Dracula was the one who actually found the relic first. In fact, it was the relic that came into his hand, gliding down from the sky... almost as if fate itself had thrown it at his feet before landing in front of him.
As if begging to be touched by him, as if the relic chose him!
He was so happy and haughty, knowing exactly why the relic came to him… He knew it knew who he was and how worthy he was compared to others, who were nothing more than a pile of flesh!
"See? Even the gods deliver their trinkets to me. Not one among you is chosen—only Dracula is worthy."
However, Dracula didn't touch the relic, thinking it was yet to fully open. What if it ran away again? He stared at it with cold, cunning eyes.
After all, it started to move the moment they tried to touch it, right?
Maybe it shouldn't be touched until it's finally opened? With those thoughts, he sat before it and waited for it to open with a calm expression.
