"It's because we made a deal!" the Baron said. "I asked her to give me the Princess of the Vampires. No one was supposed to know it. You will be asleep and you will never know that this happened."
Eve shivered. What kind of pervert would do something like this? She tried to hide the disgust in her gaze, but she knew it was useless. There was simply no masking it. "And in return?" Eve asked.
"She wanted me to convince the Brotherhood to let her study the Statue of Drakmor for two hours." The Baron clenched his teeth.
"Drakmor?" Was that God again?
"Why?"
"How would I know?" the Baron glared at her.
"Right… What do you think of Drakmor?" Eve continued asking.
"Drakmor is my and my ancestor's God."
"Is that why you are currently working with Diana Shawl to find your God's tomb?" Eve asked.
"What?"
Eve raised an eyebrow. So, the Baron was not aware of this?