Absurd!
As the Marquess of Ainhars raised his arm, intending to punch Count Bernaken, the other party evaporated into thin air, filling the Marquess's heart with a sense of absurdity.
He couldn't believe that his already failed plan had succeeded once more.
Nor could he believe that it had succeeded in this way.
His relationship with Bernaken was complex.
But overall, both parties were wary, alert, and strategizing against each other.
They could certainly be called enemies.
This, he was sure of.
He also believed that Bernaken could confirm this as well.
After all, over the years, both sides always found joy in each other's failures.
But…
Why would this bastard help him at this time?
The Marquess of Ainhars was puzzled.
The Marquis couldn't understand it.
Even less comprehensible to the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.
Everything was supposed to go as it had planned.
