In the underground vampire city, Shambol.

Zakaria and Cranston were drinking fresh blood wine in a bar while a half-naked brunette was pole-dancing in front of them.

“You said you sent a worm into the villa,” Zakaria said. “What can a mere worm do?”

“Fool. That’s no ordinary worm. That’s the vril worm. The nastiest worm that’s said to be capable of even possessing a vampire,” Cranston said dramatically. “Of course, us vampires can fight back and coexist with it, but a human surely will have no way of fighting back, unless their mind and body is very clean. However, I highly doubt that anybody living in such a big villa will have a clean mind.”

“Mm, vril worm… the name sounds like the name of the city lord,” Zakaria said. “Is there any relation, I wonder?”

Cranston’s expression changed. He leaned closer and said in a low voice, “Denise told me that he’s from the Sorian tribe, one of the eight original races of the vampires. That’s why he was able to rebel against the previous vampire k