Vampire Summoner's Rebirth: Summoning The Vampire Queen At The Start

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"I understand your concern mother… I know I am still too young, but I feel that within me, I must hunt. Something, perhaps the will of the Holy Spirits are telling me that I must face challenges and grow stronger. There's a mission that I will have to fulfill one day." I told her.

I bullshitted something using the name of the Holy Spirits, god-like spirits that people pray to through religion.

"My son… S-Such braveness!" said my mother, her eyes sparkled as she admired me.

"I understand… I will teach you how to hunt- AH, even if you've hunted a lot already… But I feel this is my duty as your father." Said my father.

"Thank you, dad. I really appreciate it." I replied.

My father smiled gently as he petted my head and kissed my forehead.

"I love you son. I will do whatever I can to help you out in these years you have before growing into an adult." He said.

My father was surprisingly supportive of me, unlike my worrywart mother, he was willing to help me out to learn how to hunt, even though I could be the one to teach him. Nonetheless, I will take his teachings and perhaps I can get to teach him a few things in return as well.

I am honestly more worried about them than myself. I know I will do good no mater what, but what about them? I am concerned something bad could one day happen, and I won't be here to help them.

In such case, I want my parents to also grow stronger if possible. If anything, I could teach them Qi and use it as an excuse as "the mysterious power of the Holy Spirits" or some bullshit like that.

"Well, for now how about we wrap things up? You two have to go sell the pelts, right? Mary, let's prepare breakfast for them so they can eat whenever they get back." Said my grandmother.

"A-Ah! Y-You're right mother, I guess I went a bit too far…" sighed my mother.

"Don't worry mother, I am fine, and I will be fine as well. The Holy Spirits have guided my path, and they're blessing me with their fortune." I said.

"Oh my son, it seems you've been given an oracle?" asked my mother.

"S-Something like that… Yeah." I said, averting my gaze from her.

"Heroes are often given whispers by the Holy Spirits; they're guided for greatness!" said my grandmother. I was glad she was a big Hero fanatic, she seemed to know all of this sort of stuff.

My bullshitting was being backed up by my grandmother, with this, it was impossible for my parents to not believe me.

Once more, I am eternally grateful for my grandmother's amazing help in this regard. She really just helped me a lot… I am eternally grateful for this old woman's wise words.

"Very well then, let's get to it then, son," said my father.

"Okay!" I said, as we walked outside the house carrying the pelts.

The sun was already rising in the horizon, and the morning was slowly getting warmer from its bone-chilling coldness. The grass below our boots was fresh, and the sounds of birds chirping around could be heard everywhere, it was a peaceful morning.

Some of the people had already woken up and were wandering around their homes and farms, I saw a few spirits as well, mostly farm animal-like spirits, which were very common around here, such as cows, horses, goats, sheep, pigs, and more.

We moved to the plaza, where my father told me that there merchants that stood there buying things before going back to the capital.

There was around five to six merchants, each one buying and selling stuff. They were mostly selling anything they couldn't sell around their travels. Sometimes there were interesting offers, and there was a variety of items I hadn't had the opportunity to see in great detail before.

"Look, son, those are Potions, they're super expensive… That one Mana Potion costs… fifty gold coins! There's no way I am buying such a thing…" said my father in shock.

Potions seemed expensive because alchemist were rare. I think that's because not everyone was born with the Talent related with alchemy such as Alchemist, and someone without such a Talent cannot develop the ability to make products so easily. They needed years of training and more, only to produce low quality products, while Alchemists with such related Talents can develop Skills and even be able to make products of high quality.

I suppose its not as if there's a lack of producers, its just that the rich people monopolized all the talented alchemists into their companies and use their high-quality products as an excuse to ask for tremendous sums of money.

The other rich people that buy their stupid potions do it happily, of course, but poor people like us cannot possibly afford this thing, and by just inspecting it, I can already tell that it is barely above average in quality.

Do these absolute imbeciles really think they can trick me with this garbage? And they're asking for 50 gold coins for it? If I were given the materials, I can make better potions than anyone in this world.

…Actually, that gives me certain ideas.

"How much for the Mana Potion?"

"Huh? Blake?!"

My father looked at me with surprise.

"Hm? Boy? Do you think you can afford it?" asked the merchant, he was a man on his late twenties with short blue hair and yellow eyes, perhaps an unexperienced merchant.

"Is the price really 50 coins?" I asked.

"Yes, and it is in an offer! Usually, these high-quality potions are way above that price, usually around 100 small gold coins!" said the old man.

"I see, what materials are used for it?" I asked.

"Hm?! Well, t-that's a secret!" he said.

"I can already tell that the spirit orbs used for this potion are of terrible quality. If anyone were to buy these products, they would end up disappointed." I said.

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