"Understood, Young Master."
The words changed the room more than the bodies on the floor.
The dark elf's expression shifted first.
His eyes moved from Caelum to Trafalgar, and this time he did not look at him like a boy who had woken up at the wrong time. Black hair tied low. Dark-blue eyes. A sword that did not look like something a normal academy student should carry. And a servant who had just called him Young Master after cutting down one of their own.
The name came to him quickly enough.
"Trafalgar du Morgain."
The remaining vampire turned his head slightly.
"What?"
The dark elf's jaw tightened beneath the mask.
"That's Trafalgar du Morgain."
For the first time, the human beside him looked genuinely afraid.
