Ian staggered back, panting.
It’s finally over.
The vampire’s body had disappeared without a trace. Nevertheless, the reason Ian couldn’t smile was due to the lingering echoes of the rampage squeezing his head relentlessly.
Memories flood in.
While his original personality was asleep, scenes of the man from the future fighting were endlessly replaying. As if urging him to engrave this battle into his heart right away.
Even just moments ago, something.
It seemed like he had used a technique he didn’t remember…….
However, Ian’s contemplation didn’t last long.
Because a girl scampering over from afar caught his eye.
“Master!”
It was a longed-for title.
How long had it been since he heard that voice? Ian wore a bitter smile as he embraced his fiancée, who was excitedly bouncing around.
A soft weight and warm body heat.
As if born just for this, Elsie’s small frame fit so perfectly in Ian’s arms.
“……Senior Elsie.”
“Me, huh? I was helpful, right?!”
Elsie, intoxicated…