Chapter 110: Clown
Cyril gasped for air and looked at his assailant.
The same vampire he met back at the zoo stood before him.
This time her white hair was gathered in a braid, and her red eyes seemed more vibrant than before. She was wearing an evening dress, though that didn't obstruct her movements.
"You might've been able to hide from my incompetent subordinates, but your little tricks won't save you from me" she said, her lips curling in triumph.
A pulsating red energy flickered around her body, barely visible.
That speed was probably the effect of a spell... Cyril deduced, or hoped more so. Because he couldn't imagine defeating someone with such speed.
"That's right. Such wary eyes should belong to the weak who face the strong." The vampire, with an intoxicated smile, enjoyed seeing Cyril's cautious movements.
Suddenly, she disappeared from her spot, and Cyril immediately sensed a presence behind him.
He dashed forward and spun around—there, right where he had been standing, the vampire princess reappeared in a relaxed stance.
"How pathetically slow you are! I could've killed you here!" She laughed with her hands on her hips.
Then the vampire disappeared again, reappearing right in front of Cyril before he could even move.