She is not an investigator.

Seeing that Igris was almost out of breath, the vampire kindly offered a reminder.

Igris did need to slow down, especially after hearing that the next test was still a combat test.

"Combat testing, is it here too?"

"Yes, I'll put a few live prey here in a bit. You just need to catch or kill them as quickly as possible. If you're not used to fighting unarmed, I can also provide you with some weapons."

Vampires who can fight with weapons—that alone sounds terrifying enough.

Of course, this is obviously not the main point. The real main point is...

"…prey."

Living prey, Igris had almost forgotten where she was.

This is the lower city, the lair of vampires, and the answer to what their prey is is quite obvious.

“That’s right, live prey. If you can take them all out in half a minute, you can take them away.”

"..."

Do they want to kill their own kind as a symbol of their identity in this place?

Igris kills often, many times, but she can't do it when faced with this kind of situation.

She wouldn't hunt down innocent members of her own kind for something like this, and even less would she...

"Giggle."

"...?"

"Oh dear, how did I get out... Sorry, let me tidy up first."

The male vampire rushed into the arena, trying to grab the rooster that had appeared out of nowhere.

The rooster moved quickly. Facing the menacing vampire, it ran cleanly and neatly to the wall. Just when it seemed to have reached a dead end, it suddenly jumped up, flapped its wings, and flew directly into the air.

With a loud and clear crow, the rooster displayed its unique agility, outmaneuvering a vampire.

It raised its head, its fiery red comb symbolizing its indomitable spirit. Even when it was swiftly seized by the arriving vampire, its soul remained proud and upright.

"Wait, the prey you're talking about is... a rooster?"

"Yes, because we raised too many chickens, and the number of roosters far exceeded our control. They can't lay eggs like hens, so we came up with this great idea to motivate each newborn."

The male vampire shoved the rooster, who was likely to have no regrets in this life, back into the cage and looked at Igris, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"Shall we start now?"

"……Um."

"Alright... get ready, begin!"

As the male vampire's voice faded, the chicken coop was instantly opened, and the three roosters flew out like wild horses, landing in the field.

They formed a triangular formation and all looked at Igris.

At this moment, she is the challenger.

"...Could I have a weapon?"

"Of course, but only sticks."

"That's enough."

Igris slowly stepped into the arena, and under the sharp gaze of the three roosters, a stick was thrown at her.

She didn't turn around, but suddenly raised her hand and instantly grabbed the stick.

The man and the three chickens stared at each other, and even the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Giggle!"

Finally, the silence was broken by the crowing of a rooster, and Igris rushed toward the three roosters in an instant.

They didn't just sit and wait to die. The rooster at the front seemed to know that it couldn't easily avoid the attack, so it didn't try to dodge. Instead, it flapped its wings, trying to block Igris's view and buy time for its companions to escape.

But they are too naive!

Igris saw through its trick at a glance and grabbed its neck without hesitation. With a terrified clucking sound, she hurled it like a flail at another rooster that was trying to escape.

The two roosters collided head-on, scattering feathers everywhere, and both chickens fell unconscious.

Seeing that things were going badly, before the last chicken could react, a thrown stick hit it right next to it, stopping its movement.

By the time it realized it, it had already missed the best opportunity to escape and was caught by Igris without any resistance.

It raised its neck, looked at Igris, and let out its final cry.

This represents its approval, an approval of its enemy, and of its challenger, Igris.

"What a thrilling battle... It's been a long time since anyone got a perfect score."

The male vampire clapped his hands and, without hesitation, marked Igris's report card with a perfect score.

"You were born to catch chickens!"

"...Haha, thank you."

Iglesias should have been happier, but she couldn't feel happy at all listening to this praise.

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Vampires: Chapter Twenty-One, A Qualified Vampire

In the end, Igris did not take the three roosters with her, and the vampire kindly bought the three chickens and gave Igris some money.

Of course, it wasn't silver dollars, but a special type of shellfish, which was probably the currency here.

The longer Igris stayed here, the more she sensed the order and sophistication of the place, which was vastly different from the vampire lair she had imagined.

Even when she entered this place, she had already prepared herself for the streets to be littered with corpses and severed limbs everywhere.

It's fair to say that the current situation is indeed beyond Igris's expectations.

The three chickens sold for fifty coins, which is equivalent to five small seashells. Igris didn't know the prices here, so she might need to find somewhere to ask.

Of course, the most important thing was the ID card she received.

"Um……"

The document is made of a special material, much like a hard paper, but much harder and more difficult to damage.

There wasn't really anything written on it, just the date the ID was issued, her three scores, and her name.

Of course, Igris did not reveal her real name, so the name was given to her by the other party and was considered a pseudonym.

It is also known that most vampires do not have their names on their identification documents. Only those with exceptionally high academic performance, or those who have been issued identification documents for more than six months and have not exhibited any misconduct, will have their own names.

This is practically like a certificate of no criminal record; it's incomprehensible.

"Where do you plan to go next? Now, in terms of your status, you are a qualified vampire."

The administrator's voice rang out at just the right moment, reminding Igris, though it was unclear whether her reminder was well-intentioned or sarcastic.

"I don't know, let's just wander around and experience the vampire culture a little."

What nonsense is this from Igris? What kind of culture could a species that has existed for less than ten years possibly have? A stolen culture, perhaps?

However, she was soon spotted by other vampires while she was standing in a daze on the street.

Most vampires in this city have their own jobs, and those without jobs are assigned work, all so that every vampire can realize their value and live a relatively happy life, preventing any vampire from starving to death.

So naturally, it was still working hours, but Igris was standing on the street in a daze, which was certainly eye-catching enough.

However, everyone was just a little curious. After taking a look, they went back to their own business and didn't say anything more.

After all, she might just be one of those pitiful vampires who has just lost her job.

"I think I see a bar."

Ignoring the stares of the other vampires, Igris focused her attention on a building not far away.

The building shows very obvious signs of repair and renovation, but that doesn’t change the fact that it used to be a bar.

Judging from its appearance and layout, it probably still is.

"I must warn you, don't drink in places like this, and... even though you do have the identity of a vampire, do you really expect them to give you anything normal in a place like this?"

"Of course I know, but these kinds of occasions are always a good place to gather information."

Igris hadn't planned to drink here anyway, or rather, she seriously doubted whether what they were selling was even real alcohol.

Considering the eggs and chickens that have been constantly around me since I came in, I wonder if the drinks they sell inside might be something as terrifying as chicken blood.

Igris arrived at the bar's entrance, only to find a tall, all-black-clad alien vampire standing guard at the door.

The moment he saw Igris approaching, he reached out and stopped her.

"Sorry, this place is booked out."

"Rent the whole place?"

Igris peered inside. Although the vampire's large size prevented her from seeing much, the empty seats indicated that there weren't many people inside.

"Haven't you heard? Our leader will officially step down tomorrow, and a new leader will succeed him. So the two of them made an appointment today to have drinks and a party together at the bar."

He just said it out loud?

Igris didn't even ask, and he just revealed such important information like that?

"...Is that so? Then I won't bother you any longer."

Igris felt that these vampires didn't seem to be very smart.

"Wait a moment."

"?"

Just as Igris was about to turn and leave, she heard someone call her name.

The sound came from behind the big guy, inside the bar.

"Guests are welcome. Come in, it'll be a bit more lively with more people."

"Roger that!"

The seemingly dim-witted burly man instantly stepped aside, finally exposing the figure behind him to Igris.

A humanoid vampire, who looks very mature and is dressed in formal clothes, which fits Igris's first impression of most nobles.