Upon hearing what Ramos just said.
Cecilia's eyes widened in shock.
She couldn't believe what she had just heard.
Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
Ramos, unfazed by her reaction, continued.
"I died in another world… and found myself in this body."
His voice was calm, yet there was weight in his words.
"I've unlocked all of the memories of the Ramos you knew. The Primordial Vampire Lord thought highly of you, Cecilia, I saw it in his memories."
He paused for a moment, watching her closely.
"But I wonder… will I ever earn that same trust from you?"
Cecilia remained silent.
Her mind was racing, flashing through countless memories—the life she had shared with her Ramos.
All this time, she had refused to believe he was truly gone.
She had clung to hope, believing she would find him again.
And now that she had finally found him…
It wasn't him.
It was somebody else occupying his body.
However Ramos continued, his voice steady.
"The Primordial Vampire Lord never completed the spell."
"His soul and consciousness weren't transferred into this teenage self. That's why, right now, I only have one percent of his power."
He paused before adding, "Which means, Cecilia… if you wanted to, you could kill me right now."
At that moment Cecilia's eyes became wet. Her heart clenched at his words.
Her hands trembled slightly as she whispered, "Why are you telling me this?"
Her voice was shaky, filled with raw emotion.
"Why not just pretend?" she asked. "You have all his memories—you could have easily acted like him, and behave everything was alright."
At that moment Ramos sighed, looking into her eyes.
"Because the Vampire Lord revealed his teenage self to you when you were young and fragile."
"And now, I am doing the same."
"Because I trust you, Cecilia."
"Just like the old Vampire Lord trusted you, and again, I don't have his strength, so I would need your help for somethings."
Upon hearing what Ramos just said.
Cecilia's tears poured down, her shoulders trembling.
Then, without hesitation, she fell to her knees and bowed her head deeply.
"I will serve you, Master, because you're still the same Master I know and I love so much."
Her voice was unwavering, filled with devotion.
Even if Ramos was someone else, she didn't care.
The fact remained—her master had allowed this to happen.
And perhaps… the reason the Vampire Lord had shown her his teenage self all those years ago was because he had foreseen this very moment.
Whatever the case, she would serve Ramos.
She would help him regain his strength.
Ramos gave Cecilia a small nod.
Without a word, he lifted his hand and sliced his palm open.
Dark, rich blood dripped from his hand.
Then, he performed a spell.
Seeing what Ramos just did Cecilia's eyes widened in shock. She immediately recognized it.
A Bond-Linking Spell.
Ramos was binding her to an oath.
A deadly oath.
If she ever went against him, she would die.
Her heart pounded.
Why was he doing this? What truly happened the day he died?
And most importantly…
How was Ramos able to unleash a high-class spell like this—despite only having one percent of the Vampire Lord's power?
Ramos looked down at Cecilia, his expression unreadable.
"Swear your loyalty to me."
His voice was calm, yet it carried a weight that made the air around them feel heavy.
He continued.
"I was betrayed by all six of my disciples on the battlefield."
Upon hearing what he just said Cecilia's breath hitched.
"All six?"
Ramos' eyes darkened as he spoke.
"My prophecy came to pass. A fragment of the Demon King's soul still lingered in this world."
"When the battle reached its peak, I was betrayed."
His fists clenched, the fresh wound on his palm still dripping blood.
"I will not make the same mistake again."
"Whoever stands by my side must swear an oath of loyalty."
Cecilia's entire body tensed.
She was shocked beyond words.
She couldn't believe all six disciples betrayed him?
It didn't make sense.
She remembered the day she arrived at the battlefield. She had seen the critical state the disciples were in—wounded, barely clinging to life.
She had healed them with her own hands.
There was no way they got those wounds from fighting Ramos.
Cecilia looked into Ramos' eyes—deep, searching, She could tell.
He wasn't lying.
Without hesitation, she stood up and took the oath.
The process was simple yet absolute.
She lifted the small chalice filled with Ramos' blood and drank.
The moment the liquid touched her tongue, a surge of energy rushed through her body. The spell was now inside her, binding her to her new master.
The process was complete.
Ramos gave her a small nod.
"I want you to keep my existence a secret."
His voice was firm.
"I will reveal myself to the world when I have fully recovered."
And with that, he turned and began walking toward his chamber.
But before he could leave—Cecilia stopped him.
"Master Ramos!"
He turned, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Cecilia took a deep breath and said, "Now that you're truly a teenager, you will have to attend the Ramos Defense Academy."
Immediately Ramos' brows twitched.
"Why?"
Cecilia explained, "It will help you recover your full strength faster. You will be taught spells you already knew, which will force your body and mind to remember them, allowing you to instantly upgrade them."
Ramos frowned.
"There's no need for that. I have a library containing generations of skills. I can simply enter it and relearn everything on my own."
The moment he said that—Cecilia shook her head.
"The Library is gone, Master."
Ramos' expression froze.
"What did you just say?"
Cecilia hesitated, then spoke carefully.
"Finn... he burned the entire place down in anger. He couldn't accept that he failed to save you."
"BOOM!"
At that moment a wave of rage exploded from Ramos.
Cecilia felt it instantly—a chilling, suffocating pressure.
Her entire body trembled as an unnatural cold rushed down her spine.