70. "Maybe we should talk outside."
Ayane blinks, "Sure."
But —
"No!" There's a half minute of silence and the red glares of Remelia on our faces. "I've been meaning to ask. Are you two hiding something from me? Your master? If there's something that should be talked about, talk here. With me in it."
"No thank you," Ayane replies.
"Whawhawhaa—"
Ah yes, One of our Queen Of Vampires weakness, the bland rejection of no. Not bad, Ayane, not bad. She's becoming more like me now—in a way to deal with Remelia. Now there's a little tear welling up in her eyes.
Bobo, a proud maid of the Dracula household, come to give backups and by backups I meant just a handkerchief.
"I'm not crying!" Her eyes are back on us.
O—oh, I know this look. She's determined. Knowing Remelia, she's very curious, or just jealous to not be included. So she used the power she had in this room. "Hmph, without my permission, no one can leave the club."
