Sigmund stopped sucking his Master's blood and murmured, "We have enemies, and there are more than ten of them."
"Can we handle them?" Ivory worriedly asked as they stood up. Realizing what these people might have been up to, she looked at her Servant, "The relic… They must be after the relic!"
"You brought your broken weapon, right?" He looked back at her and reached for the cloak to cover her exposed skin.
"Of course," Ivory then placed her hands at her side. Her magic staff, which was sliced into two, had been attached to her cloth belt all along. She took them and held them firmly in her hands.
"Good. Don't let go of that."
"But Sigmund, how-."
Seeing that the silhouettes had moved, the Vampire carried his Master in his arms. "Let's head to the relic room first!"
Holding his Master tightly, Sigmund dashed inside the house, and using more mana, he fused it with the wind to push his body forward and make him run faster.
