The leather shoe stepped on the soft carpet, Horn looked at the ground decorated with Gothic Western patterns but was momentarily lost in thought.
Never did he imagine that the old grandmother, with her age and status as a senior figure, would turn out to be a spy for the Royal Court.
In fact, the grandmother's confession had been delivered to Horn's desk by the Cheka shortly after she surrendered.
In her confession, the grandmother candidly admitted that she was a Royal Court spy from the very beginning, a role passed down since her father's generation.
Truly a family of traitors.
But when considering her background, Horn felt it was unexpected yet reasonable.
The grandmother was a Norn, living in the northern border areas near vampires.
Imperial People often slander these northern Norn Nobility, claiming nine out of ten are colluding with vampires.
Horn always thought this was regional prejudice, or that his grandmother Vivian was an exception.
She was different.
