He is smiling...!

Blaze searched the room but didn't find anything of importance or any clue about this odd situation, soon it was dinner time.

{Guess i will unravel the mystery, soon enough.}

He went to the washroom to wash his hands and then went downstairs to the dining hall. 

There was a huge rectangular table in the dining hall with an elegant white tablecloth and delicious smelling dishes were on top of it. An aesthetic wall clock hung on the wall, the wallpapers were black and the interior design was medieval European style.

There were many people seated on the chairs across the table, all of them were wearing black formal clothes and masks, which all had unique styles. They all had crimson red eyes too. When Blaze entered, they all turned to look at him. 

"Oh my! our guest has arrived right on time. Please sit here." 

The butler pulled out the chair on the right side of the lord. Blaze was lost in thought, so he initially didn't properly look at the lord's face. However, when he sat down and turned towards him, "...!" 

{FRORE!!}

Although he wanted to talk to him, he judged something was amiss and remained quiet. Frore was not talking to him at all, he wasn't even looking at him!

When he finally looked in Blaze's direction, Frore casually smiled at him. His eyes behind the mask were also similar to everyone else in this room, crimson red.

This was probably the most scary and chill inducing scene Blaze has witnessed, since his transmigration. No! even before it, he has never been so scared as he was right now. He had goosebumps on his arms and a chill ran down his spine.

{WHAT THE F-CK?! Our cold mc is smiling casually at me? He has red eyes? What in the world is going on...?}

The butler whispered beside his ear at that moment.

"Dear guest, help your partner in staying alive and regaining his memories in four days. If you fail to do so, you shall become a permanent guest at our castle."

{I don't know if his skills and stats are there or not, but his memories sure aren't!}

Blaze took a deep breath to maintain his calm.

"Mr. Blaze is something the matter? Is the food perhaps not your liking?" It was Frore who asked this question.

"Um...no. The food is great. I am just worried about a personal matter of mine." 

Then after hesitating for a bit, Blaze asked. 

"Would you be available for a chat, after our meal.... castle lord?"

Blaze smiled and asked awkwardly.

"Well, of course. I too, in fact wanted to have a chat with you. Please come to my room after the meal, the butler will show you the way." Frore answered politely.

Blaze just ate whatever was in front of him for about half an hour, he then went back to his room. There in the washroom he washed his hands and cleaned his face, still wearing the mask. When, he opened the door the butler was standing there.

"Please, allow me to show you the way towards the lord's room." He bowed courteously and pointed his hand in the staircase's direction.

Blaze followed the butler to the corner room on the right side of the first floor. 

"Here it is. I hope you have a nice chat." He then opened the door to the room, Blaze entered, and the door was closed behind him.

Frore was sitting on an elegant chair beside the window and was looking outside. Blaze sat on the chair opposite to him, there was a small and round white tea table in between the chairs. He also looked at the view, through the open window, it was the same crimson moon, he saw when he had first entered the dungeon.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" the previously silent Frore asked.

".... yes, it is."

"What did you wish to talk about?" Frore finally turned his face towards Blaze and they made eye contact.

"Then i will get straight to the point. Lord, do you remember anything from before you entered this castle?"

"No.... i don't."

"Then, let me help you remember. Your name is Frore, you are my family and companion. Now, did you remember something?"

Frore felt as though he had a slight headache. It even felt like he heard those words before, but he can't remember when or where at all. Perhaps, this human was speaking the truth. But, that doesn't matter right now, he wanted to no, he had to drink his blood!