General Flanders' eldest son excitedly shouted:
"Didn't you say that our family no longer has to bear the fate of the Blood Servant? Did they break their promise? Are they as shameless and evil as the other vampires?"
"No, William! This time is different."
Colonel Flanders... no, Brigadier General Flanders bent down to pick up his somewhat frightened daughter. He looked seriously at his son and said:
"This time, I'm not going to war for the future of the Blood Vulture Clan, nor am I stepping onto the battlefield as a Blood Servant, and it's not for the so-called glory of entering midnight. Old Porter says this is the call of this land, and Sir Morphy is the embodiment of Transylvania's will!
I must go there!
I must lead the warriors on this land to fight for what we need to protect. For me, that is you.
For them, that is their family and their lives.
