Murphy soon received a report from his loyal and brave little players.
This once again reassured him that he'd been right to make good use of the psionic computing orb. Inwardly, he marveled that no matter the world, the development of science and technology truly was the primary productive force. But the report personally written by Meow Brother did little to cheer him up.
"Signs of another vampire clan in Transia? And they're secretly gathering Blood Vulture traitors. What are they up to? Planning to kick us while we're down and take advantage of the chaos? Heh, figures. Vampires really are masters of infighting.
They've truly perfected the art."
Murphy rose to his feet and gave a cold laugh. He wasn't surprised at all that another clan was taking advantage of the chaos. Back when he'd been a high-level corporate wage slave, he'd dealt with headhunters more than once. He knew that the first step in so-called "high-end business warfare" was often poaching a competitor's employees on a massive scale.
Still, as a fledgling vampire, his knowledge of the other clans was limited to the Wolfsbane Clan, whom he'd fought, and the Blood Alliance Knights, who'd helped him out.
For a troublesome situation like this, he'd have to ask the well-informed Triss.
Murphy left his office and knocked on the door of the room next door.
That was right: the Blood Vulture Grand Duke's office and the Earl of Cadman's office were that close to each other. But, to no one's surprise, the Blood Vulture Grand Duke, who should have been at work, had "disappeared" once again.
"Ugh."
The vampire lord felt utterly exhausted.
Having a boss who loved skipping work was already hard to deal with. What was even harder to deal with was that he'd actually fallen for