Hearing Isabella's response, Kael's eyes widened in shock; he was seldom met with such defeat.
How could this be, with my innate charm and the formidable power of a vampire prince, to be met with indifference by a mere mortal!?
After a moment of thought, he turned around, attempting to use a simple blood magic to let blood seep from his fingertips, only to discover that nothing happened.
Magic power... it can't flow.
He found the reason.
The magic was being suppressed. This prison seemed to have devices at the entrance, including the reception area, that could seal off magic power.
So that's it... it's not a problem with me, Kael thought, sighing in relief.
Isabella sat at the window, watching this jumpy vampire prince with a frown on her face.
What's wrong with this guy?
Kael turned his face again, "Then, may I inquire about seeing your leader here?"
"Are you thinking... of asking the warden for a favor through the back door?"
