“Now then, time to taste –” Vandalieu suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

“Vandalieu?” Darcia called out to him in concern.

“Mom, it seems that the Vampires’ pawns in the Mirg shield-nation are approaching,” he said.

“Ah, is that so…?” Darcia looked concerned.

“Was there a response from your surveillance Undead?” asked Eleanora, looking surprised. “But to think that they would immediately know where we are.”

Vandalieu set aside his experimental mayonnaise.

“Now then, let’s gather everyone and have a discussion,” he said. “I’ll explain the information that the surveillance Undead gathered. Please listen while tasting the mayonnaise.”

They might arrive as early as autumn or winter. Next year’s spring at latest.

But they were insects being drawn to a light.