The dark figure looked up, made himself at home, sat down to the side, crossed his legs and said, "Edward, brother, we've both at least cultivated to the rank of Count. Can you stop being so freaking timid?"
He and the young man in the main seat were real brothers, both from the Bruhe Family.
Their branch had followed the family's Prince from Europe to America over three hundred years ago, and they'd quickly flourished there.
If it weren't for the European Church Court sending Father Joseph over, they'd pretty much be the unquestioned rulers of this continent.
Edward frowned, "Why aren't you resting comfortably in your own manor? What do you want from me?"
Carlisle got serious and said, "Brother, I just got some news. The Saintess of Bright from the American Church Court has headed East. This is a golden opportunity! If we drink her blood, we'll definitely be able to evolve to Duke!"
"Saintess of Bright?"
"East?"
