Except for the elder clad in silver, the four red-robed archbishops who led the group placed their right hands over their chests in a slight gesture of return. One of the eldest among them stepped forward, smiling and said, "Prince Klinseman, you are being too serious. We have long wished to visit the historical Dracula Castle, which belongs to the oldest Dracula Clan. We finally made it here this time. Please forgive the abruptness of our visit."
Klinseman drained the cup in one sip, and violently slammed the crystal goblet down, scattering countless strands of light, embellishing the darkness around him. The Holy Light from The Church and the dark aura that filled the Dracula Castle painted a stark contrast.
