The bright sunshine streamed through the window, illuminating the standing Colin and the kneeling Queen Isa.
From a distance, it looked like a pilgrimage oil painting.
Queen Isa slightly raised her head, looking up at the man who had just granted her rebirth.
Her heart was filled with reverence and admiration.
Though she had never heard of the divine name "Blood Angel Dracula", she believed Colin's words without any doubt.
After all, he was the one who had just brought her back from the abyss of death. Who else could possess such power, if not an angelic envoy, a chosen one of the Lord?
And the oppressive force emanating from Colin's bloodline was mistaken by Queen Isa for the sacred aura of a chosen one.
"...So, Isa Miller, are you willing to become my kin and contribute your strength to the mysterious mission of the Blood Angel?"
"I am willing!" Queen Isa answered with a face of devoutness.
