Galfredik had grown bigger and bulkier since their last meeting. Apparently, he had hired mercenaries to subjugate evil lands in the Archivold marquisate and the Beogalan barony. His transformation had come about after he drank the blood of the intermediate-rank monsters he killed in the evil lands.

‘He should be about as strong as I was just after the subjugation of the Tywin family’s dungeon.’

Galfredik was Eugene’s vassal, and as such, Eugene could immediately grasp Galfredik’s level as a vampire. In addition, Galfredik was originally an incredibly skilled knight. Since he was always training and gaining experience, he would naturally become stronger over time.

“Brantia?” Galfredik asked.

“Yes. Things turned out that way. We will be departing soon, so keep that in mind,” Eugene responded.

“If that’s what Master says, then, of course, I will follow you. But what’s going on all of a sudden?” Galfredik asked.

“Well…” Eugene began to explain what had happened with Count Winslon. Eugene thought of Galfredik as one of the only people he could share everything with.

“Hooh! The Duke of Batla?” Galfredik exclaimed.

“Do you know about it as well?” Eugene asked. 

Galfredik responded with a wide grin. “No. It’s the first time I’m hearing about it.”

“…Then why are you pretending that you know about it?” Eugene asked.

“Haha! It’s a duke, right? A duke is part of royalty, which means that they have the right to challenge the throne. In other words, if you do well, you could even become the king of Brantia, Master,” Galfredik responded.

“I’m not interested in that,” Eugene refused.

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