"Well done!"
Old Eugene, astride his horse, praised:
"Worthy of the 'Iron-blooded Marianne', time and hardship have not robbed you of your courage."
"Shut up!"
Mother Mary Ann did not appreciate the compliment.
She wiped the fresh blood off her hunting blade and glanced at the fallen body in front of her. She sighed, pulled out a small bottle of kerosene, poured it on the traitor's body, and ignited it chanting the name of the divine spirit.
This was the last act of kindness she could afford her old friend.
She did not know what the Vampire Lord would do to these bodies, but given the current animosity between the Blood Vulture Clan and the Circle Tower, she fully expected that they would do the unthinkable under the cover of midnight.
Yet she could no longer find reasons to blame Morphy, for after tonight, the vampire would become her lord and the protector of her faith.
