"Jin Valter…"
The High Elder said my name with a low growl, his nostrils flared and his eyes visibly shaken. It felt like he could stare daggers through me with his gaze as his Vampire fangs hung out menacingly from his mouth. Wow, this must be the first time someone was this pissed to see me…
Still, I could understand his current mental turmoil.
"Horatio surrendered? To you?"
"Why? Is it hard to believe? That your precious nephew had decided to turn on you and betray your trust?"
"... You irritating brat."
The High Elder paused for a moment, likely to regain his composure. Unlike other Vampires, especially from the Bloodborne House, the man seemed calm and collected enough to keep his head cool during discussions. Likely, it was a product of hundreds, if not thousands, of years fighting with others on the negotiating table. Lord knows how often he had to be the sane one in the room when an army of hot-blooded Vampires would suggest insolent and brash actions.
