Night 12: The Humble Nature of Man

　　"Welcome, honorable Guerra. Miss Visata. Your nobility is beyond reproach; we are flattered by your long journey."

　　The blonde man's attitude was as humble as a servant's.

　　This is a big joke in the sky. The whole room gasped in shock.

　　Is Count Poujeaux, of such noble lineage, lowering himself to pander to the foreigner? Or is he ridiculing this lowly maiden? It is a matter of speculation. ...

　　And the only calm one, with an unmoving face, was Niditra, who stood guard over Evina's voice without a word. The dramatic turn of events did not seem to add a single ripple to her expression.

　　Pujo walked slowly towards the stunned young girl in front of him. His attitude was humble and he nodded slightly.

　　"If the recklessness of the party displeases you, I would frankly confess my guilt to you in front of all my kinsmen ..."

　　"Count Pujeo, if your good intentions are only to keep us standing here for a long time, I'm sure Gra must be very displeased." Perd. Niditra's tone was tactful, but clearly had the snobbishness and arrogance of a victor compared to a moment ago.

　　In her hand, was an ace.

　　Pujo smoothed his blonde hair and walked straight toward the long table. As the many vampires watched in amazement, he gently lifted the cushioned chair closest to the main seat and gestured for Evina to sit.

　　Evina was too stunned to move her hands, but soon, her hand was once again held by Nidhitra's, and she stepped forward half-stiffly.

　　Pujeo elegantly arranged for Evina to be seated. Subsequently, the crowd of vampires present instinctively took their seats according to their status.

　　Pujeo sat comfortably on the right side of the main seat. At the moment, he was facing this side with Evina. Looking at the uneasy young girl in front of him, he was in deep thought.

　　If it hadn't been for it, he would never have admitted that the coy young girl in front of him was a witch with deep pockets.

　　She is a vampire ah ... But, the neck is clearly carrying that holy thing - the tears of angels. This necklace didn't belong to this evil and fallen kingdom at all. And could she, could she cast witchcraft to completely seal the spirit of this holy relic?

　　Such mana is unimaginable. This is undoubtedly challenging God's authority ...

　　But ... what if she's not a vampire?

　　Black eyes and hair, not angelic looking, or, is she human?

　　Pujo came to his senses just in time, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself for his ridiculous thoughts.

　　And just across a long, dark gray table, Yvonne's constriction was obvious - her upper body was stiff as a bandaged mummy, and her dainty buttocks took up a mere third of the seat on the wide, goose-down seat, with no comfort whatsoever.

　　Gathering her courage, she lifted her eyes, only to find Urajio staring at her lost in thought. She immediately avoided it, her eyes unable to stop glancing at the emptiness of the main seat.

　　This man, is he the supreme ruler of this place?

　　Is it possible to plead with him and get yourself out of here and end the nightmare?

　　But he's slow to show up ...

　　A wave of disappointment raced through her, and Evina didn't notice in the slightest that the waiters had respectfully presented the dinner.

　　When she came back to her senses, as was customary, she thanked the waiter at her side.

　　"Thank you ... I'll do it myself."

　　This statement, however, drew astonished stares from the entire room.