"No way..."
Amon stared at Scarlett in disbelief.
"That's... really hard to believe."
The two were currently sitting together on the large bed in one of the mansion's bedrooms. Their backs rested comfortably against the headboard, legs stretched out across the mattress.
Scarlett had just finished telling him everything. Her meeting with Vetaal. Or rather Cruoris Sanguine. His real identity as the Blood Devil. His connection to House Bloodhart.
The offer he had made to her.
Amon remained silent for quite some time after hearing everything. His mind was struggling to process the sheer amount of information Scarlett had casually dropped on him.
More importantly there was one detail that disturbed him greatly.
Mordecai Sanguine. He remembered that man's face. He remembered that portrait. The ancient ruined city he had accidentally stumbled into before...
The enormous mansion and the portrait of the long crimson-haired man with cold emerald eyes.
