A Clash Across Space

The fang and that strange mass of blood shared the same origin.

Amosta still remembered that when Verolence had sold him this fang, he had mentioned that it had belonged to a powerful Vampire from the fifteenth century.

In that era, The Vatican still held considerable influence in the world of supernatural power, and Vampires were unquestionably among the foremost heretics they sought to deal with. They had sealed away a Vampire, and the fang it left behind had passed through many hands before entering the wizarding world. Meanwhile, its original body, protected by its descendants, had endured centuries of wandering before arriving in the United States?

A bank of clouds drifted over, obscuring the newborn sun's radiance, and Amosta's bedroom dimmed with it.

Amosta rested his clasped hands beneath his chin, a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

From that mass of blood, Amosta had roughly guessed why those Vampires had been hunting highly dangerous magical creatures. They had set their sights on the blood of creatures that contained dense concentrations of magic. Compared with magical creatures, hunting wizards was simply too conspicuous.

Since the Vampires and Sato Ryuhei had already fallen into the hands of the Ministry of Magic Congress, those professionals would surely uncover what the Vampires were planning. Even if they truly intended to revive some dangerous creature, their plot would be foiled as a result.

Still, a faint unease lingered in Amosta's heart, preventing him from fully putting it aside despite having no intention of meddling.

The rising sun struggled through the clouds, and several pale green rays happened to shine through a gap in the cloud cover onto the crescent-shaped fang.

After a moment's hesitation, Amosta's gaze settled once more. Whatever had gone wrong, this fang was at least worth investigating.

His fingers twitched,