Reincarnated With The Van Helsing System

While Daimon was enjoying his time studying in the library, in the academic city more accurately in an area reserved for “guests”, there was a turmoil in two of the three mansions that were built there.

In the first mansion the guards had disgusted expressions as they used a gurney to transport a brown-haired young man from the entrance to a private room where a bunch of doctors, potion masters and nurses were waiting.

The guards handed the gurney to the nurses and spoke in a low voice.

“We already administrated the young master with the antidote so his life is not in danger anymore… go and clean him so the medics can properly treat him”.

The nurses took George which was still fainted to the bathroom, as soon as the nurses left a middle-aged man with a furious expression kicked the doors of the room and shouted.

“Everyone but the guards get out!!!”, the pressure of a middle stage Archknight made the mansion tremble a bit, of course the doctors immediately left to avoid any problems, the potion masters also left with the exception of one.

The Archknight is George’s uncle, Hector Grayer the one in charge of his safety, he was chatting with an old friend, when a guard entered the room and informed that his nephew got beaten up so bad that he “soiled” himself.

Needless to say, but he was furious, his first reaction was to hurry to the academy to demand an explanation, unfortunately all his impetus disappeared the moment he tried to set foot into the campus… because he nearly suffocated.

His heart nearly stopped feeling a pair of murderous gazes on his back, his back covered in cold sweat, no matter how much he tried his body didn’t obey his orders, then the voice of a woman which he couldn’t recognize made its way to his ears.

“Take your little bastard and get the hell out of my sight, we will demand an explanation to that old patriarch of yours, what a disgusting poison”.

After that Hector could move again but he didn’t dare to enter the campus, instead patiently waited for the guards to come out pulling a gurney on which his nephew was laying covered in vomit and feces.

Hector lost all the color of his face, he knew those were the effects of a certain poison elaborated by the potion master of his family, he was doubting to inform this to his older brother when his sigil lector illuminated.

The thunderous voice of the clan head of the Grayer family, Gerard Grayer, could be heard at the entrance of the academy.

“What the hell did you two bastards do!!!”.

“I got a notification that due to George’s actions he will be suspended from the academy for one month, along with a “penalty fee” of five hundred thousand mana crystals as compensation for staining the image of the beast faction”.

Hector hesitated, he had two options, first inform the whole true to his brother and receive a punishment from him and the family, or second pay from his own pocket and distract his brother from this situation.

He gritted his teeth and ended up choosing the second option.

“Don’t worry brother, apparently that Hector brat caused a fight in public, leave everything to me… it’s not a good idea to stir up problems with the beast faction right now”.

…

Gerard remained silent for a moment before he gave his consent, without knowing he basically accepted that his son got a beat up.

“Fine, you deal with that brat’s mess, I have more important things to discuss with the those two, don’t contact me unless it’s extremely urgent”.

That led to the current situation where George was sedated and being treated by the doctors, while Hector was discussing with the creator of the poison to see if there will be side effects.

“The young master wanted a long-lasting effect so… he won’t be able to control his bowels for at least one week, even after using the antidote”.

Hector had a headache but after contemplating things, he shrugged.

“Whatever he is suspended from the academy anyway, just put him a diaper, this stupid brat costed me five hundred thousand mana crystals”.

While in the mansion of the Grayer family the situation ended there, for the subordinates of the Ascott family things weren’t so simple.

For those who believed in the god of light the worst sin was to be “contaminated” by darkness, when the bodyguards of Leir saw him naked and bald they felt angry for their young master being humiliated.

But then when they noticed there were faint traces of darkness on his body, their faces paled, before anyone could notice they immediately dragged their young master back to the mansion to be treated.

The one in charge of Leir’s wellbeing, is a female cardinal from the church of light, a veiled woman which hands were shining with white light, but no matter how much she tried she couldn’t get rid of the darkness that was invading Leir’s body.

After nearly one hour of trying the woman shook her head as he gave her verdict.

“This is not the darkness we know of, it’s not harmful to the body as it’s only preventing this child to grow hair… it’s more of a joke than an attack, my healing light is the strongest among the members of the church and I can’t do anything”.

Listening to the woman’s answer an old man which was across the room gritted his teeth.

“Is that your answer? the Ascott family respects the church of light, so our young master came to this academy due to that bullshit of prophecy, and now you are telling me you can’t do anything to help!!!”.

The floor below them cracked as the pressures of two peak Archmages flooded the room, but after a little clash they both retracted their powers to not make the mansion collapse.

The woman shrugged.

“Since his light is not strong enough to overcome darkness, the church of light hereby strips Leir Ascott of its right as an apostle of the god of light”.

The old man felt a vein popping on his neck, but there was so much he could do, his only course of action was to send his young master back to the family to see of maybe the ancestor could solve this situation.

“The bastard that did this will pay… I have to find a scapegoat”, he thought.

While two big families of the light faction were dealing with the humiliation of their young masters in a different way, back at the library of the academy Daimon closed the book he was reading, at first it was easy to focus on the text but as time passed, he caught a faint trace of a familiar sweet fragrance.

So, he immediately closed the book as there were more urgent matters to attend, but it wasn’t only him, Aisha had a slightly blushed expression, after nearly thirty minutes of teasing she got a bit wet.

“Darling… let’s return to the mansion, I want to take a shower to refresh myself and then we can keep reading in the bedroom ♥”.

Aisha tried to get up from her son’s lap but Daimon grabbed her by her waist, she saw him smiling from the corner of her eyes and had a bad premonition.

Daimon kissed the back of her neck as he whispered on her ears.

“I wonder, should I eat you right here?”.

Aisha felt a bolt of electricity running through her spine, her back even arched a bit.

“Darling we could be seen here, what if there is some kind of spying formation set in the room?”.

Daimon gently bit her ear as he answered.

“Evangeline already checked the room and there is nothing of the sort hehehe”.

Aisha felt her ass twitching a bit, “Stupid Evangeline”, she thought.

Luckily for Aisha Daimon suddenly let go of her, an opportunity she happily accepted to get up from his lap, as she tidied up her clothes, the door of the room made a slight clicking sound as Calvin and Michael entered while arguing.

“I get you are a horny dog, but can’t you wait to be alone to try and flirt with every girl you see, my reputation is gone thanks to you, I have a fiancée you asshole”.

Calvin snorted.

“What kind of man doesn’t want one or two extra wives? Let this senior teach you the way of a proper gentleman”.

Their conversation momentarily stopped when they noticed that Daimon and Aisha were also in the private room, of course Calvin decided to include Daimon since they are the only guys of the elite class.

“Yo class rep, I know you aren’t a fag like Michael, what do you say isn’t it every man’s dream to have a room full of beauties waiting for you?”.

Daimon felt Aisha’s gaze piercing his back, but he feigned ignorance.

“Everyone has its tastes”.

“In my case it is indeed a bed with all my girls cuddling with me at the same time”, he mentally added.

Michael nodded.

“You see, not everyone is a horny dog like you”.