"Lord Judicator, please stop our madness and allow us to leave with the dignity of Loyalists, I beg you."
The old voice rang in Dorothy's ear, startling Miss Dragon Witch.
Following the source of the transmission, Dorothy looked over, locking eyes with the Vampire Grand Duke just as the door of the Iron Maiden closed.
Ah, is it you transmitting?
She was somewhat surprised.
She had thought this Vampire Grand Duke had given in upon realizing the situation was hopeless, and was about to mock him with something like "I still prefer your rebellious spirit, please regain that," but amidst the gaze, she saw no longer the original turbid old eyes.
The red eyes, specific to vampires, were bright and clear, elegant and dignified with nobility, the kind you instantly know the owner is an intelligent, refined person.
Ah, is this truly awakened?
Dorothy was somewhat bewildered.
