"What if I caught them and made them your Blood Slaves?"
The Crimson Princess wanted to help Annan take revenge.
"Could you bring yourself to bite them?"
The higher a Vampire's status, the pickier they were about food. Some would drink only the blood of beautiful young women or virgins; others would drink only the blood of Spellcasters.
Only lowly Vampires without a shred of Wisdom would put anything in their mouths. Wood, who went around scavenging corpses, was an even greater disgrace.
"You're still wanted," the Crimson Princess said worriedly.
"It's fine. I'll hide myself like a Bat."
The Crimson Princess stopped trying to dissuade him and had Dracula prepare a Carriage to take Annan to Flower Capital.
"Come back within three days. I want to take you to visit the Skeleton Duke," she said softly.
"All right." Annan had a fairly good impression of the Skeleton King.
The Crimson Princess still wasn't reassured. "The blood outside isn't clean. Don't go drinking from strangers. If you're hungry, go to the first room on the second floor of the Mandrake Tavern. Someone from the Vampire Clan will meet you there."
"I know."
Annan boarded the Carriage as the Crimson Princess saw him off. When it drove out of the Castle, he saw that she was still standing by the Steps...
Perhaps the Scarlet Princess, with her head full of romance novels, had already imagined a thrilling tale of revenge.
The Carriage set off at dawn and reached the Outskirts of Flower Capital by evening. Under cover of night, they drove into the city and stopped outside a Tavern in the Old Town.
Annan draped a cloak over his Mage Robe and asked the Coachman, who showed no fear of sunlight, "Are you human?"
"My lord, we serve Her Highness."
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