Akira roamed throughout the town and people meditating and practicing martial arts bare-chested when the temperature was extremely cold outside.

One of the locals saw her and said, “A vampire is not welcome into our place. If you don’t want to hurt yourself, I suggest that you remove yourself from our sight.”

“Ah, I apologize,” Akira quietly walked away. She didn’t explore too much and returned to Dahlia’s side.

Dahlia was waiting outside a house.

“Where’s Rye?” Akira asked.

“She’s had some business to take care of,” Dahlia said, knowing that Akira didn’t feel that comfortable when around Rye. “What about you? You came back early. Did they not greet you in a friendly manner?”

“What makes you think they’ll greet me like I’m their friend?”

“Well, they’re the type that believes that strangers might actually be angels in disguise,” Dahlia said. “So, they don’t treat strangers poorly.”

“Angels, huh… I never thought that angels were real,” Akira sat down next to her. The wooden bench was su