The diminutive Werewolf had probably suffered too many setbacks today, and the shock of having a "Werewolf" junior who insisted on becoming close friends with Vampires no matter what had overwhelmed him. So, at this moment, he poured out every complaint in his stomach all at once. Hao Ren listened in stunned silence, and in the end could only summarize with one sentence: "...Your Chinese is pretty good."
Casa Eben coldly watched his companion make a complete fool of himself. Only then did he snort. "Enough, Ewan. Isn't being defeated by a Vampire embarrassing enough?"
So the diminutive Werewolf's name was Ewan. He sighed and glanced at Casa Eben, then turned his gaze to Vivian. "I admit defeat. Kill me or do whatever you want. Werewolves don't negotiate with Vampires, but I want to know who you really are. The combined strength of the two of us has rarely met an equal among our kind, yet you defeated us alone. This is really humiliating."
Hao Ren really wanted to go over and smack him: Are you even telling the truth?! What did he mean, Vivian had defeated them alone? Hao Ren had contributed too, all right? Granted, he had only thrown one punch, and it had landed on a poor fellow who was already at death's door...
"Countess who summons the Red Moon—that's the one standing before you," Casa Eben said with a cough, his tone sounding slightly gritted. "She isn't as powerful as the records claim, but as expected, we still couldn't beat her..."
"That weird Countess?!" Ewan immediately jumped up from the ground, no longer displaying the calm, devil-may-care attitude from before. He stared at Vivian in disbelief. "One of the oldest Vampires... You're still alive?!"
"Why does everyone want me dead?" Vivian frowned. "And exactly how did