Jerome turned around to face a vampire who was none other than his adoptive father, whom he had respected almost all his life. This vampire was no longer his adoptive father—an old, weak creature as if his life had reached its end, but an overbearing, dauntless Flamen Head as if no one could defeat him.
"It's been a while, my Lord," Jerome realized there was something different about his own voice. His voice was much more authoritative and cold-sounding than before. Apart from that, he also felt an extraordinary power flowing in his blood, ready to come out like a general prepared to fight against his enemy.
"Are you not going to call me father? After all, I once took care of you, and we have lived together for ten years."
"But you are not my father, and you are the main culprit who kidnapped me from my family."