Chapter 84: Nephilim Of Faulch

Ikaris' face tightened as he heard the Vampire's shameless confession. It explained his readiness to play dead in Anaphiel's presence.

"And were you ever going to tell me?" He reproached chillingly. "I thought you'd casually plucked some Faulch angel sometime in your long life, but not that he was related to them."

"Oh, I didn't lie. Erm... I did pluck an angel I met by chance... But Faulch's only descendants are from House Morgunis... At the time I didn't know who I had plucked, but I found out years later..."

"Please tell me you didn't kill that person?" The boy suddenly feared the worst.

He only received a complacent snort from the old man in return.

"I am not a good guy. When someone enters my territory without permission and refuses to identify himself I kill first and then I ask the questions. That feather he was carrying was just a bonus."