Always gives fighting chance

Everyone except Abel's people expected that those who morphed into vampires would eventually join the Emperor of Haimirich's royal knight brigade. But with Abel's twisted game, everyone realized that wasn't the case. 

There was only one spot available. Just one. 

Hence, every royal knight inside the chapel fought with all their might while Abel watched from the stair with his jaw propped against his knuckles. Since it was a fight amongst turned vampires, and they were originally elite royal knights of the crown prince, their baseline was equal. 

"My... look at them." Abel chuckled, enjoying the royal rumble unfolding before his eyes. "So energetic and enthusiastic. I want to kill them one by one, but it was too troublesome."

Joaquin was lying flat on his back, panting for air. "I will kill you," he muttered in between his deep breaths, allowing his body to recover from all the injuries he had inflicted in the hands of his own father.