a slave who provided blood. As for the revealing attire, it was the Count's eldest daughter's interest. The Count's eldest daughter, with her violent temperament, only had interest in the same sex.

Naturally, Iss sat at the head of the table. With a light cough, she felt extremely awkward in the silent atmosphere despite the presence of many people. She could only instruct the maids to bring a chair and wave to Camilla.

Perhaps because she had dressed up, Camilla was no longer in the casual outfit Iss had seen that morning. Instead, she was dressed in an attire befitting her noble status.

Her neatly combed golden hair was tied with a large white ribbon at the back of her head, and the black formal dress that revealed her smooth shoulders and back did not seem like an outfit for late autumn. It gave off a chill just by looking at it. The upper half of her dress resembled attire one might wear to a ball, while the lower half was a combination of white knee-high stockings and boots - an unusual combination that somehow gave off the impression that it was the right choice for this young girl.

What stood out the most were the girl's eyes. Her crimson eyes were like deep pools, possessing an enchanting power that could draw people in. There was no hint of any emotional fluctuation.

"Please sit down."

"But..."

Camilla's face showed not surprise, but concern. Although she was also a member of the Persia family, as a human in the vampire world, she did not have the qualification to sit at the same table as the Count's eldest daughter for meals.

"What's wrong, Camilla? Don't you like sitting at the same table as me?"

"Absolutely not! It is my honor to be seated with Lady Elder Sister."

"Then please sit."

This was Iss's first attempt. If she wanted to change the preconceived notions about the Count's eldest daughter, she had to take practical actions. After hesitating for a moment, Camilla sat on the seat to Iss's left.

Seems like it's within an acceptable range.

Iss breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried that Camilla would immediately notice something unusual. But upon careful consideration, how could Camilla possibly deduce that the Count's eldest daughter was no longer the same just from one action? It was just Iss overthinking.

"Lady Elder Sister seems very happy."

"Of course, I have taken the first step towards success. How could I not be happy?"

"Are you referring to matters related to magic?"

"Um... yes. Does Camilla know how I left the mansion?"

Iss casually glanced at Camilla. This was another part of her plan - to understand the differences between this world and the game. From what she had seen so far, the world's magic system and racial settings were no different from "Ragnarok". However, she couldn't assert that they were completely the same. The Count's eldest daughter was not all-knowing, and the memories left were jumbled and difficult to find. As a magic chanter, Camilla could provide more direct information.

Camilla shook her head, and her golden hair followed suit, swaying side to side.

"I don't know. When you asked me to guard the outside of the gate, I thought you wanted to practice magic. But when the people from the church came to visit, they realized you were no longer there. The church personnel guarding near the mansion didn't find any trace of you, so they speculated that someone had kidnapped you."

"Have you heard of 'High-level Teleportation'?"

"'High-level Teleportation'?"

Just as Iss had expected, Camilla's face showed confusion. The Count's eldest daughter's memories also didn't include "High-level Teleportation".

"I mean a magic that can transfer people."

"I have heard of teleportation magic, but generally, it can only teleport a distance of less than one hundred meters. And that belongs to the third-tier magic... Wait, Lady Elder Sister, have you broken through?"

"Third-tier magic? A three-hundred-level magic chanter?"

In "Ragnarok", each hundred levels constituted one tier. For example, as a player at level 427, Iss could use fourth-tier magic, the highest tier. Therefore, when Camilla mentioned the third tier, it subconsciously made Iss think of a three-hundred-level magic.

Given the current understanding of this world and its average level, which was less than ten, it would be normal if teleportation magic required a three-hundred-level proficiency. Iss completely understood that teleportation magic might have been lost.However, Camilla looked puzzled, or rather, she had an expression as if she wanted to confirm whether Iss was sick or not.

"Level three hundred... Lady Sister, is this the information you received from the Demon Lord Uranos? The records I've seen before said that teleportation magic is a level thirty spatial magic..."

"Level thirty?"

"Yes, level thirty is also known as third-tier magic. Did you forget? If Lady Sister is feeling unwell, please let me know, as I know some healing magic."

Ah, I see.

Iss clicked her tongue. It seems that the magic hierarchy in this world is different from Ragnarøk. In the game, each tier consisted of one hundred levels, while in reality, it was every ten levels.

I should follow the magic hierarchy of this world from now on.

Embarrassed, Iss averted her gaze and focused on the plate in front of her. Although vampires in this world need to replenish blood, they also need to consume regular food. Both are necessary for sustaining life.

Are the utensils knives and forks? I feel like I won't be used to them.

Iss couldn't help but think that dining in a restaurant for dinner was a wrong decision. She didn't usually use knives and forks, and if she forced herself to use them, she might reveal clues in the small details.

I should ask for chopsticks later. For now, let's find some other topic to talk about.

With that in mind, Iss instinctively looked at the blood slave, who was dressed in revealing clothes. Usually, the eldest daughter of a count would take blood by biting the neck, which was a bit difficult for her——as someone with a modern mindset, she couldn't accept such primitive and barbaric acts. If she wanted to drink blood in a primitive way, she would have to possess the natural indifference to the fate of others, unless she had lived in another world for a long time.

In addition to that, Iss also had a particular preference for drinking liquids from high glasses.

Of course, she wouldn't refuse to drink blood. Now that she had become a vampire, refusing blood was no different from committing suicide. After finally crossing into another world, she naturally had to live well. Moreover, in the memories left by the Countess, blood was an extremely delicious thing.

Not only delicious, but it even had different flavors? It was understandable to have a common rusty taste, but there were also flavors like orange and strawberry? It was still too strange.

Curiosity instantly occupied Iss's mind, and she beckoned to the blood slave.

"Come here."

"Yes..."

The girl trembled all over under Iss's gaze, but as a slave, her nature to obey commands triumphed over fear. She cautiously took small steps towards Iss, perhaps to prevent the blood slave from escaping. The girl's wings and feet were both shackled, combining with her revealing attire, giving off an exhilarating sensation that made one's blood boil. Iss could only try her best to control her gaze and not be too impolite.

"Are you cold?"

"Huh?" Iss's words caught the girl off guard, and she blurted out a surprised sound, then timidly lowered her head. "N-No, not at all..."

She's probably lying, Iss glanced at the girl's hands, which were turning blue from the cold. Although it wasn't winter yet, it was not far off.

Iss got up, picked up an empty cup that was a bit far from her, and handed it to Camilla.

"Help me put the blood in this cup."