Seeing the photo, Daisy immediately understood why Count Dracula was so happy.
The whole world was watching what had happened in Hokkaido, and Brown Castle was no exception.
Death Knight Death and Blood Emperor Fang Cheng were the two most talked-about figures.
It was ironic, really. In the contest to become Lord of Ten Thousand Monsters, the two most remarkable contenders weren't even monsters.
Brown Castle knew that Death Knight Death had been after Fang Cheng. The two of them must have fought.
Now Death was missing, while Fang Cheng had appeared completely unharmed. The outcome was obvious.
It was a result that shocked the vampires.
In a sense, Death, who represented death itself, was the bane of all Undead-types.
Vampires claimed to be immortal, while Death was a knight who spread death throughout the world—the bane of the undead.
And that was exactly what had happened. Countless vampires had died at Death's hands. Their so-called immortality couldn't withstand his Death Force.
That was why the Apocalypse Knights had sent Death after Isis and Fang Cheng: their abilities were a perfect counter.
Isis had been hunted by Death, and Dracula had suffered at his hands too. That was why he called Death a nuisance.
Now, that nuisance might have died at the hands of Fang Cheng, a fellow vampire.
It was hard to imagine. The Death Knight, who had roamed the world for years without anyone daring to challenge him and was known as the bane of the immortal, had actually fallen to a vampire.
Just thinking about it made even Daisy feel proud.
But in the end, reason won out over her bias. "Father, perhaps the Death Knight is only missing?"
Dracula lit a cigar and took a deep drag. "No. He's dead."
Daisy exchanged a glance with Lowell,