Bazby had heard the word "traitor" from her mouth more than once... but he did not attack the vampire hunter right away.
What he had swallowed was Marquis Guda's life's essence, the power of the highest-ranking vampire in the clan... Even if he could adapt to the concentrated essence blood of a High-ranking Noble, his bodily functions still needed a moment to adjust.
Of course, that moment would not be long.
"Seems like... you've been calling me a traitor this whole time." Bazby said calmly, "But in fact, I don't even have the slightest impression of who you are... So what exactly are you basing this on?"
"You've forgotten already?" Meila sneered. "It's only been ten years since we last met, and you've already forgotten me... forgotten us, Bazby?"
Bazby... That was indeed his name.
However, Bazby was not particularly surprised that she knew his name—for a patrol guard's superior, his name was no secret. A little inquiry... or even no inquiry at all, would be enough to find it out.
"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
Ten years ago... Judging by the circumstances, this woman must have discovered the truth after coming of age ten years ago, and begun harboring resentment toward vampires or something.
But ten years ago... Even before that, he had already been a vampire—he had been one even earlier... He had come from That Place... from that abyss.
How could he possibly have any connection with her?
"What, after becoming a vampire, did you completely forget everything from before?" Meila walked closer step by step, the black flames on her cheeks burning and swaying incessantly. "Then let me remind you properly!"
He silently estimated how well his bodily functions had adapted to Marquis Guda's essence blood, remaining motionless.
Meila's voice sounded like fingernails