Melissa snorted, forcing her body to stand, "Pah." She spat out bloodied saliva to the side, "That's my answer to you."
The 13th generation of Dracula frowned, "Young lady, your powers are not insignificant, your baseline abilities are good, the family nurtured you, endowed you with powers, don't you regret your betrayal against your own clan?"
Melissa suddenly burst into high-pitched laughter, "Regrets? Do you, the 13th generation of Dracula, believe that the Soul Oath of Dedication allows room for regret? My life has long been dedicated to my master, so save your breath. If you want to judge, go ahead. But I'll tell you one thing, I, Melissa, have never betrayed the clan, neither in spirit nor in my actions. A prophecy given by the newly appointed soul-sacrificer, something the old soul-sacrificer had left for the Blood Emperor and the Dark Council Chairman to see. Everything I've done has been guided by that prophecy."