Kathleen offered a faint smile, gazing out at the scenery beyond the car window, lost in thought about something.
Today, Lante's castle was unquestionably the liveliest it had been.
On the large lawn ahead, around a hundred tables and chairs had already been arranged.
Yet, not many people moved about under the blazing sun.
Those tables and chairs were set up for the low-rank vampires within the Blood Clan.
They would only come over at night.
During the day, it was time for the High-Rank vampires, those of Earl strength and above, to have fun.
And Lante's wedding was to proceed from day until night.
Moreover, there was a ritual within the Blood Clan that took place at midnight.
The groom would transform his human wife into a member of the Blood Clan in front of their people.
If she couldn't endure the pain, the human wife would die.
Today, they were all here to witness Prince Lante and the Princess Consort's wedding.
