"So easy to fool?" Ethan muttered under his breath.
That version of Monroe just now? Totally a mental projection he'd conjured up. What surprised him was how smoothly the plan had gone.
Maybe this corpse nest had been living in comfort for too long. Like they say—comfort breeds weakness. That Gunner guy didn't even stop to question it.
With that, Ethan started wandering through the castle again, planning to do a quick sweep for loot.
There were still a few strong presences scattered throughout the place—like the butler types, the core combat force of this vampire den.
One elderly man in a sharp suit was holed up in a room, going over ledgers and financial records.
The door creaked open, and Monroe's figure stepped inside.
"I thought I said, during work hours—" The old man looked up, clearly annoyed at the interruption, but the moment he saw who it was, his face went pale with fear. "L-Lord Monroe? What brings you here?"
