"Such a sweet girl. The gods have truly blessed you, my lord."
A man in his fifties commented while observing a little girl of around seven years of age.
The other man, the supposed father of the girl and also the head of House Dracoth, just looked at his daughter with indifference.
He didn't comment, nor did he reject the praises that were showered upon her.
"The tea is ready."
A maid approached the two gentlemen, leading them to the garden.
As the two men walked, discussing things of importance, the black walls of the mansion surrounded them from all sides.
Every corner of the mansion screamed of wealth and power.
Calling it a mansion would be an understatement, as it was a palace housing one of the major powers in the world.
The Dracoths.
The vampires were a race who were gifted with strong physical capabilities from birth. Their agility was unmatched among all the other races inhabiting Jutan.
