"Oh shit..."
The moment the elder finished speaking, Vladimir lunged at him, trying to strangle the man for spouting such nonsense. But before Mike could even intervene, Dracula easily stopped Vladimir.
"Oh?" Dracula's lips curled into a cold smile. "Go on, tell us more."
Hearing that there was juicy gossip, even Master Fool had come over to listen.
"I... I..." The elder, now the center of attention, trembled all over, feeling incredibly guilty. It wasn't Vladimir he feared—after all, what was there to fear from a mere boy toy of the Blood Ancestor? No, what he feared was the Blood Ancestor herself!
"I swear by the Blood Ancestor, you will not be punished," Dracula said, recognizing the elder's hesitation. He pulled out a crest from the River of Blood and wrote a decree on the spot. Stamping it with the blood crest, the decree took effect immediately.
Mike: ???
*I underestimated Dracula!*
