"...."
Oliver stood quietly in front of a man who looked like he was in his mid-fifties.
Despite his old age, Edel had a refined appearance that made him look wise.
He had black hair with little white in it along with his bearded face.
Yet….
Oliver didn't like one bit what he was seeing.
Edel didn't rush after taking in a place with no one around.
Instead, he kept on drinking his wine, like he had all the time in the world.
"…If you have nothing to say—."
"What are you doing, you foolish boy?"
Edel said, stopping Oliver as he began to walk away.
He tilted his head, feigning ignorance. "Pardon?"
"Why did you join the vampires?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "What are you planning?"
Oliver didn't respond for a while, his mind was already somewhere else.
'Can I kill him, right now?'
Oliver seriously thought if he could pull this out or not.
Truth be told, even though Oliver had been keeping an eye on Edel's every move, he had yet to see him fight.
