A very handsome vampire with a dignified aura was currently playing a pool game in a room. He suddenly squinted his eyes. He turned towards the door, where a figure stood, watching him.
"How long have you been here, father?" Mulvock, the current emperor of the RiverBlood Empire, said warmly as he turned to embrace his father, Malverion.
"A while. You don't like to be disturbed during your pool games, after all." Malverion embraced his son.
"Not when the imperial father graces me with his presence."
"Ah… the emperor has a silver tongue."
"Learned from the best," Malverion replied as the two sat down on a couch, and an attendant brought them some leisurely snacks.
"Anyway, what brings you here, father?"
"We have an issue, son." Before the emperor could ask what was wrong, a runic recording device appeared before them. "A passing senior, someone I presume is an ancestor of the first clan, chanced on this."
