The man who had suddenly appeared was, naturally, Dilos.
"Kraven?!"
"Amelia?!"
"Elder?!"
Several cries of alarm rang out from all around. Some people wanted to rush forward and snatch the two people from Dilos's hands, but because of the bizarre way Dilos had appeared earlier—and because Marcus and Viktor beside him had not made a move—they could only stay where they were and wait to see what happened.
"This man isn't simple."
Viktor's glowing blue eyes narrowed instinctively. He then quietly took several steps back, trying to slip away while no one was paying attention. However, when he saw the cold gaze Dilos cast at him, seemingly intentional yet casual, he stopped moving.
If you move, I'll kill you!
That was the meaning Viktor read from the other man's eyes.
"You were the one who woke me?"
Marcus spoke from beside Dilos. Though phrased as a question, his tone was certain. With his extraordinary sense of smell, he had caught Dilos's scent the instant he appeared. Not only him—even Viktor, Selene, and the other high-ranking vampires had identified Dilos through that ability.
"Of course it was me."
Dilos smiled. "How did the blood that brought you new life taste, Lord Marcus?"
"Considering that this blood has brought about such astonishing changes in me..." A cruel, arrogant smile appeared at the corner of Marcus's lips as he said to Dilos, "I'll pardon you for using the blood of such filthy creatures to wake me."
"That filthy creature is a descendant of your dear brother, William Corvinus."
Dilos raised an eyebrow instinctively, his expression full of mockery as he looked at Marcus. "It seems your feelings for your brother aren't as good as people imagined. I wonder how your brother, locked away somewhere unknown, would feel if he heard that."
"Shut