Trevor was stunned by what stood before him. Ever since he was a child, he had heard stories about the legendary weapon used to defeat Dracula—but seeing it with his own eyes was something else entirely.
He reached out to take it, but his grandfather gently pulled it back and said,
"Easy. First, there are a few things you need to understand."
Trevor stopped immediately and listened.
"I know you're probably tired of hearing about the Vampire Killer, but there are important details. The whip changes form depending on its wielder. This is my form—yours may be different."
Lucius paused briefly before continuing.
"On top of that, it has hidden abilities. Some Belmonts were able to transform it into a morning star, but that depends on the user's spiritual strength. It hasn't happened in many years, so don't get your hopes up."
Trevor nodded, absorbing every word.
"One more thing: never let anyone but you use the whip. It's bound to Belmont blood. If someone else tries to wield it… their life will be drained."
Lucius's tone grew more serious.
"Take good care of it. And keep it close at all times. It can also detect the presence of supernatural creatures."
Trevor listened with absolute focus.
Finally, Lucius extended the whip.
Trevor's heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest.
It was as if the Vampire Killer was calling to him.
The moment he grasped it, a strange sensation washed over him—as if something missing inside him had finally been filled.
Suddenly, the whip shone with an intense white light.
Trevor shut his eyes, blinded.
When he could see again, the whip had changed. It was now a dark brown, its handle adorned with gold, the Belmont crest engraved into it.
He felt it pulse in his hand, as if it recognized him.
Trevor smiled and looked at his grandfather.
"Look at this—"
Before he could finish, his eyelids grew heavy.
His body lost strength.
He fell forward.
Lucius caught him quickly.
"Hey! Hey, what happened, boy?!"
But Trevor could no longer hear him.
He had already lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was that the Vampire Killer was still in his hand.
The second… was that he was no longer in the mansion.
He stood inside a vast throne room in an ancient castle. Red curtains draped the walls, and the room was lit by blue-flamed candles—though, strangely, the light didn't illuminate the space as it should.
And standing before him…
A man.
Tall, with neck-length blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a black shirt beneath a white vest with red details.
Trevor recognized him instantly.
Leon Belmont.
The founder of his lineage.
But he had no time to react.
Leon cracked his whip against the ground.
"Prepare yourself."
And then he charged.
Thanks to his training, Trevor managed to dodge the first strike and step back.
"What are you doing here?!"
"Prove your worth. Show me you are worthy."
Leon gave him no time for questions and continued his assault.
Trevor didn't hesitate.
If this was a fight… then he would fight.
The battle was intense.
They fought on equal footing, giving each other no room to breathe.
Trevor quickly realized that fighting with the whip alone wouldn't be enough.
So he made a decision.
He closed the distance.
Dashing forward, he twisted his hips and drove a punch straight into Leon's liver.
But Leon reacted instantly.
Taking advantage of the opening, he grabbed Trevor and slammed his head forward in a brutal headbutt.
Trevor staggered back, dazed.
Leon didn't waste a second—he attacked with the whip.
This time, Trevor couldn't fully dodge.
The strike hit him clean.
Even so, he raised his guard, remembering Mr. Hans's teachings, and charged again.
Leon prepared for another close-range exchange…
But Trevor surprised him.
Instead of using his fists, he struck with the whip.
The attack landed.
Trevor didn't give him space.
He advanced again, wrapped the whip around Leon's leg, and pulled.
Leon lost his balance and fell.
Trevor seized the opportunity.
He rushed in and unleashed a barrage of blows.
Leon raised his guard, waiting for an opening.
And he found one.
Between attacks, he countered with a powerful punch and shoved Trevor back.
He got up immediately.
And attacked again.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The whip tore through Trevor's clothes.
Even wounded, he stood firm.
He advanced once more.
He tried to repeat the same maneuver with the whip…
But Leon anticipated it.
He deflected the attack and moved to start another sequence.
Trevor stepped back, almost on instinct.
Then, in a desperate—and precise—move, he wrapped the whip around Leon's hand.
Leon couldn't react in time.
Trevor pulled with all his strength.
And in that instant, he threw a left cross straight into Leon's face.
The impact was solid.
Leon was sent flying.
The whip slipped from his hand.
And then…
Everything changed.
In the blink of an eye, Trevor was standing once again in the throne room.
Uninjured.
No pain.
His clothes intact.
Learning from before, he immediately leapt back, guard raised.
Leon stood there, arms crossed, a faint smile on his face.
"You've passed the test, Trevor. You can relax."
Trevor kept his guard up for a few more seconds.
But seeing no threat, he slowly lowered it.
"Let's talk."
Trevor nodded.
And suddenly, the scene shifted again.
Now they were inside a simple wooden cabin, seated across from each other at an old table.
Leon extended his hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Trevor. I must say… you're an excellent fighter."
Trevor, slightly awkward, shook his hand.
"Thank you… it's an honor to hear that from you."
Leon smiled faintly.
"Now… let's talk about what really matters."