บท 184: A witch hunt, part 1

Cael's eyes went wide. He straightened up, and his eyes reflexively shot to Irmilla.

Her—a vampire? That was impossible! Didn't vampires burn in the sunlight? Cael also recalled them being walking corpses, deathly pale and with long fangs. Irmilla was fair-skinned, but so were Niko and Myrna, and they weren't vampires. Just foreigners, like her.

Irmilla's mana was slightly off, though. But Cael was almost sure that she was merely hiding the extent of her power, for whatever reason. Which was suspicious, true—but didn't make her a vampire.

He turned back to Arca. "You are delusional, Santangelo. You and your entire Church."

Arca snorted. "No. Talk to me again later, if you have any honor. SOMEONE has to finish my mission."

Cael shook his head and stood up. This sounded like a waste of time. Still, he would come. He wasn't sure this matter was worthy of his honor at all, but it was already worthy of his curiosity.