Shakespeare:
Even if they are vampires, they are not savage murderers who consume blood indiscriminately, no?
(Is that so…?)
Freya:
Is that really true?
I looked at Le Comte apprehensively.
Comte:
Yes. We have have alternatives to blood that we drink, like Blanc and Rouge.
Comte:
That being said, our existence is never to be made known
Comte:
So we normally wouldn’t drink blood directly from humans.
Freya:
…I see
(I thought I was going to be one of their snacks but I guess I had the wrong idea about them…)
Shakespeare:
Therefore, the safest place for you to be right now would be at le Comte’s mansion. Is that right, my good Count?
Comte:
Yes, Will is right. Freya, since I was responsible for your getting lost in this world,
Comte:
I will take responsibility for keeping you safe for the next 1 month, right up to the moment that you are able to return to your original timeline.
Comte:
…and until then, I promise you your complete and utter safety. So, will you return to the mansion with me?
I saw myself reflected in le Comte’s eyes, filled with worry for me.
Shakespeare:
Besides…it seems le Comte wasn’t the only one who was worried, see?
Freya:
Huh…?
I hear a throng of footsteps approaching me hurriedly, coming from the back alley…
Napoleon:
Freya…!
Freya:
Napoleon?
Vincent:
Thank goodness we found you
Theodorus:
You run out of the mansion in the middle of the night and this is where you’ve been? You stupid dog!
(Wait, did he just call me a stupid dog?! Though I can see why he would say that…)
The residents of the mansions gather around me with looks of worry on their faces-
Freya:
Why is everyone…
Napoleon:
I heard from Sebastian. You found out about our vampirism and left in a fright, didn’t you?
Mozart:
That’s why we were looking for you
Leonardo:
Though I had noticed and immediately gave chase, but man you’re a fast runner. I could barely keep up with you
Sebastian steps forward and dips his head into an apologetic bow.
Sebastian:
I am very sorry that my insufficient explanation has caused you such distress and put you in danger, Freya.
(That’s not…)
Freya:
Please don’t apologise to me…all this is completely my fault. I should be the one apologising here
Sebastian:
Huh...
Freya:
I was the one who ran out without thinking of what position I was in and what kind of danger I would’ve put myself in…
Freya:
And for that, I am really sorry to have been such a bother…!
(It was an impulsive move on my part to have run away without first thinking of the possible consequences of my actions)
(I neglected consideration of the era I was now living in; one that was highly unsafe for a woman to be wandering around alone)
I dip into a low, apologetic bow in show of my remorse to the residents of the mansion.
However, a chilly voice rang over my bowed head.
Arthur:
No, I won’t forgive you
