The caravan's hired guards had revolted! The moment the vampires appeared, they started killing everyone in sight. They'd even killed the horses pulling the wagons. Those bastards who'd joined the vampires wanted us dead here!
The Capet family's caravan had barely crossed the Transian border when chaos erupted. Knight Livwen fought her way out from the front and delivered what she'd seen to the Sivir family knights assigned to protect Miss Biji, urging them to act at once and prepare to face the enemy.
But no one had expected the Capet family's mercenaries to suddenly turn traitor, and the other guards were caught off guard for a moment.
By the time Knight Livwen had rallied the defenders, the Wolfsbane vampires who'd sprung from the cover of night were already charging straight for Miss Biji's carriage.
These Blood Eagle traitors had only recently switched sides. The blood of fear from the Wolfsbane Clan had barely begun to alter their nature, so their distinctive pair of great wings could still carry them swiftly through the night.
But in time—six months at most—those Blood Eagle wings would wither away.
Vampire civilization was divided into seven clans. The ancient bloodlines of different clans overwrote one another, so the traitors would suffer more than just the torment of their hearts and their loyalties. Fleeing to another family meant starting over with their entire power system.
That profound and irreversible transformation of the body was hardly a pleasant process.
That was the price of betrayal!
The Mother of Midnight was never merciful. Her blessings and punishments were clearly distinct.
The vampire assassins who'd emerged from the night had surely received advance information about the caravan. Some had gone ahead to cause trouble alongside the Fire Fox Mercenary Group, while the rest headed straight for their most