"Yes, we will gdly help you with everything you need."

  "Why don’t we do it right away."

  Agreement and cheers for Cra's idea resonated through the air. All the made Cra to only confirm. She felt like she composed a great pn. Cra smiled whole hardly and felt the room along with the rest of the rest of the vampires present.

  All of them left the room as they were never there, leaving only servants and commoners, who were there for them to enjoy the blood orgy and have fun along with Dante. Servants looked at Dante, who was lost for words. He never thought that the vampires he and his father turned to would just leave him, their master, and go with lunatics into the battle against the cathedral.

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  In the meantime, Cra and the rest went down into the basement to look for Allesio to get as much information from him as possible and to py with him. As soon as they were in front of his cell fat vampire quickly left the pce as soon as he saw Cra the vampires started to torture Allesio.

  Unlike before, vampires don’t give a dame about not letting Allesio bleed to death and start sshing him with a rge amount of torture tools and feeding him their blood. Everyone was in pure bliss to being able to torture someone, who was the hunter of the church.

  More than ten vampires were turning in their attempts to torture the information out of him and despite him being silent they didn’t care. Soon the interrogation turned into just fun and even if he was willing to tell everything he knew, they lost interest in him and just poured their fantasy into reality on him.

  Cra in the meantime left the dungeon and went back into the Bianchi household to see how was Charlotte doing. As Cra rushed through the city, her body somehow felt different and before long, her whole body turned into smoke, as she ran through the street.

  In no time, she was back inside the household. As she quickly went through the household, she arrived in front of the doors to the room, where she and Isabel currently residing. Once she entered inside, she saw that Isabel was sleeping peacefully in the bed, and one of the servant girls sitting on the balcony.

  It was Elena, one of the servants, who was here by old man's order to serve Cra and serve as foodbank for her. Elena was sleeping in the chair and as Cra came closer to her, so she didn’t wake Isabel and woke Elena up.

  As soon as she woke her up, Elena looked like she was not ready to do anything, but Cra was not concerned with what she wanted.

  “Miss, do you need anything? It’s the middle of the night and today is not my watch. It’s Raffael’s time to watch…”

  “Tell me where Charlotte is, and you can go to sleep again.”

  “Miss Charlotte was feeling better and quickly left the household and went back into her own house. She didn’t want to stay here any longer, after what happened to her in this house anymore, and said that she had to process what happened.”

  “Do you know where she went?” Asked Cra and jumped in the railing of the balcony. She didn’t want to wait until the next night and solve what happened here as soon as possible, and if possible, to go back into the next and interrogate Allesio once again.

  “Miss Charlotte said that she will stay in the street with butchery on the east side of the city. She is staying in the third house with the cross on the doors. She is living with her familiar.”

  Cra decided to go visit the rest of the vampires in the basement to see if any of them were still alive and could tell Cra more about what happened. As she got back into the basement, she went inside and as she the vampires inside, she didn’t feel that any of them were still alive, so she quickly left and went to find butcher street.

  Cra was jumping across the streets and soon she moved to the east part of the city and could smell blood from one of the streets from far away. It didn’t take long, and she found the street which she was looking for. This street was full of butchers and was not far away from the market.

  As soon as she nded on the roof of one of the houses, she could see that the whole street was completely silent, and everyone had long since fallen asleep. Compared to some bustling streets in the city, this one appeared abandoned, as though it were a forgotten corner of Florence. The street y in stillness, as if untouched by the chaos of the world outside.

  She descended quietly, nding in the middle of the street, right in front of a two-story building. The structure was shabby and worn, the kind of pce where time and neglect had left their mark. The building seemed to sag under its weight, with walls that had cracked and warped over the years. Its stone exterior was chipped and dirt-stained, a testament to the poor upkeep. The once-gleaming wooden door was now weathered and dull, the hinges rusted, and the simple lock barely holding it closed.

  The building's windows, small and narrow, were framed with rotting wooden shutters, which hung at odd angles, some broken or missing entirely. Thin strips of cloth were loosely tied over the openings to keep out the wind and cold. A few faded flowers hung from a tiny, neglected window box.

  The roof, with its sagging wooden beams and worn shingles, had been patched up more times than she could count, yet the rain still found its way inside, leaving dark stains on the walls below.

  The front of the building was crowded by a small, rickety cart, half-filled with discarded tools, crates of forgotten herbs, and faded clothes. The faint scent of dried pnts and unwashed fabric clung to the air, mingling with the smell of soot from a nearby hearth.

  Cra was surprised that Charlotte, who was from France and all she could do was talk about France and Parise, was residing in such a shabby pce. Such a shabby house and the fact, that Charlotte boy was living there was a complete mystery to Cra.