In fact, Ivan Hersenba, an inspector of the Thirteen Clans, took longer to recover than he had expected.
His mind had recovered early on, but his body had taken another two or three days, even with the effects of consuming large amounts of pure blood. Of course, as an inspector of the Thirteen Clans—and a direct descendant of one of the clan's princes—Ivan Hersenba never lacked a supply of pure blood.
The living room was extremely simple, without a single unnecessary object. Although it was unusually spacious, there was only one sofa, because Ivan was a minimalist.
Simplicity was beauty... Vampires had all sorts of peculiar tastes when it came to aesthetics. Nothing surprised them anymore.
At that moment, Ivan stood facing the fireplace. Although it was still summer in this place in the Southern Hemisphere, a fire had already been lit inside it.
The flames shifted and transformed into a human face. It belonged to Ivan's superior, one of the three chief executives with the greatest authority in the entire inspection organization of the Thirteen Clans.
"Erix?"
"Yes, sir." Ivan knelt on one knee with his head lowered, his manner respectful. "That was what he called himself, and he was immensely powerful. If he hadn't held back, I'm afraid I would have already..."
"That chaotic Dream Eater..." The face of the chief executive within the fireplace flickered unsteadily, as though deep in thought. After a long while, he said, "Ivan, you only need to report this matter to me. I'll handle everything that follows."
Ivan Hersenba suddenly said, "Sir, the mixed-blood Elizabeth seems to know Erix. Should I start with her and obtain more information?"
The chief executive said unexpectedly, "Ivan, there are quite a few mixed-bloods among us... The entire race has a very delicate attitude toward mixed-bloods.