(Several Moments before)
Carmilla stood on the stage with a blank look. She wore a beautiful white dress filled with blue butterflies. Lucian once claimed she looked nice in something similar, so she chose this to wear.
'I wonder if I can win…'
The enemy she would fight this time was also a vampire count. She watched him silently from the other side of the arena. Her eyes glanced over at him and moved towards Lucian's stage.
A smile came to her face as she watched him fight.
'Hehe, what is that? It's so different and more fierce than I imagined.'
His name was Mikel Bavvel.
He stood wearing a black noble attire, his face was strangely pale, looking sick. She didn't want to see this creep. His eyes always looked at her like a piece of meat.
"It's a pleasure to meet with you this way. My lady Carmilla."
Mikel gave a bow towards her, trying to impress her with his grace. However, she was too busy watching Lucian beat his opponent with his bare hands.