“I apologize! I committed an unforgivable crime! I have nothing to say even if you drive a silver stake through my heart! Please forgive this pathetic vampire for not recognizing an Origin!” Delmondo kowtowed and repeatedly slapped himself. However, Eugene’s gaze remained cold.

“Kieeeeeek! How dare you presumptuously place yourself on the same level as Sir Eugene! Don’t even think for a moment that all the members of the Night’s Tribe are the same! What a rude, impudent asshole! It doesn’t matter if he’s a vampire, people like him need to be taught a lesson! They need to be decimated!” Mirian started rampaging once again. Her anxious expression was nowhere to be seen.

“You bastard! Sir Eugene is destined to become the ultimate, greatest, most powerful demon king in the… Kiek!?”

Eugene forced Mirian into his leather pocket for the first time in a while, then finally spoke. “I guess that’s how you treat a fellow vampire? No, rather, is that how the Noferos operates?”

Eugene sneakily brought up what was presumed to be Delmondo’s family. 

The vampire responded with a pale expression. “N-not at all! Never! I was foolish enough to make such a mistake. Please, you can do as you wish with me! Please be satisfied with punishing this insolent fool.”

Delmondo even went as far as to bang his head against the ground.

‘It’s just as Romari said. Vampires seem to value their families quite a bit.’

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