"I don't like to hear apologies."
The old man was about 50 years old, with white hair and bright eyes, a tall and muscular figure. He was sitting quietly there, a vague sense of pressure enveloping everyone's heart.
His right elbow rested on his knee as he played with a transparent goblet in his hand.
Thump!
The bottle on the table suddenly popped open, the liquid inside drawn into the goblet by some unknown force.
In an instant, a fishy smell filled the air.
The old man raised his head, his sharp gaze fixed on the woman standing not far away.
"Blood."
He let out a cold laugh.
"Kanako, you should know that I don't object to occasional indulgence and pleasure, after all, our life level is far superior to that of ordinary people."
"But..."
A calm turning point, yet the woman standing not far away turned deathly pale.
With a bang, the goblet in the old man's hand suddenly shattered, shards flying out, some whizzing past Kanako at great speed.
