The Fourth Primogenitor—said to be the strongest vampire in existence.
Most people, hearing the words "the strongest," imagine an impossibly majestic existence whose mere presence instills fear.
But reality was far from their imagination.
The Fourth Primogenitor was currently wearing pajamas, wrapped in a blanket, curled up in the corner of her bed, not moving at all. She looked nothing like the awe-inspiring being people imagined.
In fact, Ren stood before Remilia with overwhelming authority, hands on his hips.
"Still not getting up, Remilia?"
"No! I, Lady Remilia, refuse to get up even if I die!"
"You can't die, idiot!"
"I'm not getting up no matter what!"
"Is it really that serious? You're a Primogenitor now. Why are you afraid of the sun?"
"This isn't about the sun! You're asking the great Fourth Primogenitor to go to school! Why don't you go!?"
Remilia exploded, throwing her pillow at Ren.
Ren tilted his head slightly, and the pillow hit Natsuki, who had just walked in.
Natsuki froze, pulling the pillow off her face.
She stared at Remilia.
Remilia: "…"
Natsuki: "…"
Seeing the pillow in Natsuki's hands, Remilia suddenly felt guilty.
Ever since becoming the Fourth Primogenitor, she thought she deserved to relax.
After all, her lifelong dream had basically been achieved.
Become a Primogenitor, gain strength, and protect everyone around her.
Now she had become one, and according to Ren, she still had room to grow—eventually reaching the realm of a transcendent being.
But first, she wanted to enjoy her new Primogenitor life.
After being oppressed for so long by that old hag Yukari, wasn't it fair to enjoy life a little?
And wasn't this artificial island going to be her domain anyway?
But just as she was settling into relaxation, Ren and Natsuki approached her with a request.
"Please attend school with Flandre and Avrora."
Remilia: "???"
When I use a question mark, it means you're the one with the problem.
Why does the great Fourth Primogenitor need to attend school!?
She initially thought Ren was joking—until the next morning, when Ren actually came to wake her up.
Which led to this scene—Remilia wrapped in her blanket, acting as if the bed was her home.
"Ugh… Sister, you're lame. You can't even accompany Flandre to school!"
Flandre walked in, spotting Remilia still in bed, and immediately began judging her.
"Uuuu… Flandre…"
Hearing Flandre's words, Remilia felt as if ten thousand arrows had pierced her chest.
Honestly, she no longer knew how many times Flandre had betrayed her by now.
She was clearly her own little sister, yet somehow Flandre was even more skilled at stabbing her in the back than anyone else. "Why do I have to go to school? I'm five hundred years old already!" Remilia couldn't help saying, her face full of resentment.
Hearing that, Ren and Natsuki immediately gave her an extremely detailed explanation, which was—
"Ever since you became the Fourth Primogenitor, you've been dragging Flandre and Avrora out every night, wandering around. Even Flandre's been influenced by you and comes home late every day. You look exactly like some delinquent running around outside. I think you really need to go to school and fix that personality of yours."
"And just in these past few days, there have been twenty-six cases of demon fights involving you, and nearly a hundred buildings damaged by your familiars. The direct financial loss alone is around seven billion, and including indirect damages, the total exceeds fifty billion. The only fortunate thing is that nobody died during this time, or that would've been even worse. As the attack mage of Itogami Island, don't you think I should lock the culprit—you—into the island prison for a while? I doubt you want to see headlines saying the Fourth Primogenitor is serving time in jail…"
Remilia: "…"
In an instant, Remilia's expression became unbearably awkward.
These past days, she really had been playing too wildly.
And she also wanted to try out her powers, especially the strength of those familiars.
Who knew the destructive power was that high? Even when she tried to suppress it, the results still turned out like that…
Besides, she understood perfectly well why Ren and Natsuki wanted to drag her to school.
She just couldn't accept the humiliation of being the Fourth Primogenitor and still having to attend school.
What made it worse was that she'd be surrounded by kids barely in their teens, while she—five hundred years old—would have to blend in among them. Wasn't that embarrassing?
With a flattering smile, Remilia poked her little head out from under the blanket and spoke slowly.
"Well, this whole place is my territory. How I choose to handle things should be my own freedom." Hearing that wavering resistance, Ren made a very simple move.
He walked forward and gently patted Remilia's head, asking with a warm expression, "Miss Remilia, do you understand Eastern Empire culture?"
"I do, of course I do!"
Remi nodded rapidly. Her gatekeeper came from that country—how could she not know? "Then do you know what this gesture usually means?"
Remilia raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, then quickly answered, "I know! It's from a legend! Something like… an immortal! Right, the immortal touches my head! I didn't get it wrong, right?"
"No. It's me calculating exactly how much force I need to twist your head off in one piece."
While saying that, Ren used the legendary Skull-Cracking Technique, making Remilia clutch her head tightly.
"Yiiiiing…"
"Are you not embarrassed? You're five hundred years old and still whining! Get up!"
"Uwaaahhhh—You know I'm five hundred years old, yet you're making me go to school! Don't you care about my pride as the Fourth Primogenitor!?"
"You run around every night with Flandre causing trouble everywhere. With that behavior, what pride do you think you even have left? If I don't send you to get re-educated, the Fourth Primogenitor will soon become a full-blown terrorist!"
Grabbing Remilia by the head, Ren lifted her right off the bed. "Ow ow ow ow—!" Feeling the pain, Remilia cried out as Ren forcibly dragged her out.
Watching this, Flandre casually took out her phone, snapped a picture, then slipped away pretending she saw nothing.
Seeing Flandre's behavior, Natsuki's mouth twitched slightly.
There was no need to say anything else—Flandre would remember this moment for the rest of her life.
Looks like once school starts, the first thing she'd have to do is confiscate Flandre's phone.
Thinking that, Natsuki calmly followed Ren out of the room.
As always, the Minamiya household began its day amid noisy chaos.