"...Eh?"
A dumbfounded expression dawned on Charymos's slimy face, and he tilted his head as though asking Veladreth...
[...What the hell did you just say?]
But of course, he would dare not say that out loud because after all, he, Veladreth, ranked third in authority after the Ruler and Caelvorn in all of the Tower.
"Surely you jest, Lord Veladreth. A Progenitor? Such as yourself, you mean?"
The Kraken Spawn chose his words carefully and let out a nervous chuckle.
"Is it perhaps because the color of her hair resembles yours? Surely not. There are dozens of Vampires on your Floor with hair like that."
"Please do not be mistaken, she has merely awakened to her racial trait. It is not something so grand."
[Although...]
Charymos stole a glance at Veylith who wore a blank expression as usual.
[...She awakened it much earlier than I thought, and not only that, it has clearly progressed to an unfathomable degree.]
