Imperial Calendar, December 11, 1463, dusk.
Intermittent drizzle pressed the gray clouds of the night extremely low, and the valley wind carried a chilling cold.
Serafe was not wearing a silk robe, but rather hunter's attire, standing alone with a horse on the hillside.
In the valley, it seemed like a funeral, with the vampire procession enveloped in somber clouds, cries shaking the heavens.
Indeed, Retino miraculously gained six hours for them.
But this did not mean they were completely out of danger.
Following Lakunio's suggestion, Serafe strategically used herself as bait this time.
The problem was, she couldn't be eaten by the fish; if she was, she'd become a fool!
So six hours weren't enough, she needed more time.
Thinking it over, she simply stopped to hold a collective assembly.
At this assembly, she, along with the Tedis clan and all other officers, assured the soldiers, pressing their handprints, promising compensation.
