Alucard slowly wiped the blood trickling down the side of his face with a black handkerchief, his gaze darker than usual. There was something unusual in his tone — a restrained coldness, like a predator that could no longer pretend to be tamed.
"Vladislaus Dragamir," he said, spitting the name like acid. "That's the guy you want."
Kaguya, always standing a step behind with her unwavering posture, bowed silently and extended a tablet to Alucard. The vampire took it, slid his finger across the screen for a few seconds, then tossed it gently toward Vergil, who caught it midair.
On the screen was a frozen image of a man with an aristocratic appearance. His gray eyes seemed to pierce the soul even through a photo. White, straight, well-kept hair, and clothing that fused ancient fashion with modern elements — as if every part of his look was calculated to intimidate without saying a word.
