"What exactly are you planning to do?" Bologue asked.
"Me? I'm just looking for someone, but clearly, I've been tricked by her and found the wrong person," replied the Regent King.
Bologue speculated, "Are you referring to Olivia?"
"You know her?"
The Regent King's face lit up with joy, and after a moment of realization, he said, "Of course, you're a member of the Undying Club with the scent of pure blood... that should be Serey's blood, right?"
Bologue nodded, having underestimated the significance of blood to the Night Race, understanding now how much crucial information they could extract from a single drop.
"That makes sense, so you would know Olivia."
The Regent King nodded to himself, finished the cold beer in one gulp, balled up the can, and tossed it into the trash can.
"What makes sense?" Bologue was puzzled, "Why does knowing Serey mean I would know Olivia?"
