A huge wall stood between the Farm, the Breeding Farm, and the even more secretive Slaughterhouse.
For vampires, the high wall was not a difficult obstacle to cross. For humans, however, it was an insurmountable chasm.
The Farm would not immediately know what happened on the other side of the wall... and the other side was the same.
But the Inspection Team stationed within the high wall, watching over the two different farms, could learn what was happening on both sides at the first opportunity.
Inside the wall, in the Inspection Team's office, which was currently facing disbandment, the Chief Inspector—a baron and a middle-ranking noble within the clan—was frowning deeply.
Managing a farm was a position that brought enormous wealth—for vampires, only large quantities of pure-blood Ancient Race counted as true wealth.
Obviously, the Chief Inspector was unwilling to lose this position no matter what—even if he were promoted to a High-ranking Noble and became part of the fully privileged class, he still did not want to leave this farm.
"It was only a human supervisor who died, yet they're making such a huge fuss... Could it be that they've discovered I was secretly selling pure-bloods..."
The Chief Inspector paced irritably around his office. Even though the commotion outside over the vampire killer was deafening, he paid it little attention.
The Chief Inspector was worrying about his authority when he suddenly received an emergency notice from the Breeding Farm on the other side of the wall. His expression instantly turned exceptionally ugly.
The notice said... the Breeding Farm had been occupied by human livestock. Nearly half its territory had already fallen!
Moreover, the human livestock possessed large quantities of weapons capable of fighting vampires—even the dreaded Silver Nitrate!
When the Chief Inspector suddenly heard the urgent report, he thought