Marine Calendar 1506, November 11.
Monday.
Eleven o'clock at night.
An island stood upon the dark sea.
Though waves crashed all around it, the island itself was silent.
Yet the late-night sky glimmered with an eerie bluish-green light.
It looked utterly strange and sent shivers down one's spine.
The view moved into the island.
Figures draped in black robes filled every street and alley.
There were men, women, elders, and children.
Each hid their face in shadow while bathing beneath the moonlight.
They silently formed long queues and slowly made their way toward the magnificent castle atop the mountain.
Yet their eyes shone with unusual brightness.
They contained complicated emotions: excitement, anticipation, nervousness, longing.
Because they were about to be reborn and step into the extraordinary.
To become members of the legendary blood clan, immortal and immune to all illnesses!
The only price they had to pay was that they could only survive on blood from then on.
But compared to what they would gain, what did that matter?
As for the World Government's warning that the "baptism" could fail and turn them into blood demons—
They all remembered it, but none believed it would happen to them.
At the same time.
Inside the Lulusia family's castle, Mayor Seki, Cain, and Alucard stood before a towering floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the black-robed citizens continuously gathering in the open plaza below.
"I wonder how many of these three hundred thousand people will successfully become our kin."
Cain lightly chuckled as he held a wineglass filled with red wine.
"Who knows? The World Government says those whose willpower isn't firm enough are more likely to fail."
"From my own experience, one's longing for life, blood, and power can become the support that carries them through the pain."
Mayor Seki replied, revealing