"Lena Aldris Sturette!"
Williams rose to his feet.
Dracula stepped in front of the Crimson Princess. "What are you planning to do, Master Williams?"
Williams ignored the old man and stared at the Crimson Princess behind him. "I'll come for you tomorrow... I won't wait much longer."
In the past, the Crimson Princess would have pressed her lips together and looked at him in pain and resentment. But now, reassured by something, she wasn't afraid. She even smiled mockingly. "Your ancestor waited three hundred years in the Abyss for the God of Love, yet you won't wait even a few days?"
Williams wasn't truly devoted. He only coveted the Crimson Princess's beauty and the power behind her. "After we're married, we'll have plenty of time to grow closer."
Williams left the residence, the rising blood mist drying his damp clothes. He had made no progress, and the Vampires who had taken the chance to search the Garden had found nothing either.
"Louis, do you know why there's an abandoned Garden at the foot of the Castle?" Williams asked the Marquis.
"No."
"Because this is where... our ancestor's lover lived." Williams withheld part of what he knew. "They met here in secret all the time, so there must be a hidden passage!"
In the Cemetery, damp soil broke apart and a hand emerged.
The Centurion pushed aside the soil, letting cool air pour into the passage. A flash of lightning revealed a gravestone to Annan behind her.
[Trist Morel]
The name on the gravestone belonged to a Vampire of the Morel Family.
"Wow..."
The Centurion stepped aside with a murmur of wonder. Annan squeezed past her and poked his head out of the Tomb.
Cool rain struck his face. By the pale flash of lightning, he saw a vast spread