Army of the Damned

VOLUME 13 Chapter 2

Inside the fancy restaurant, the atmosphere was tense as the Bishop leaned forward. Closely observing the two Vampires even more. The two women didn't flinch nor act any differently, merely facing him and his stare with a stoic return.

The light from the outside streaks in like a tidal wave of rays through the large glass windows that has little to no tint at all. The snow has all but melted, with only a few certain areas and crevices from within the city left with any white. The rest left to show their colors to the world. The dimmed paint that once hugged and embraced Janishaire has departed and what replaced it is a bright and bountiful place full of art and delicate balance of hues in all buildings from the affluent to the lessers in the lower areas.

People outside were no longer in such thick clothing, letting their lighter and mobile tunics out as they carried on life, with now a bit of heat mixed in. The large Oxens used to pull carriages had their hair shaved with their thick hide now exposed to the elements. Those working to maintain the city in robes that're less heavy, thin and shorter with some opting for sleeveless ones. Though inside the restaurant, Jackson can't help but feel the intense cold still, even with his suit teleported in at the front door, he still shivers if a gust of passing wind were to pass him.

With his hands in between his thighs, profusely rubbing it. Rival on the other hand also didn't show emotion. Even in the face of one of humanity's oldest predators in the food chain hierarchy of Threa. He clasps both of his hands together, leaning forward into the table while Jackson just ignored the tension and made funny faces to Seiness as he tried to generate as much heat. The little girl responded back with a cute giggle and smile. Whilst the young Bishop next to her in his Aristocratic ensemble had quite a heavy aura emanating out of him. "May I ask for your names, M'Ladies?" breaking the eyes, the Countess was the first to respond with the first contact, she got up and politely bowed like any Noblewoman. The Dragon on the other hand starts steaming next to her Master, the man deflating at the hot aura around her.

Refined and with taste, the Countess made a show at the table, with even the other Nobles in the restaurant having to take a peek at the Vampire. "I shall make it short. Countess Alana le Minuit of House Minuit. I am sure my name is not new to you." Hearing this, Jackson just looked at her, the woman's usual introduction was cut and quick, and without even waiting for a reply, got back to her seat. "U-uhm, of course. A Minuit? Truly? Ah, this shall be discussed further in the future." He then turns to the other Vampire. "And the golden haired one?" pointing at Elizabeth, she scoffed lightly and brushed her locks. "Carmilla. Just call me that." With the introductions done, the Bishop then tilted his head a bit as he turned to the Knight. The rays of the afternoon bounced off the glassware of the tables near the large glass window, illuminating the kind smile of the handsome man making faces to the Priestess. "Interesting. And I may ask if Sir Jackson had told about me?" Alana just made a nod. Her legs together and hands on top of her thighs. "M'Lord had."

"Good. Then we can skip over the long dialogues and get into the main idea."

"Lord Rival, may I first ask as to why you've bought her here?"

"Seiness is but a young girl in her teenage years. She cannot be left alone as she tends to be very adventurous. Her energy is also unmatched, though she may not look much right now. She shows much promise."

"And? I get it, you intend for us to do something with her?"

"Indeed I do. I do not know if the rumors had sunk into the crevices of the Commoners, but the Pope had made an unprecedented decision to go to Elvennur to quell the rising tension between the Holy See and the Elven Empire." Alana and Elizabeth both didn't show a hint of concern, their poker faces as concrete as ever.