"Are you positive it's not a wild goose chase again, Curtis?"
A male voice of a thirteenth years old resonated, as the boy turned to his butler. Standing at the entrance of the villa Zaiden doubted the chances of success with a sigh.
"Yes, young master, I'm certain this time."
The tall Eurasian man addressed the young lad as he stood behind his little silhouette, while they were clad in pizza delivery boy uniforms.
"Hmm,"
Zaiden droned, although he sounded unconvinced with the answer. Since it had been four failed tries to find the royal blood vampires in the New York city.
"Let's see then."
Zaiden, the child prodigy from the USA who had invested his life and brilliant brain cells to hunt down the royal vampires.
But why?
Because his consistent hunt had a meaningful motive of robbing the heirloom from any royal family of vampires. The nature of it was unknown to him, but the rumour had been circulating that it could grant miracles.
