Alcott smiled as he sat on his chair, throwing a glance at Poppy. "A vampire child, never seen that before. Were you born as one, or turned?"
Poppy looked toward him and sighed, "Turned, a vampire witch in the northern forest rescued me from a bandit raid and kept me as her student and alchemy helper. In reality, she just wanted to study vampirism." Poppy smiled, "After fifty years, I managed to kill and drink her blood, thus freeing myself of the shackles of her blood."
Merlin didn't look convinced, "A vampire spawn killing their lord? That's as rare as a golden cow." She pointed her staff at Poppy, "You're lying."
"Feel free to believe me or not, I don't care." She shifted her gaze toward Amber, "But, I would appreciate it if you let me go, I left a pot boiling after all, and I won't want to return to a burned down hut."
