Night.
In another town more than ten kilometers from where Irisviel was staying, a town called Lanya Town was under full martial law. It had once made its living by growing blueberries. Though it could not compare to Spain, blueberries had still brought it considerable development. There were several thousand households here, with a population of over ten thousand.
When Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others came to capture Irisviel, they had originally intended to head straight there, only to discover that this town seemed somewhat unusual.
Even late at night, it was brightly lit and bustling with voices. Clamor filled all of Lanya Town, even though it was already past nine o'clock at night.
If this sight had appeared in modern times, or even the relatively recent past, Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others naturally would not have thought there was anything wrong with it. But what era was this? The time of the Ninth Crusade—the thirteenth century!
Such a sight in the thirteenth century was enough to prove something was wrong. Besides, they had just encountered an army of vampires. It was impossible not to be concerned.
After all, this scene perfectly suited the vampire habit of hiding by day and emerging by night.
Lancelot and Bedivere disguised themselves, altering their appearances until they looked like completely different people. Dressed in velvet garments, they entered Lanya Town. As they passed through the bustling pedestrians inside, one casual glance made them feel that something was very wrong.
Under the firelight, most of the passersby had skin as pale and bloodless as corpses. They were vampires.
Their skin lacked even the slightest trace of color, making them look like walking corpses.
"Vampires..." Bedivere noticed that several townspeople occasionally looked at him without concealing their gazes. They had clearly discovered that he was