Smack!
Like some unlucky bastard impaled on Shiva's trident in Indian mythology.
Another vampire struggled madly but could not break free as the boy hoisted him up and viciously drove his body onto a wooden spike.
Bang!
Another vampire exploded into a cloud of ash that drifted down onto the marble floor.
By now, ashes had already been scattered throughout the entire hall.
"Y-you demon!"
Eileen stared in despair at Jino, who had just killed another person yet still wore a smile. He looked like a murderer from a horror movie, possessed of terrifying composure. Killing a person—or a humanoid creature—seemed to place no burden on his conscience whatsoever.
"A demon?"
Jino pulled out the table leg he had used to kill the vampire.
In Western mythology, wooden stakes and crosses were weapons effective against vampires.
But Jino figured that no matter what kind of creature it was, it would die if a wooden stake pierced its heart.
Still, that had nothing to do with him. As Jino toyed with the stake, he refuted Eileen, "I don't drink blood, and I don't turn people into inhuman monsters."
"If anyone looks more like a demon, it's filthy, stinking rats like you, hiding in dark corners."
The boy walked over to the woman, crouched down, and lightly tapped Eileen's cheek with the wooden stake.
With a smile, he asked, "Tell me. Who turned you into a vampire?"
Faced with the boy's overwhelming presence and the stake in his hand, still stained with the ashes of her companions, Eileen, the leader of the Vampire Sisterhood, began trembling uncontrollably.
"I-I don't know!"
Biting her lip in terror, she explained, "If... if I say that person's name, I'll break my oath and be burned to death by the contract fire hidden in my blood!"
Hearing