Night 11: Bloody Potluck-Glory (2)

　　Evina panicked. At the moment, the high frequency of her heart's contractions made it difficult for her to breathe.

　　"Lift your face." The man's tone had been visibly bored.

　　Evina half raised her head with difficulty, she looked into Niditra's eyes, received no indication, and then silently lowered it again.

　　Seeing the obvious cowardice under Evina. A woman standing in the corner suddenly rushed out of the group.

　　"Do you really think we'll be stupid enough to believe it when you say you have unlimited magical power? Say! Where do you come from? What race are you? What is your purpose in using the aged Niditra to approach the king?!"

　　The vampires in the hall were in an uproar at the end of the one-breath reprimand.

　　And only the calm Nidhitra noticed the end.

　　That vampire, her eyes were only a lowly hazel color. Therefore, she would never dare to yell at herself, and the reason why she was targeting Yvonne exclusively was precisely the usual ploy of Pujeo.

　　Not only did it blow their minds, but it also hinted to all the vampires present that - Evina's identity would not be recognized so simply.

　　Evina reeled back, and when she hadn't reacted, a handful of her long black hair was yanked back viciously by the woman's death grip.

　　"Impostor, lowly breed!"

　　Black hair ruffled across her cheeks, the first time she'd raised her face since the beginning, but in such a wretched state.

　　What features and complexion invite envy. This petite young girl in front of her, her delicate profile, her flushed cheeks, her figure that is not at all different from the fleshiness of ordinary vampires, and, also, there are her eyes ... that she intends to dodge away from black! Surprisingly, they are black!

　　No, it wouldn't. Niditra, even as confused as she was, would never use a stupid human to make a comeback. She knew that it was just a dead end.

　　"Stand down, Mega." The blonde man's hand flicked up, allowing Evina's aching scalp to ease slightly.

　　"How can you treat our guest like this? Even if she is going to die, but for the sake of this origin of being the same vampire, you shouldn't do this."

　　Pujo's grace was impeccable, and his mood was as immensely relaxed as the tone of his voice.

　　Is it over like this? He originally thought that this gathering would rightfully start killing ... is that he overestimated Niditra s power. Find a foreign vampire, really can bluff? Joke ah.

　　"I... I survived the disaster in Seigi and came all the way here to join the only family I have left - Aunt Perd." Watching the blonde man on the verge of being seated and seated, Yvonne panicked and blurted out the 'lines' she had long ago memorized.

　　No, she didn't want to be executed.

　　Pujo's half-bent body slowly straightened. His arm was propped up on the dining table, and he raised his eyebrows in rich amusement.

　　"Oh? Then you might as well tell us what catastrophe happened to Serge?"

　　Evina was speechless, she could hear the disdain in the man's mouth. This was a deliberate attempt to make things difficult. But she couldn't even answer, let alone fight back.

　　Eyes gathered on her again. However, her mind was blank. Before her eyes, the woman called 'Megha' smiled with a contemptuous slant of her mouth, and everyone seemed to be watching nothing but a farce. And she, a pathetic clown.

　　The hands on either side of her gripped the thick fabric tightly, unconsciously, and slowly pulled the gown down. Yvonne clutched the hem of her dress, and she lost even the courage to lie.

　　However, a strange white light spilled from between Evina's velvet-red collar in the dim light.

　　How long had it been quiet? All she could hear was the vibration of her heartbeat.

　　Slowly, Pujeo lowered that lofty head, his left hand gentlemanly behind his back, so heartfelt ...

　　"Welcome ... you, honorable Gra. Ms. Visata. Your nobility is beyond reproach; we are flattered by your long journey."