Melchior was already in motion. A minister lunged at him—robes flaring, hands reaching, authority abandoned in favor of brute force. The attempt to detain him was clumsy, desperate. Melchior didn't even step back.
Steel met flesh with a sharp crack as he deflected the strike, twisting the man's arm just enough to break his momentum. The minister staggered, but others were already closing in. He pulled his weapon hidden in his cloak. No one was allowed to bring weapon but he could conceal his with red haze.
He didn't believe any of the vampires here, not before not after. Never.
The minister shouted, "you actually brought weapon to the courtroom! This is a planned treason!"
Melchior smiled lazily, tired of these politicians. He didn't answer just attacking that vampire relentlessly.
'The one who moved to harm the king what is that one called?' He silently rolled his eyes. Too lazy to explain since it was useless.
