Meanwhile, in the west garden, Claude and Klaus were just idling around the fountain. They were both seated on the concrete fountain basin while eating lollipops, eyes on Fabian, who was cutting roses to make a bouquet.
"Uncle," called Claude without casting a look at Klaus while the latter hummed and glanced at him. "Your fangs do not sting anymore, right?"
"Hmm. Why?" Klaus quirked a brow, gazing at his little ancestor, who just knew how to be a child in front of Lilou.
"Nothing." Claude shook his head before looking up at him. "It's just I suddenly think you are quite useless."
His blunt remark made Klaus scrunch his nose. "Little ancestor, you've spent too much time with that lunatic." pointing in Fabian's direction.
"Being with Mister Fabian for over half a year is more productive than being with you for many years, Uncle." Claude voiced out with all honesty, hurting his uncle's pride. "But this is not about me, Uncle. It's about you."
