The airport.
A man hurried along and quickly reached the service desk of an airline. The female staff member seated there politely offered him a professional smile.
But in an instant, the staff member's expression turned blank... Her only impression of the man who had walked in was his feminine, handsome appearance and the beautiful pearl earrings hanging from his ears.
"I need a ticket for the fastest nighttime flight out of here," the feminine, handsome man said quickly.
"Certainly. Please wait a moment..." she replied mechanically.
Only after watching the staff member busily operate the keyboard did Xitasil finally let out a slight sigh of relief... He had no idea what would happen at the manor after he left, but there was no doubt that the incident would inevitably attract the attention of the Thirteen Clans.
Although they had relaxed considerably over the past few years, their surveillance of his group still existed... Basically, every place had an inspector from the Thirteen Clans.
These inspectors would directly deal with incidents in which vampires, driven mad and unable to control themselves, caused panic... He remembered that this area was under the supervision of an inspector named Ivan.
In terms of age, the man was a young vampire. However, his bloodline was exceptionally good. He was a direct descendant of one of the Princes among the Thirteen Clans—though, of course, the Princes had many direct descendants.
Although he was young, there was no doubt that, as a direct descendant of a Prince with a pure bloodline, Ivan had possessed the abilities of a fifth-generation vampire from birth. He remembered that, over twenty years ago, Ivan had even earned the title of Peak Fifth Generation.
Forget about someone as powerful as Ivan. Xitasil, who could not even defeat Karen, had no courage