Night, Prague, the capital of the Czech Republic in Central Europe.
"Prague, one of the most beautiful cities in the world, isn't it?"
Inside an ancient castle, Dilos, dressed in stylish black attire, looked through the window at the mysterious castle in the distance, as picturesque as a painting. Turning back with a smile, he said, "As far as architectural style goes, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it paradise on earth."
Behind Dilos stood Selene in combat gear. Beside her were a strikingly handsome man and woman serving as guards, Alice Margatroid and Frank Sena. The two were Death Dealers who had followed Selene into Dilos's service.
Before them was a ring of seats arranged in a circle. Men and women dressed in similarly stylish black clothing sat in those chairs, which were carved with ancient script.
However, unlike the smile on Dilos's face, most of these men and women either looked uneasy or wore such sour expressions that it seemed as though someone owed them tens of billions of dollars and refused to speak.
They were in an old-fashioned circular hall. Seated in the center were important figures among the vampires—council members and nobles—while the men and women in black tactical uniforms surrounding them, armed with guns, were the guards of these important figures.
"Come on, don't be so serious. Say something, Cassius."
Dilos looked at the bald man in the very center, clad in luxurious black clothing and leather gloves. The man appeared to be in his fifties or sixties. His naturally poker-faced expression had not lost any authority to age; instead, it had become even more solemn and oppressive.
Seeing this, Dilos could not help sounding helpless. "Come on, Cassius. You were turned into a vampire in your sixties—you aren't some old man already in