‘Mungard…’

It was a city with vampires, and not just any vampires either. Perhaps Eugene would discover other Origins in Mungard. The city aroused his curiosity since Eugene only knew two other vampires—Galfredik and Delmondo.

‘I might find myself new enemies, or perhaps new friends. Of course, the former is more likely.’

Other vampires wouldn’t act favorably toward him just because they were of the same race. Such naïve thoughts were only befitting fairy tales written for children. Even human nobles and lords waged war against each other and shed blood for a handful of land, so would members of the Dark Clan, who were rumored to be crafty, show unconditional love toward their own?

Even Delmondo referred to his own ‘territory’ when he first encountered Eugene. It went without saying that it would be similar to others who would have accumulated territory and power in one city over long years.

‘Then…’

“Is there a need for us to sneak in like bandits? Why can’t we go around and experience Brantia’s situation first-hand?” Eugene said.

“Well, that’s one way to go about it. Do you have any other plans?” Lanslo asked.

“Mungard. What if we stride in with confidence and take it over?” Eugene asked him instead.

“What?”

Everyone, including Lanslo, expressed disbelief at Eugene’s words.

“Kwuuuu… Kiek?!” Mirian’s sweet slumber was disturbed as Eugene’s hand abruptly intruded into the pocket. Although it was originally Eugene’s money pouch, it had been doubling as Mirian’s bed for a while.

Eugene continued after taking something out...