Shade raised an eyebrow:
"Him? That's a masculine pronoun. So the one holding Blood of Sorrow was originally male. Compared to what I want to do, this condition is reasonable. If I agree, how far can you go?"
"Don't stop him, and I can lend you a hand. If he really becomes a Chosen One, then this time, I'll be your loyal friend."
In other words, if the Bloodkin did not become a Chosen One, this vampire duke would probably only show up at a crucial moment, or perhaps merely handle a few trivial matters.
"I see."
Shade frowned deeply as he considered it:
"Three ritual relics are simple enough. Gathering more than ten Bloodkin in Moon Bay to pray to you would also be easy. Although I still don't know who will ultimately possess Blood of Sorrow, so I can't agree to you yet, I still want to ask: how do we create a God Descended Body? Do I seek help from your believers and have them send another little boy to Moon Bay?"
Although Shade regarded Mr. Bernhardt as a friend, he did not want to become too deeply involved with the Vampire Order.
"This is very simple for you. Didn't you successfully meet me tonight? I think you already have an idea in your heart. The Red Moon is directly above our heads. You should understand."
The rather refined gentleman said this, then rose to his feet first:
"In any case, whether you agree to my conditions is up to you. But I believe you'll make a choice that satisfies everyone. After all, isn't that what you're best at?"
"Mr. Bernhardt" turned and walked deeper into the Withered Forest, soon vanishing from Shade's sight. Shade also stood up and raised his head to look at the enormous