"Kghkk..."

"Lord Olga?!"

Davey paid no attention to the startled and terrified cries of the vampires surrounding him. He leaped down from the back of the man who stood over 80 centimeters taller than him.

"Should I make myself taller? This form feels a bit outdated."

—A height of 180 centimeters is not that short, Davey.

“I was just saying.”

Thud!!!

The vampires' already pale faces turned even paler when they witnessed how effortlessly Davey took the life of their Grand Duke without them being able to react.

"How? We didn't even sense..." one of the vampires stammered, their disbelief evident in their voice.

"You called me a monster? Well, in my eyes, you guys are the real monsters," Davey retorted with a jesting tone, emphasizing their fangs with his finger, which only served to worsen their already unpleasant expressions.

Poof!!!

But before the vampire could finish speaking, Davey had already passed them, his tone indifferent as he said, "Make sure to run as fast as you can and jump as high as you can."

Time was the most crucial factor in Davey's plan. If he failed to meet the deadline, his entire strategy would be twisted and shattered. That's why he was taking his biggest gamble here.

"Rinne, follow the manual closely," Davey mumbled briefly, attempting to take a step forward. However, he suddenly noticed a string of bright red blood under his feet, hindering his movement.

"Heok... Kghhk! How dare...