LOVING HIM IS RED

"OI, VAMPIRE."

Alucard glared at Lucien Attewell. "What, crazy mage kid?"

"I'm not a kid– I'm already twenty-two this year," Lucien growled at him. "What the hell happened that our lunatic Crown Prince had to send me to fetch your ass here?"

"Language, kid."

Since Lucien was small and petite, he looked like a kid in Alucard's eyes.

"Shut it, old man."

Lucien glared at the crazy mage for calling him an "old man" when he wasn't that old yet.

To be honest, he didn't really remember what happened to him.

The next thing he knew, he was already in an inn in the capital of Valmento– the Holy Land. To be precise, he woke up lying down on a bed in an unknown tavern.

But there was a gap in his memory.

"I can't remember what happened," Alucard admitted. "But I'm sure I didn't see Miss Dahlia."

Lucien smirked haughtily. "So you failed your mission?"

"Did you catch the Pirates of the South?"