"What are you snooping around here for?" Damien calmly inquired and gestured to Hecate to ease her restraint of the little girl. The crimson-haired vampire nodded in understanding and relaxed her restricting hands. On the other hand, the little one wriggled her body and answered.
"I-I wanted to see the abandoned villages of foolish humans. M-my father told me that they believed the preaching words of some random cult and left their homes during a snowstorm." She continued squirming, prompting Hecate to release the little girl.
Holding her reddish wrists, the little one puffed her cheeks and glared at the crimson-haired vampire. "As expected of the blood suckers, so violent. And what are you?" She turned her eyes towards the young man.
Her perception and senses would never lie to her. The human-like young man in front of her wasn't ordinary at all. He felt like a goddamn Aberrant, pretending to be a human.
