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From the Abyssal Gate that opened behind Annette, several Vampires stepped out, led by their supreme ruler, the Vampire King.
At that very moment, as their army clashed with Maria's forces amid the chaotic imperial castle, the sharp eyes of their King, Sirius Dracul, regarded them with calm, almost emotionless detachment.
"So this is the so-called 'ghost' that has slipped through our fingers all this time?" he mused. "And the one who claimed the lives of Famine and Conquest…"
"Indeed, it's her," Annette said, her face twisted with fury. "She ruined my plan. I managed to steal the crown, but if she hadn't interfered, Tear—that Ice Giant—could have joined our family by now."
"Hm, indeed. She would have filled the vacant seat of Conquest… or perhaps Famine," nodded the muscular, masked vampire beside them, Hercules. "A pity she fights for them instead."
