"Once the Grand Martial Arts Tournament begins, I'll introduce them to you one by one. No need to rush." Rota gently rubbed Winnie's blue hair.
"Understood, Master. It's about dinner time anyway. Would you like to try my cooking today?"
"Sure. It has been a while since I last tasted your cooking. Let's see whether your culinary skills have improved lately."
Elsewhere, outside the forest where Wilmot and Shalltear had gone their separate ways, Wilmot stepped out of a teleportation gate.
Having finished the task of distributing invitations, he now had plenty of time to deal with Shalltear's problem. Since Shalltear was an acquaintance of Lord Sikong, he had to establish a good relationship with her first.
"Hmm, Miss Shalltear should have gone into that forest. But it's such a huge forest, so finding her will be a bit troublesome."
Just as Wilmot was about to cast a detection spell, a violent sound erupted from deep within the forest. A dazzling white flash swept through the area, and then everything fell silent...
Wilmot stopped casting his detection spell as well. With such a massive commotion, there was no longer any need to use it.
"She's making quite a scene. Good grief, she's probably gotten herself into trouble again..." Wilmot sighed softly, pressed down the black top hat on his head, and sauntered into the forest.
Wilmot was not worried that Shalltear would encounter any danger. Although he did not know exactly how strong she was, she was undoubtedly among those standing at the pinnacle of the world.
There was no question that she was a vampire, but ordinary vampires would find it exceedingly difficult to attain such strength. Therefore, Wilmot guessed that Miss Shalltear was likely one of the oldest and strongest races within the vampire clan: a True Ancestor.