This question in Dominica’s mind was something both Duke Tanner and Ben wanted to know. When they arrived, the small mountain peak was already full of dark race corpses, and more were falling off the sides because there was no more space.

The battle on the summit was still ongoing. That man’s figure shuttled back and forth—neither slowing down nor speeding up as he reaped all life around him.

The flag was still flying.

Duke Tanner said unhappily, “Why are there so many vampire survivors? When did they become such cowards?”

Dominica mocked, “There are even fewer demonkin casualties, where have they gone?”

“The last duke to die died in your race’s hands.”

Dominica smiled coldly. “You dare question Her Majesty? Looks like you want to experience the life of a glorious marquis again.”

Tanner went quiet with a fearful expression. Nighteye’s several bloody incidents had proven that provoking her was stupid, no matter who it was.

Ben cut the two of them short at this point. “Are you guys going to ignore his arrogance?”

Dominica and Tanner remained silent in...