It wasn’t as though Nighteye didn’t react to the name, but the result was rather unexpected for the duke. She asked him rather calmly, “Does that name have anything to do with me?”

“How could it not…” The duke looked alarmed after blurting out those words, knowing that he had committed a mistake.

Nighteye glanced at him. “Do you think you can ignore my rules just because you’re a duke?”

The duke’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat. He fell onto one knee and lowered his head. “I was simply too anxious, please forgive me!”

Seeing his humble posture, the chill on Nighteye’s countenance relaxed somewhat. “How’s Larga? Not dead yet?”

The duke was stunned. He knew that the vampires never liked the demonkin, but such ominous words weren’t exactly appropriate.

However, Nighteye’s status was extremely high—not only because she had racked up great accomplishments, but also because her methods were ruthless. There was once a disrespectful vice-duke whose four limbs were cut off. Since then, no one dared to challenge her authority.

Since Nighteye had asked, then a reply had to be made. “Larga’s...