Chapter 1 · I Became the Vampire Clan's Garlic Queen

Chapter 1

I transmigrated into the Nightsong family's one and only good-for-nothing daughter, in the family that led the thirteen vampire clans.

I'd puke at the sight of blood, and the only thing I awakened at my coming-of-age ceremony was a talent for cooking with garlic.

After being locked up for being a disgrace, I secretly fried chicken in the abandoned kitchen.

The mouthwatering aroma actually woke up the vampire elder who'd been asleep for two centuries.

The vampire elder followed the irresistible scent of fried chicken through the entire castle and ended up at the doorway of my run-down, abandoned kitchen. "Give me a piece," he said.

The very next night, the oldest council of elders from all thirteen vampire clans were squatting in my courtyard, tearing into chicken drumsticks.

That night, my father sent me a formal letter. [Daughter, the future of our family depends on you now.]

*****

I transmigrated into the Nightsong family's one and only good-for-nothing daughter, in the family that leads the thirteen vampire clans.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Jamie Nightsong, the vice chairman of the Thirteen Vampire Clans Alliance, standing right in front of me, his face as dark as a thundercloud.

He said coldly, "You're two hundred years old, and you can't even drink a single cup of blood. You've brought shame to the Nightsong family's three-thousand-year legacy."

I was on my knees, my stomach churning like a storm at sea.

The maid had just forced a mouthful of virgin blood down my throat, and I immediately puked it all over my father's boots.

My three brothers, the vice captain of the Knights, the chief mage, and the head of the Night Chamber of Commerce, all took a step back in perfect unison.

"Lock her in the basement," my father said coldly, then turned and walked away.

My eldest brother walked right past me without even looking. My second brother pushed up his glasses and sighed.

My third brother, the most ruthless of all, crouched down next to me and muttered in my ear, "Can't you show a little backbone? Just pretend for once, would it kill you?"

I didn't say a word.

Honestly, I was still totally lost about what was going on.

In my previous life, I was the head chef at a barbecue joint.

I'd just won the championship at the Fourth National BBQ Championship. At the victory party, I choked to death on a skewer of lamb.

Then, I woke up here.

I was Audrey Nightsong. The original owner of this body was the Nightsong family's only Omega, not the ABO kind, but the vampire kind, which was basically the lowest rank and a total loser.

She'd been alive for two hundred years, and besides not being able to drink blood, she had one jaw-dropping skill, which was garlic-flavored baking.

Garlic.

Vampires.

In the history of vampires, no one had ever dared to try to put those two together.

I got tossed into the basement, curled up in the corner, shaking like a leaf for what felt like forever.

Chapter 1

I transmigrated into the Nightsong family's one and only good-for-nothing daughter, in the family that led the thirteen vampire clans.

I'd puke at the sight of blood, and the only thing I awakened at my coming-of-age ceremony was a talent for cooking with garlic.

After being locked up for being a disgrace, I secretly fried chicken in the abandoned kitchen.

The mouthwatering aroma actually woke up the vampire elder who'd been asleep for two centuries.

The vampire elder followed the irresistible scent of fried chicken through the entire castle and ended up at the doorway of my run-down, abandoned kitchen. "Give me a piece," he said.

The very next night, the oldest council of elders from all thirteen vampire clans were squatting in my courtyard, tearing into chicken drumsticks.

That night, my father sent me a formal letter. [Daughter, the future of our family depends on you now.]

*****

I transmigrated into the Nightsong family's one and only good-for-nothing daughter, in the family that leads the thirteen vampire clans.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Jamie Nightsong, the vice chairman of the Thirteen Vampire Clans Alliance, standing right in front of me, his face as dark as a thundercloud.

He said coldly, "You're two hundred years old, and you can't even drink a single cup of blood. You've brought shame to the Nightsong family's three-thousand-year legacy."

I was on my knees, my stomach churning like a storm at sea.

The maid had just forced a mouthful of virgin blood down my throat, and I immediately puked it all over my father's boots.

My three brothers, the vice captain of the Knights, the chief mage, and the head of the Night Chamber of Commerce, all took a step back in perfect unison.

"Lock her in the basement," my father said coldly, then turned and walked away.

My eldest brother walked right past me without even looking. My second brother pushed up his glasses and sighed.

My third brother, the most ruthless of all, crouched down next to me and muttered in my ear, "Can't you show a little backbone? Just pretend for once, would it kill you?"

I didn't say a word.

Honestly, I was still totally lost about what was going on.

In my previous life, I was the head chef at a barbecue joint.

I'd just won the championship at the Fourth National BBQ Championship. At the victory party, I choked to death on a skewer of lamb.

Then, I woke up here.

I was Audrey Nightsong. The original owner of this body was the Nightsong family's only Omega, not the ABO kind, but the vampire kind, which was basically the lowest rank and a total loser.

She'd been alive for two hundred years, and besides not being able to drink blood, she had one jaw-dropping skill, which was garlic-flavored baking.

Garlic.

Vampires.

In the history of vampires, no one had ever dared to try to put those two together.

I got tossed into the basement, curled up in the corner, shaking like a leaf for what felt like forever.