"N-No, Father..."
Dracula smiled again—sharp, cruel, pleased.
"You see?.... Now move your filthy hand that's standing in my way."
Leo turned to Ophis, stunned. His eyes wide. Her expression broke him.
That weak, aching smile... it wasn't happiness.
It was.... a goodbye.
"Ophis... what are you saying?"
Her lips moved faintly.
"T-This is Only way... Leo. M-My Father is more important than anyone"
She didn't want this. But she saw no other way.
Against Dracula, there was no winning.
No way they could go against her father.
Dracula looked even more pleased, "At least you know when to be grateful... I guess, My blood still running in your veins then"
Dracula looked at Leo again, his eyes narrowing with irritation.
"I said... move your filthy hands away from me."
Leo met his gaze, trembling. His throat tightened as he forced the words out.
"Y-You're threatening her... If you didn't leave, I will call the Police and.. You—"
Thud!
