“That can’t be.”

Eugene smirked. The progenitor of the Blood Shadow School had perished long ago. Moreover, the wizards of the Blood Shadow School were only favorable to vampires because the founder of their school was a vampire. They had nothing to do with any particular clan.

Eugene quickly organized his thoughts before speaking to Christian, who was still prostrating on the ground, “Do you remember what I said earlier?”

“What do you mean?” Christin asked.

“I take precedence over all wills,” Eugene repeated.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Christian suddenly bashed his forehead against the floor before shouting, “The supreme one is the lord of the tribe! You stand above all practices and laws of the Tribe of the Night!”

“Even above the clan?” Eugene asked.

“That’s right,” Christian answered without hesitation. He was certain. It no longer held any meaning for him to get nitty gritty about clans and all formalities since he had already seen a vampire like Eugene. The existence in front of him was the absolute king of the clan, and Christian knew instinctively from the imprint on his soul and blood.

Eugene spoke, “Then, from now on, you will serve me.”

“It is an honor!” Christian shouted while shuddering with excitement.

The one he called father—the one responsible for transforming him into a vampire.

The Helmond Clan—a powerful clan with hundreds of members.

Such things were meaningless in front of this man, the king of blood and the supreme...