Chapter 320: To Make an Enemy of Him Is to Declare War on Countless...
Elmenhilde Karnstein, whose family belonged to one of the two major factions, was among the highest-ranking families of vampires.
Thus, she could be considered a princess among vampires.
Having always been adored by countless people, this was the first time in her life she had suffered such humiliation.
She was fitted with a collar by a human, fed spoiled holy water, and gagged with a ball.
In the end, she was led around like a slave—this went far beyond mere humiliation of her.
This behavior was tantamount to dragging the dignity of the vampire race through the mud and stomping on it fiercely.
Therefore, this human was doomed!!!
No matter who he was, even the Gremory family's princess couldn't protect him—not even her Satan brother would suffice!
Surely, they wouldn't risk souring relations with the vampires, or even sparking a war, over a mere human, right?
"Miss Elmenhilde, please follow along. Don't make me drag you; it's exhausting."
Although she could move now, it was only enough to walk normally. Her powers had been sealed by his spell.
So, in response to his complaint, Elmenhilde shot him a murderous glare.
Come to think of it, had she gone out alone?
Of course not—she had two attendants with her, but they too had been immobilized in an instant. In the end, she was the only one taken away by him.
"If you don't walk, I'll keep feeding you Holy Water. This batch has already spoiled. If you end up with a stomachache, you'll be even more humiliated."
These words caused Elmenhilde's expression to shift repeatedly.
The Holy Water he had fed her was indeed spoiled—its potency against vampires had weakened to near nothingness.
But who knew what would happen if she drank too much of it?
If she really got a stomachache and couldn't control herself, she'd wish she were dead.
At that moment, he pulled out a large syringe and began drawing the remaining Holy Water from the bottle.
What was he planning?
"Drinking it takes effect slowly. There's another method that works faster. Do you know what it is, Miss Elmenhilde?"
What was he saying?
"Miss Elmenhilde, are you aware of a peculiar folk remedy in the human world for treating colds? It involves using a large leek..."
Hearing this, Elmenhilde's eyes widened instantly, and her delicate body trembled.
She immediately understood the purpose of the large syringe in his hand.
Terrified, her eyes welled up with tears, but she fought desperately to keep them from falling.
Then, with a gaze full of grievance and reluctance, she took a step forward instead of stubbornly standing her ground.
"That's more like it. What a good girl~"
The one who said this—Renji—gently patted the head of the doll-like, adorable girl, causing her to tremble in surprise once more.
And so, this vampire princess dressed in medieval attire was led by him to the Occult Research Club.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
Rias stared speechlessly at the scene before her. What kind of play was this?
Wasn't this a pure-blooded vampire?
She was wearing a collar, bound with a chain, and gagged with a ball in her mouth. Some white substance was oozing from the breathing holes and the corners of her lips?
It was hard not to think of something inappropriate.
Just then, a message arrived on her phone from Sona. Its contents made Rias's expression shift, and she let out a bitter smile.
She now knew who this vampire girl was and why she was in this state. Sona had learned about it from Shinra and immediately informed her.
"Is this Elmenhilde?"
Valerie Tepes, who also recognized her, widened her eyes in shock.
What's going on? How could the princess of the vampire clan be treated like this?
"Elmenhilde? That princess from the Carmilla faction of vampires?"
"Uh, Renji-sensei, why are you treating her like this?"
The others also spoke up in confusion.
Elmenhilde, who was the focus of everyone's attention, had even more tears welling up in her eyes. Being exposed in such a wretched state in front of so many people caused her sense of humiliation to explode, making her on the verge of tears.
"Rias, it seems she's looking for you. You take her."
So Rias rolled her eyes slightly and walked over, removing the ball gag from the almost-crying girl's mouth.
"Rias Gremory, arrest this man immediately! I want to tear him to pieces, I—"
Elmenhilde's voice suddenly cut off as she watched in horror while the despicable man pulled out that syringe again. Could this bastard actually dare to do such terrible things to her in front of everyone?
Her pupils contracted as Elmenhilde finally noticed the many cold gazes fixed on her, including Rias Gremory's. At that moment, she realized this human wasn't ordinary.
After calming down slightly, Elmenhilde spoke again, "Rias Gremory, I came here with the Queen's peace treaty!!!"
Such weighty words should make them understand the situation, she thought.
"Ara, peace treaty? Little girl, do you realize that the moment you threatened this person just now, you could already be considered as declaring war against numerous factions?" Akeno said playfully.
"Among the existing 72 noble devils—including Gremory, Sitri, and Phenex—about half would fight for him. The Angel Church would likely offer full support, and this country's youkai factions would also assist wholeheartedly..." Ravel listed faction after faction, making the arrogant young lady's eyes widen progressively.
"Why say so much meow? Just tell her Master killed Indra a few days ago meow~"
This sudden interjection became the final crushing blow for Elmenhilde. She didn't think they were lying—after all, nobody would dare falsely claim to have killed Indra.
So he was a god-slayer. Realizing this, Elmenhilde found herself completely consumed by fear. Her legs immediately gave way, collapsing to the floor as a warm stream spread beneath her.
"Hey now, why are you all scaring her like this?"
The person who said this—Renji—immediately received numerous eye-rolls.
This extremely arrogant young lady could actually be transformed into a Pillar Devil. But he wasn't planning to do that yet. Such a haughty young mistress needed proper training first.
If he transformed her first and then trained her, it would feel different—like bullying one of his own, giving him a slight sense of guilt.