In the study where the walls had collapsed, the pale light couldn't harm the Spiritual Body and naturally couldn't bring the living any warmth either. In that light, the Count and Countess Secomel had completely shed their living aura and appeared before their only daughter in another form.
Such an unfamiliar form shattered the expectations in Countess Ellen's heart.
She felt a profound sorrow and was close to tearing up, but the nature of a vampire, which forbids the shedding of tears, allowed her to maintain the last bit of dignity as a Lord. However, Little Sheron wasn't someone to be crushed by the sway of emotions, so after a brief silence and under the watchful protection of the Valande Knight with his sword drawn, she raised her head and asked:
"You never used to talk like this, so either death has changed you, or those bastards who turned you into this have filled you with some terrible crap. Although the city is already seething, we should still have a bit of time.
