137 The Vampire Assassin [1]

Upon my arrival at the breakfast lounge, Kent suddenly jumped in front of me, his voice carrying an unmistakable tone of concern. 

"Hey, bro, are you okay?" he inquired.

"I'm alright," I responded. "Although last night was a bit strange."

"Yeeeah," Kent dragged out his reply. "I know! We should track down that elven woman's address and wreck her place!"

"Kent, come on. She's old enough to be our grandmother. Let's not bother her," I reproached him with a disapproving gaze.

"Fine, whatever. I didn't want to see her again anyway," the blue-haired elf rolled his eyes. "But seriously, what happened to you? Why were you crying?"

"I...I'm not sure," I shrugged. "I wasn't even aware that I was crying. But enough about me. What's going on with you?"

"Me? I'm totally fine. What do you mean?" Kent's expression soured.

"When that old elf mentioned your home, you suddenly got so serious," I reminded him. "What's the deal with that?"