"Which task do you have for me, your Majesty?" I ask with keen eyes, noticing Old man Duke's strange expression.
"Well let me start from here. The Dhampirs sent a message to me," Old man Duke says with a sigh, glancing at Zamira as if hesitating to say something.
"Immediately after the tournament was over, I received a message—a rather bothersome one. The Dhampirs are requesting a marriage between the heirs of our two races. They believe it will bring peace if our heirs marry each other," Old man Duke explains.
Hearing his words, I slowly take it in, weighing the weight of his words. Zamira on the other hand, looks very angry, veins popping on her forehead.
"Those bastards... They are probably afraid now that the vampires are having extremely talented and powerful individuals!" Zamira voices out.
