Chapter 308: Guests of the Moriarty mansion

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The sky was cloudy with no hint of the stars or moon. Marceline stood on her room's balcony, staring at the street right in front of the mansion with a serious expression. She knew it was impossible for anyone outside the mansion to know about her being defanged, and she decided to keep it that way. 

Humiliation had sunk in the pureblooded vampiress's mind, and she hadn't stepped out of her room except for having her meals. She wondered if she should perhaps find someone who could help bring back her lost fangs. A witch? Surely they would have something, but witches couldn't be trusted.

While Marceline was busy thinking about her situation, a carriage arrived at the front of the mansion's gates. Her eyes moved to look at the carriage that didn't look like it was of a person who belonged to a high-class society. She looked down at one of the mansion's guards and ordered,