The storm raged fiercely around the ancient castle of Epiacs throughout the night.0

The relentless snowstorm outside did not cease, but the walls of Epiacs, which was suspiciously well-maintained, did not let in any drafts.0

Of course, that did not mean that the interior of the castle was warm. It became even colder and more chilling at night.0

However, the true masters of this place were not bothered by such cold.0

That night, in Epiacs… 0

The elf vampire Lruien and the orc vampire Galarsh sat facing each other in the conference room.0

“Lucinil will cooperate, right?”0

“Yes, she has always felt guilty towards Eleris for not being able to join the Great War.”0

“Hmm. Lucinil aside…” Lruien furrowed her brows as she looked towards the corridor. “I can’t understand what Antirianus is thinking.”0

Lruien’s long ears drooped down. The Vampire Council was not convened often, but they had existed for a very long time.0

Although they did not see each other frequently, they had had such meetings for a very long time, except for Antirianus, who had relatively recently risen to the position of head.0

Galarsh recognized Lruien’s ears meant that she was feeling worried or upset.0

“He’s an inscrutable fellow. The circumstances around him being elevated to head of his family are also suspicious.”0

At Galarsh’s words, Lruien’s ears perked up. “So, you were thinking that too.”0

“Weren’t you thinking along the same lines?”0

“Well, I’ve heard that Antirianus acts in many incomprehensible ways, but I can’t be certain…” Lrurien replied hesitantly, and Galarsh nodded.0

“Is that so? As for me, I am certain.”0

Galarsh’s red eyes bore into Lrurien’s. “I’m sure he killed the previous...0