Why don't you make Honnouji Academy into your personal kingdom? You could have your own army, Claire!
Yet another question of this caliber… These greyfaces really were an unsurprising lot, weren’t they? Nevertheless, Claire’s eerie calmness never faded, even though she was given this moronic question. Her hand was raised, rubbing at the bridge of her nose before she answered.
“I could, but I won’t. I’d be no better than those of my kin that think they can easily make their own kingdom in lieu of my Master’s own without any kind of ramification. Despite popular belief, imitation is not the sincerest form of flattery. I’d not only mock my Master, but I’d sully him, his wisdom and the amount of trust that he’s put in me to not recreate his history. Furthermore, I’ve no need for a kingdom as I am happy being a stalwart knight of humanity," she answered, tone devoid of any emotion except the calmness in her voice. Carmine hues slid closed as she reclined in her chair, hands resting on her lap.
“Not only that, but I would be essentially backhanding Mademoiselle Kiryuin and her kindness to allow me admittance on her grounds. Besides, consuming another’s blood isn’t as cracked up as it seems to be." There was knowing someone’s past, their present and their desires—far too intrusive to the Draculina. Knowing that much about someone without them telling her about it felt too invasive and she was happy to subside primarily on medicinal blood.
“That, my dear greyface, is precisely why I will not make Honnouji Academy my kingdom, nor my own soldiers. Any further queries of this nature will be promptly ignored. Are we understood?” The Nosferatu allowed a smile to grace her countenance, filled with her fangs. "Good."
