The mercury mirror imported from Falan reflected the cold visage of the Wolf Woman.
Seated on a soft-backed chair, Hilov absent-mindedly combed her hair.
She was still pondering the conversation she had with Horn a few days ago.
She had thought it would be her mother, Serafe, but unexpectedly, it wasn't.
According to the intelligence from the Scales Hermitage, although Serafe doesn't hold a high position, she is at least a fourth-generation vampire.
The sorceress before her is merely a low-level vampire servant, not much higher than Ah Fu.
Though disappointed, upon further reflection, she found it indeed reasonable.
Such a proud vampire as Serafe, would she really lower herself to work for Ginijis, this ordinary King with two-stage breathing techniques?
And using such low-grade and tasteless methods as Blood Knights and Chaloor poison?
"...According to the interrogation result, she is Serafe's maid, following her from the Blood and Flesh Royal Court to the Empire.
