Days had passed in the Ross estate like usual. It revolved around me having to spend at least a tea with Yves, pitying the maids who were beaten by the Marchioness's increasing mood swings, pampering Tani to my heart's content, and having Augustus ask me when I would drink his precious blood.
Apparently, vampires could smell and distinguish whose blood was shed. So, I was still meticulously planning my diet plan. While doing so, I also tried to recover Marsella's memories. Although there was a possibility that a vampire's ability erased a part of her memory, it won't hurt to try. It made me a bit busy, in a way, and the days felt faster since I was doing and thinking of a lot of things.
But today was different because... it was the day I would visit the imperial palace for the first time in this lifetime to have an audience with the emperor and the empress. The place where I, Vera, died.
