“What are you plotting, peasant…?” Andrei said, as his blood-red eyes glared down at Leon, who looked as if he were watching some incomprehensible creature.0

The gap in power between the two was as clear as day. His vampiric transformation, fueled by the morian, was a perfect success. Hundreds of lives’ worth of stolen vitality gathered within him seemed almost endless.0

It was a strength on par with the Vampire Lords who’d vanished three centuries ago. Even if two Holy Iron Inquisitors armed with silver and sacred spells stood here, the gap would still be too wide. Affinity was a valid concept only when the difference in scale was somewhat comparable.0

And now Leon was sending away two powerful vampires and an A-rank adventurer, making their odds even worse. That made Andrei come to just one conclusion.0

Guessing Leon’s intent, Andrei’s smile curled into something vile.0

“I see. So you mean to let your woman run while you stand and die? Pointless. All of Rubena is already in the palm of my hand. No matter what tricks you try, no one can cross this city’s borders, nor slip past my gaze. Your foolish choice only erased what little hope you had left.”0

Leon said nothing, and seeing that, Andrei continued with a sly grin.0

“Heh, what’s wrong? Regret it now? Lifting your...0