Chapter 38 - 2.8 Kill Him
"I'm telling you, the Valmor's new servant is such a crude man! Who knows from which sewer Theodore dug him out from?! He dared to chase me away!" Alfred complained ceaselessly to the man sitting in front of him. The firewood cracked, its flame flickering and illuminating the man's murky red eyes.
Vampire. And moreover, a low bred who were either turned by a pureblood or born from another vampire.
He chuckled. "It's just a servant. Why are you so agitated?"
"That's the main point! He's only a servant but he has such huge guts to go against me!" Alfred slammed his fist on the armchair, his face reddened due to anger. "How can I stomach it? That Theodore...hah! He must have been laughing at me now. All these times, he could only endure silently as I snatched the servants on his side but now, I can't do it anymore because of that damn servant." He bit his nails, eyes flashed with cruelty. "What's his name again? Raphael?"
The vampire flinched visibly at the name.
"What's wrong?" Alfred asked who noticed the vampire's pale complexion suddenly turned blue.
"That name..." The vampire hissed as if he had just been scalded by holy water. "Don't say it with your mouth."
Alfred frowned. "What's wrong with you, Lancelot? What's with that name?"
"That..." Lancelot gulped uncomfortably. "That's a name that's taboo for us vampires. Just do as I say otherwise I won't go through with this deal." Seeing Alfred's face twisted in displeasure, Lancelot sighed and offered. "How about we get rid of that human for you?"
Alfred blinked, surprised.
"What's so difficult about that?" Lancelot smirked with a shrug. "We are here for this reason. I need as many humans as possible to make this business happen. You know, a lot of vampires have been dying to get a human slave. We will share the profit together— fifty fifty, how about it?"