"Where's that pink-haired familiar of yours?"
On the private jet to South America, Alucard admired the view beyond the cabin window, swirling the wine in his goblet as he asked Fang Mo, "Didn't she come with you?"
"Oh, you mean her?"
Hearing the question, Fang Mo answered casually, "She said you people weren't sincere. You couldn't produce a Bronze Coffin or a Nine Dragon, so she didn't come."
"Even I have never seen a monster like the Nine Dragon in person."
Alucard said, "Even in myths and legends, there are at most mentions of the Hydra. You're making things a little too difficult for Walter..."
"A two-headed dragon would work too."
Fang Mo shrugged. "I think you're just plain insincere."
"That thing can't even fly, can it?"
Alucard said.
"Bullshit!" Fang Mo declared, waving a hand. "Plenty of members of girl bands over in Japan use them every day. I've seen them flying high with pleasure... Fuck, I really don't know what drugs the government of Japan puts on their instruments to turn every girl into a lesbian."
"..."
Alucard's hand paused slightly as he swirled his wine. After a long silence, he slowly said, "If you hadn't said that, I would've thought you were responsible."
"Ahem, this really wasn't my doing."
Fang Mo coughed dryly. "Don't let my appearance fool you. Deep down, I'm actually a very upright and traditional person..."
"Oh, really?"
Alucard asked absentmindedly, "Then why did I see you being used as a mattress by that pink-haired familiar? Can a traditional person do something like that?"
"It was just an accident."
Fang Mo wiped his face. "She's the youngest of all my familiars, so she's more spoiled. Like this time, she was simply too lazy to move, so I let her stay at headquarters to catch