Sir Melchior was a general. As long as he wasn't royalty, Sylene as Q series experiment wouldn't be a threat to him. But if—just if—he turned out to be a royal…
Then it would be better for him to leave.
He couldn't drag Melchior into Rosencraft's claws.
He couldn't bear the thought of becoming a burden—or worse, a leash used against him.
Rosencraft would never miss that chance.
But who is he? It's not like he matter thatmuch to Sir Melchior right? How dare he think like he was like someone important to the vampire general...So...it shouldn't matter. He could stay...
Before that anxiety could spiral further, the door opened.
"Madame Lancia has arrived," Lila announced as she stepped inside. Her eyes sparkled with an excitement she didn't even try to hide, as if she had been waiting for this moment all morning.
Mavis brightened immediately and hurried over, practically vibrating with anticipation for the final fitting.
