Dracula's body stopped cold in midair as he caught sight of Urien and Krassu approaching the restaurant. He immediately landed at the end of one of the lines, and squeezed out a smile as he said, "A regal vampire like me wouldn't stoop to something like jumping a line. Master Urien, Master Krassu, it's a pleasure meeting you two here."
Dracula turned away, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared as cold sweat poured down his face. Even though it was very humiliating for a 9th-tier vampire like him to concede in such a spineless manner, there was no way that he could stand against the Lord of Ice and the Lord of Fire.
What's happening with this world? Thank heavens I stopped just in time. Otherwise, I would be receiving a brutal beating right now. These two are the ones who drove all of the ogres into extinction! With that in mind, more cold sweat materialized on Dracula's forehead.
"Little Amy used melee magic to defeat a 4th-tier magic caster today. As you can see, melee magic is far superior to long-range magic." Krassu turned to Urien with a smug expression. He couldn't be bothered to deal with trash like Dracula.
"A 4th-tier magic caster?"
"Is Amy already that powerful?"
"She's a four-year-old 4th-tier magic caster! What an exceptional prodigy! Surely even Princess Irina wasn't a 4th-tier magic caster at four years old?"
The customers in front of the restaurant immediately burst into a flurry of commotion upon hearing that. Amy was so adorable that everyone thought her to be a harmless little girl, but she had defeated a 4th-tier magic caster! All of them were surprised beyond words to hear that.
A 4th-tier magic caster was an intermediate magic caster. In the city lord's castle and the Gray Temple, someone like that could become the leader of a small squadron.
"Looks like Little Amy is a hidden powerhouse of Mamy Restaurant. When she says she is super fierce, she really is super fierce!" Harrison sighed with emotion.
"Indeed. When Parmer came home today, he told me that Amy had become the hero of Chaos School today, beating two powerful magic casters from the Magus Tower by herself, and forcing them to concede the match." Gjerj nodded with a smile.
A four-year-old 4th-tier magic caster? Looks like this little girl really is a super prodigy. I have to notify my brethren about this when I get back. We have to make sure not to mess with a supreme prodigy like her, especially when she has two terrifying masters like Urien and Krauss. Dracula made a mental note to himself as he overheard everyone's conversation.
"That's just a 4th-tier magic caster. Even a 5th-tier magic caster will be no match for Amy's ice magic soon." Urien pursed his lips in response. He wasn't enraged in the slightest by Krassu's words. Instead, he appeared to be brimming with confidence.
That declaration caused another stir among all of the customers. How long had it been since Urien and Krassu had accepted Amy as their disciple? How could she improve at such a phenomenal rate? She was most likely going to shatter all of the records established in the magic world in the future. As expected of a disciple that the Lord of Ice and Lord of Fire had fought over. It made sense now why they were willing to set aside their century-long feud to take her under their wings.
"When that time comes, even 6th-tier magic casters will be trembling in the face of Amy's staff." Krassu wasn't backing down either as he joined the sweet faction.
"We'll see about that." Urien chuckled coldly as he joined the savory faction. Freezing winter descended on one line, while scorching heatwaves swept through the other as the atmosphere instantly became very tense.
Dracula was very relieved to see that Urien and Krassu weren't paying any attention to him. As he passed by Blour, he took a glance at the latter with a hint of surprise on his face. "An elven brat?"
"Oh, look, if it isn't a high and mighty demon." Blour turned to Dracula with a hint of mockery in his voice.
"Are you talking about me, little brat?" Dracula stopped and raised his chin in a proud manner. He looked at Blour with an arrogant expression, and said, "We vampires are indeed high and mighty creatures. We only drink blood and are all gentlemanly beings of refined grace."
"Oh really, now? I heard a vampire was forced to eat grass by Princess Irina; is that also one of your so-called vampires who only drink blood?" Blour raised a barbed question.
All of the nearby customers were struggling not to burst into laughter. They didn't know whether what Blour said was true, but the image of a vampire being forced to eat grass was absolutely hilarious.
How the hell does he know about that?! Dracula raised an eyebrow. If he were to admit that as true, he would be too embarrassed to ever come to this restaurant again. Thus, he put on a calm facade, and said, "How could something like that possibly happen? Even if it did happen, it couldn't possibly have happened to one of us vampires, and it definitely wasn't me."
"Really?" Blour looked at Dracula with a suspicious expression, wondering why he insisted on reinforcing the notion that he wasn't the vampire in question.
"Of course it's true! We vampires have great pride and character. There is no way we would ever eat something like grass," Dracula replied sternly.
"What flavor tofu pudding do you eat?" Constantine suddenly asked.
"I eat the savory tofu pudding of course... Uh..." Dracula looked at the amused smiles on everyone's faces, and he felt as if his dignity had been swept to the ground. He glared at Constantine before falling silent.
"That was a good question." Blour looked at Constantine with a hint of approval on his face. He didn't think that he would suddenly pose a question that would embarrass the vampire like this. It was quite a pleasant feeling to see the arrogant vampire taking a loss.
"You're too kind. May I ask you name?" Constantine looked at Blour with a fawning smile. He was a little frightened by the glare Dracula had directed at him, but being praised by Blour filled him with joy and confidence again. "Blour," Blour replied indifferently before looking away.
Blour... At least I know his name now. Perhaps I can learn the secret to Shirley's heart from her brother. Constantine's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Why aren't you fighting today?"
Right at that moment, a little girl emerged from the restaurant with a kitten in one hand and a stool in the other. She sat down on the stool with the kitten on her lap and looked at everyone with a confused expression.