Chapter 375 - A Vampire's Pride

"Oi," Ludwig called, his voice cracking across the clearing like a snapped branch. "Oi." He stepped forward, the heels of his boots digging into the damp earth as he planted himself between Celine and the rest of the camp. The tension in his stance was unmistakable rigid shoulders, jaw clenched tight, and one hand resting firmly on the hilt of Durandal. "Oi!" he barked, louder now, the sharpness of the final word carving through the air like a drawn blade. "You can't do that. They're not some sort of cattle," he said, voice laced with disbelief and rising unease. The flicker of torchlight played across his coat, casting faint gold along the silver trim as he stood his ground.