Camilla laughed, certain her father wouldn't be so foolish as to break his fangs. They were not the same.
Orlork Blackthorn could not be without his fangs, and he knew it well. It wouldn't be a good look for the Blackthorns since the other families would have something to look down on them for.
Camilla was very certain her father wouldn't do it until she saw him opening his mouth and his right hand going towards his fang.
"Stop!" Camilla yelled, going to her father's side to grab his hand. "You cannot do that. What is wrong with you?"
'"I am making up for what I did wrong. This will please you, so I shall break them. I am truly sorry for what I did to you, Camilla. It is only fair that I lose my fangs as well," said Orlork.
"No, you cannot do that. You are Orlork Blackthorn. Ragnar, talk some sense into him," Camilla said, looking to her brother for help.
