The Throne of Blood’s pupils constricted. “Azure King!”

To the younger generation, or even those in their middle ages, this name was somewhat of a hazy memory. After all, the Azure King was just a legend who showed up even more seldom than the Queen of the Night.

The Throne of Blood could barely count as a middle-aged vampire. Considering his status and strength, he knew quite a bit about the vampire race’s history. His expression transformed time and again as he saw the dripping green blood. In the end, he gazed deeply into Nighteye’s pupils and left without a single word.

His departure was decisive and direct—even though he held the Shattered Moment, even though the neutral lands was his home ground.

The Azure King and Nighteye had no intention of stopping him, either.

It seemed as though Nighteye was the only one the Azure King cared about. He paid no heed to the bleeding wound on his hand and merely looked at her with a smile.

Nighteye watched as the Throne of Blood disappeared entirely before the frostiness in her eyes dispersed a bit. “You guys actually tolerated him for so...