The night was deep, the crimson, glaring.
Amid the widespread wailing and moaning, the 'Blood Descendant' stood straight on Moon Street, gently caressing the "Blood of Doting" on his left index finger. He ignored Freeman prostrating before him, his face filled with excitement and his eyes pleading. He did not care about the fearsome Lady of the Long Night, his focus was solely on the ring on his left index finger, his eyes filled with a deep reminiscence, seemingly narrating a past story.
Freeman, the owner of the Silver Horse Venue and the former resident of No. 14 White Bird District, knelt there, barely daring to breathe. He was terrified of disturbing the 'Blood Descendant'.
Although the gaze of the Lady of the Long Night seemed to rest on the 'Blood Descendant', she had already been discreetly surveying her surroundings.
Compared to the already revealed 'Blood Descendant', the person who deceived everyone using Freeman's identity concerned this lady even more.