When Iver's command fell, someone happened to come out to greet them.
"That girl's heart was so tender..."
"I preferred the liver."
The two Child of the Moon nobles—a man and a woman—were dressed in finery and walked over while chatting and laughing.
They wore formal attire, and warm, damp Blood Energy clung to their bodies. Clearly, a cruel banquet was being held inside.
They obviously had no idea what kind of guests would visit at this hour.
However, as Children of the Moon, staying up late was perfectly normal. Even going to sleep at eight or nine in the morning was within the normal range—the Children of the Moon were, by nature, a race that became more energetic at night.
So they were not particularly alert. They were merely somewhat curious about the identities of their visiting kin.
Yet from a great distance, they were already struck by the beautiful and elegant bearing of Iver and Aleister.
Although becoming a Child of the Moon generally had a "beautifying" effect, it did not instantly turn an ordinary person into a handsome man or beautiful woman. The reason such rumors existed was simply that the Children of the Moon chose people with pleasing appearances for transformation.
Therefore, from another perspective—if a Child of the Moon was excessively beautiful, it most likely meant that his or her parent held an extremely high status.
Thus, the two Children of the Moon restrained their arrogant expressions and put on humble, polite, fake smiles.
"Two of you..."
Before the female Child of the Moon could finish speaking,
Aleister interrupted her with a beaming smile. "It should have been this way from the beginning..."
"...What?"
The other party froze for an instant.
In the next moment, the two buds behind Aleister's shoulder blades bloomed simultaneously, transforming