The Vampires looked at each other. Yet they could only murmur to themselves..
Meanwhile, for a heartbeat, irritation flared hot and sharp in Cain's chest.
Hurry up, he snapped inwardly, his thoughts turning sharp as a blade. Say it. Say something convincing. Say any of you will treat me well after the divorce, that I will be protected, respected, given a position suitable to my bloodline. Then once the bond breaks, try to kill me in secret. It's not that hard, isn't it?
However, the Vampires and the ancestors are still murmuring to each other.
"What to do to him?"
"His lineage was too low…"
"Yeah, his blood lineage was too low…"
Hearing all these, Cain couldn't help but get more and more irritated.
Why aren't you all saying anything? Don't whisper to each other, say something! Hurry! Hurry! Don't be a bum! I put all my hopes in all of you yet can even think of a single excuse?
He nearly screamed at them.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Dimwits!
