“They would have sent a high lord like my humble self. There’s no questioning it.”

Christian returned after the first day of the knight competition after having completed Eugene’s orders. He spoke with certainty. As was the case with almost all the vampires Eugene had met so far, Christian’s loyalty toward Eugene was greater than his devotion to his clan. Even Christian himself could not fully understand it, but it seemed to be caused by a mystery imprinted on the blood and memories of the vampire species.

“I thought that would be the case. The Crown Prince would not have sent just any random dog to kidnap my wizard,” Eugene responded. Although Prince Voltaire had reassured him of Romari’s return, Eugene hadn’t simply taken his words for granted. Rather, he made preparations of his own. Voltaire had promised on his name as the Crown Prince of the Roman Empire, but preparing for contingencies wouldn’t hurt.

“I can’t help but wonder if Markus of Mungard will be sufficient to receive the wizard… Ah! Please forgive me. I’m not questioning your decision by any means, my lord.” Christian hurriedly bowed while giving his report on one knee.

“Well, it’s fine. Markus might seem lacking in your eyes,” Eugene remarked.

“My humble self is in complete awe of your generosity, oh supreme one,” Christian...