The Dungeon Master had left, and he had even taken Clili with him.
Mr. Allen had only told Senior Yulia and Medanzo to stay in the lounge and wait. He should be back soon.
Wait...? That was impossible. It clearly wasn't in either of their natures.
Before long, the two of them were already following behind the Dungeon Master.
Accompanied by three Black Armored Warriors, Senior Yulia and Medanzo didn't get too close.
"He probably isn't a normal vampire," Medanzo suddenly said. "Even the lowest-level vampires have an extremely keen sense of smell when it comes to humans."
As a turncoat from Heaven, Yulia knew that Senior Eleven had absolute authority when it came to the vampire race, so she had no intention of simply listening and letting it go.
"What do you mean?"
Medanzo thought for a moment. "He might just be an incomplete product, possessing some of a vampire's traits without gaining the vampire's immortality... It's even possible that he's merely something like a ghoul, but has retained a certain degree of intelligence."
"Looks like they've reached their destination," Senior Yulia whispered.
At that moment, the Dungeon Master entered through a spacious doorway.
"Lord Nosta, we meet again."
"Haha, isn't this my good friend, Mr. Allen?"
Inside a luxurious room, Nosta, the Rose Count's trusted aide, exchanged a warm greeting with Mr. Allen, the Dungeon Master.
"You wouldn't come to me without a reason. Speak, what is it?" Nosta's smiling eyes swept over the Dungeon Master before finally landing on Clili behind him. "Is this also one of the children participating in the selection?"
Mr. Allen chuckled and shook his head. "No. This is a gift I brought especially for you, Lord Nosta."
Nosta's eyes immediately lit up, and the smile on his face grew even