SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Malia

Damon’s expression didn’t shift, but his crimson eyes gleamed with interest. A scapegoat, was she? That meant one of two things, either she was truly competent and dangerous enough that her lord needed her gone, or she really had failed and Varnyx was covering for her.

"Convenient story," Damon shook his head. "If she was so capable, why hasn’t someone else claimed her already?"

"Because she is feared, my Lord. She is a monster who nearly bankrupted a duchy with her schemes. She is a reminder of betrayal. Everyone turned their backs on her. But that only makes her more valuable to us. She has nothing left to lose, and everything to prove. Loyalty born of desperation can be stronger than chains."

Damon sighed inwardly. Already, his three recruits were weirdos whom he had to struggle to deal with. Here he was hoping that at least Varnyx would recommend him a normal one which was straightforward to deal with but it looked like that was not going to happen.

Once again, an anomaly was staring at his face. Well whatever. It was not a big deal. He would have Varnyx check the progress as well. Both of them would be oathbound to him and there shouldn’t be any way for them to betray him.

He personally did not know anyone else so he had to take this chance based on Varnyx’s recommendation.

And Varnyx was someone whom he could trust. Even in his previous life, there was no wrong news or gossip circulating about him. There was simply no reason why he shouldn’t trust him.

"Okay. I will trust your words, Varnyx. Bring her to me. If she impresses me in these next few days, she can continue. Otherwise, I might have to replace her."

Varnyx bowed. "Understood, my Lord. I shall summon her at once. She will not fail you." The vampire hurriedly left the room and a few minutes later, he returned along with someone else.

She was not what Damon expected. Varnyx had painted a picture of a fallen stewardess clawing for relevance, desperate to prove her worth again. But the woman who followed him into the chamber radiated anything but desperation.

Her long crimson hair was tied into a sharp ponytail, not a strand out of place, giving her a look of disciplined elegance. A pair of thin-rimmed glasses sat neatly on her nose, catching the red glow of the Hall’s sconces as her gaze swept across the throne room.

Stockings clung to her legs, paired with a fitted skirt and blouse that gave her the air of a cold, calculating secretary rather than some shamed exile. She looked like someone who had just stepped out of a court chamber, ready to command armies with ink and parchment instead of blood and steel.

Her crimson eyes were icy, indifferent, merciles and they scanned Damon with the precision of an auditor dissecting numbers in a ledger. No hunger. No desperation.

Only a detached, professional disinterest that made it feel as though he was the one being weighed and measured. Her entrance was not the plea of a beggar for a second chance. It was the stride of someone who fully believed she still deserved the world at her feet.

"So," Damon finally said. "This is the great vampiress who nearly bankrupted an entire duchy. Tell me, Malia, should I be preparing to count losses before I’ve even given you the treasury keys?" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

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