Arausato looked at the chaotic kitchen with a bit of confusion. Do these vampires have some kind of problem? The enemies are strong outside, yet they hold a banquet?
He slowly raised his head to look above... Wondering if the banquet hall at the top also had a long banquet table, but... it was certain that the little minions downstairs started feasting in the kitchen.
They only chose to escape or fight upstairs when the castle defenses were completely destroyed.
What is this called? Eat to the point of bursting even at death?
Wait... Is there something that can let the undead taste flavor?
If he guessed correctly... it was probably those low-level vampires taking advantage of the Vampire Duchess holding the Seventh Secret Artifact of Imasca being preoccupied, choosing to indulge themselves in a drunken stupor?
Arausato's expression remained unchanged, but his thoughts were racing.
