"The Sun," Derrick looked at Cyril and said apologetically,
"Mr. Fate, we ran into some trouble on the way back to the City of Silver. We've already dealt with it, but it still delayed us quite a bit, so we weren't able to return to the City of Silver in time."
"I may need a few more days before I can recruit a team to hunt Vampires and collect the Beyonder Characteristics I promised to find for you."
Cyril nodded slightly. "That's all right. I'm not in a hurry."
"Vampires?"
Emlyn, sitting nearby, seemed to have been triggered by the keyword and nearly sprang out of his chair. "You're going to hunt Vampires?"
The honest Derrick instinctively started to nod, but Cyril spoke first. "Yes, but we're hunting Vampires, not Sanguines. You don't need to get so excited."
In your eyes, those lowly Vampires and our noble Sanguines are the same kind of creature?
Emlyn's gaze remained full of suspicion, though his head shook on its own. "No, I'm not excited. I'm just curious, that's all!"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that quite a few eyes were fixed on him, all with curiosity or scrutiny in them.
Why is everyone looking at me? Couldn't I just have a good Sanguine friend?
No, why should I feel nervous? Shouldn't I, as a noble Sanguine, be looking down on these short-lived races?
At that thought, he straightened his back, raised his chin, and said proudly, "That's right. I'm a pure-blooded Sanguine."
No one even asked if he was a Sanguine... Had Mr. Fate and Mr. Sun's conversation just upset him, making him think they were plotting to hunt his own kind?
Audrey drew on her instincts as a Spectator, curiously reading Emlyn's behavior.
He really is a Sanguine... Magician Fors