"Duke, the leader of the Dark Clan, Engels, is waiting for you," someone inquired.
"Let him in," the Duke nodded.
He seemed to have already made up his mind, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile as he quietly awaited Engels' arrival.
Dressed impeccably, a strapping middle-aged man entered from outside. His walk was rather unsightly, causing the high-ranking members of the Vampire Clan who valued manners to shake their heads involuntarily. A group of them pinched their noses as if they found the strong scent emanating from Engels uncomfortable.
After all, Engels' lineage included animal genetics, so it's to be expected that some animal-like habits would surface in his behavior. For the nobles, however, it was a particularly unpleasant odor.
"Duke!" Engels bowed.
"Engels, you've traveled all the way from Russia to Great Britain to find me. What important matter brings you here?" the Duke asked, looking at Engels indifferently.
