Wox stared at Myor, then shook his head in disbelief. “Hah… you’ve got some nerve, asking a werewolf for help.”
He stepped closer and knelt down in front of him. Their faces were only inches apart now. Myor flinched slightly as those green eyes locked onto his red eyes. Then Wox spoke in a low voice.
“Hey. Just because I didn’t kill you earlier, that doesn’t mean I can’t kill you now. So don’t ask anything ridiculous. I don’t have any reason to help you. Besides, I’m not interested in other people’s business. I already have enough on my plate.”
He stood up and turned, but just as he was about to leave, Myor spoke. “You’re looking for Kaerosh, aren’t you?”
Wox stopped and turned back. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at him. “What did you just say?”
Myor met his gaze and continued. “The vampire you mentioned when you arrived. The one with the cross mark on his left cheek…” He paused for a moment. “… His name is Kaerosh.”
***
The moment the name left Myor’s lips, Wox’s expression changed. A sharp intensity filled his eyes. He gritted his teeth and grabbed Myor by the collar.
“You know about him? Tell me where that bastard is. Where is he hiding?”
“W-Well… he’s most likely in the vampire kingdom right now.”
“Then take me there. You can get me there, can’t you? I’ll kill that bastard.”
“C-Calm down… Getting angry won’t help. It’s not that simple to enter the vampire kingdom.”
Wox stared into Myor’s eyes, his grip still tight on his collar. He wanted to shake him, to force the answer out. But he knew that would not work.
Then he went completely still.
Wox loosened his grip. His breathing was still uneven. After a few seconds, he released Myor and stepped back.
He’s right. There’s no point in getting angry now. After all these years, I finally have a lead. I can wait a little longer to get my revenge. First, I need to hear him out.
Wox exhaled and looked back at Myor. “Alright… Then tell me. What exactly do you want from me? How do you want my help?”
Myor straightened with effort, gathering what little strength he had. “What I’m saying is… we should work together.”
Wox’s eyes narrowed slightly. “…Work together?”
Myor gave him a slight nod. “The person you want to kill… and the one I want to kill… are the same.”
“You want to kill him too?”
“…Yeah.” Myor’s voice dropped slightly. “Because… he killed my family.”
The hall became silent as Wox watched him quietly.
Myor’s expression did not change much, but the sadness was clear on his face.
Wox did not need to ask anything else. He already understood that feeling. He himself had felt it before. The memory of his sister flashed through his mind. That same loss. That same emptiness.
But Wox said nothing. The suspicion he had earlier, whether this vampire was lying or trying to trick him, slowly faded. After all, vampires were known for being devious and sly.
But this…
This didn’t feel like a lie.
***
Myor mistook Wox’s silence for doubt, thinking he did not believe him. Afraid of losing his only chance, he decided to tell him everything.
“Well… the vampire kingdom has long been ruled by my father, Alaric de Mecassus. We Mecassus are one of the Origin families…”
He continued talking. The story took a while, but the main point was simple.
Myor’s father, Alaric, was the Vampire Lord. But even as lord, he did not have absolute authority. The other Origin families also held power. Any major decision had to be discussed with the elders of those families. Nothing was decided alone.
But being from an Origin family did not mean all of them were on the same level. The other elders always knew that Alaric was more powerful than them. So in every meeting, Alaric’s decision was final, and the others always accepted it.
And twenty years ago, Myor’s father Alaric created a new rule. That vampires would not cross into the human kingdoms without reason, nor kill humans without cause.
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