In the private box of the Nosferatu family, there were several noble clans invited to meet with the next head of the clan. Because they dabbled in necromancy and darker magic, the blood of the Nosferatu remained extremely poor.
However, it became corrupted over the years and caused physical transformations, leading to early hair loss and facial morphing in replacement for their extremely high magic power and blood strength.
"Your Majesty, the Faust family is at your service."
A familiar face knelt in front of the figure shrouded in darkness. It was Alistair Faust, the man who would duel Nikolai in just over a week.
"Oh? The Faust family, were you not trying to butter up the Tepes clan's princess, but she chose a filthy dog for her mate? I am sure I saw them a moment ago... Hahaha!" A dark-haired male with an elegant ponytail muttered from beside the Nosferatu heir.
