“What does it foretell?” I asked, trailing after Arucard. He had briskly departed from my quarters upon catching sight of the peculiar sky, and I hastily followed, driven by a desire for understanding. His demeanor remained unruffled, save for the slight raise of his brow upon first beholding the sky—an anomaly for someone seemingly unfazed by most things. Yet, his cryptic remark, I believe, hinted at a connection to a person's blood—perhaps that of a demon.
I strived to keep pace with him, shadowing his path towards Vaelin's quarters, presumably his study. Though extracting information directly from Arucard would have been more efficient and less nerve-wracking, I opted to accompany him, as it was my sole avenue to glean the knowledge I sought.
“You do not need to concern yourself. It's
