"Before I turn into a Werewolf, I must kill as many other Werewolves as possible—even Count Dracula."
Van Helsing thought to himself. He looked somewhat cynical, but in truth, he was a very responsible man.
Van Helsing rolled across the ground, retrieved the silver dagger from a Werewolf's corpse, then charged at the pursuing Werewolf with it in hand.
"Van Helsing was bitten by a Werewolf?"
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Seeing the wound on Van Helsing's shoulder, Carl's expression changed drastically. Then, an idea struck her. "Werewolves can harm Count Dracula, yet he still dares to keep them. That means he must have a cure for the Werewolf Virus hidden somewhere. I have to find it."
Though Carl feared death, she was fiercely loyal. She immediately ran upstairs.
What Carl did not know was that the cure for the Werewolf Virus had already been taken away by the Mechanical Parrot. Carrying the cure, the Mechanical Parrot vanished without a sound.
"Very good. The plan is nearly complete. Time for the next step."
Andrew nodded in satisfaction. Then, a voice rang out in Van Helsing's mind. "You have been infected with the Werewolf Virus. In less than five minutes, you will turn into a Werewolf. Only I can help you."
Andrew had altered his voice, so Van Helsing did not recognize him as an ally. Van Helsing snorted inwardly. "Are you a Devil? Trying to tempt me into Falling? Think again. Even if I die, I will never sell my soul."
"A Devil? Of course I'm not a Devil."
Andrew laughed. As the Boss of Devils, he said, "I have no interest in your soul. I want something else from you."
Van Helsing froze, then said, "Something else? Let me make this clear first—I'm