"Why do we have to follow his orders!!?"
"Your Excellency! I really don't understand!"
"He's just a vampire squeezing the commoners dry with his family's influence, not worth trusting at all!"
"No, I absolutely refuse!"
"Your Excellency! Regarding your instructions this time, please forgive me for not being able to accept them!"
That was a rather young-sounding voice, righteously confronting authority, rebelling against unjust treatment—seemed like that was the plot.
Herbert blinked and turned to the vampire lady, smiling, "Hey, Eliza, he's calling you a vampire~"
Eliza rolled her eyes, sneering, "Ha! He's clearly talking about you!"
Who doesn't hear that it's actually criticizing you, the noble scion.
What are you pretending for!
Of course Herbert could guess that the "vampire" they were talking about referred to him.
He just couldn't figure out why the other party held such a grudge against him?
I shouldn't have made enemies with others in the monastery, right?
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