Count Sergio's sudden sweating like rain left the demons on the square utterly puzzled, exchanging bewildered glances.
Why does the Earl's expression seem to be somewhat suspicious of the Blood Clan?
"Are you alright?"
Hyperion asked calmly.
On the square, only she and the Fallen Queen stood near Count Sergio.
"Wait, wait a moment."
The Earl raised his hand, rejecting Hyperion's approach, his breathing became rapid, and his heartbeat chaotic like the drums of war.
Every red-glowing demon aristocrat seemed like a hunter waiting for his chance, and he, the prey caught in the web.
Count Sergio suspected that there might have been an error in the exercise of his power.
He had no choice but to try again to uncover the truth behind all this.
Count Sergio took a deep breath, calming his turbulent emotions.
He began to recite the spell again, as the magic power of the Blood Clan outlined complex and ancient symbols in the air.