"Vladimir." Leflan came back to her old friend, the immortal master of blood magic.
"Hmm?" Vladimir slowly put down the goblet with scarlet blood, and his eyes became sharp.
He seldom saw such a dignified look on the face of the crafty witch who always kept elegance and mystery.
Intuition told him that Leflan would not bring him any good news next.
Sure enough, Leflan said, "I hope you will go to Barua, Vladimir."
This made Vladimir's eyes suddenly cold