In the grand hall of the Netherworld King City, where the red-clad girl resided, it stood tall and majestic, with several massive stone pillars supporting the vast dome. In the expansive space, aside from the red-clad girl, there was no one else, making it seem somewhat deserted, and even a bit lonely.
Creak.
At that moment, a sound was heard as the grand door of the hall was opened, and Dracula's steward walked in, bowing, and said, "Your Majesty, Dracula has already taken the bait and went to the Werewolf Territory that very night."
"Mm."
The red-clad girl nodded and said, "Very good, we can proceed with the next step. Let them know the exact date of my 'power loss.'
The steward opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but hesitated a bit.
The red-clad girl glanced at the steward and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
"Yes."
