Alucard's gaze was piercing and simultaneously hard.
His nails were sharp and black, but well taken care of.
Curiously, though, his teeth were human-like.
No fangs protruded from his mouth, as Liam was led to believe from various stories back on Earth.
The king of vampires momentarily glanced at Liam, lingered for a few seconds, then looked back to Usan.
Liam didn't know where the feeling of dread and unease came from.
Just being around Alucard made his stomach nauseous.
And yet, everything about the man was perfect.
The appearance.
The decorum.
The manners.
The eloquence.
Not a thing was out of place.
And yet it felt so very wrong.
The situation reminded Liam of Revel, the Blood Weaving pioneer and his dear-departed teacher.
The sickly old man had a way with words.
'May your blood perforate terror into Alucard's Nexus.'
…And now, the complete opposite was happening!
