Olivia told Esme her plan. She knew why Esme was following her, so there was no harm in saying so.
Esme’s eyes immediately filled with appreciation upon hearing it.
"As expected of you, Miss Stella. Your thinking is very clear and your decision is perfectly correct. This task is indeed something you can complete with ease."
Olivia smiled slightly.
She led Esme through the backstage area and found the passage leading to the theater boxes.
This ordinary process did not take her long. She used Elemental Praise, manipulating threads of wind to surge into every corner. By using the wind to scout, she naturally found the correct path quickly.
After entering the corridor lined with boxes, Olivia naturally continued her search using the wind.
The wind would seep through the cracks of the doors to find those inside, letting Olivia know exactly who was staying in each box.
Although she did not know what the vampires of the Bloody Sickle looked like, she had other methods to identify them.
......
Inside one of the boxes.
At this moment, several men and women were looking through the glass window of the box, watching the singer Zevia Cheris perform. While appreciating the show, they were laughing and chatting in a relaxed manner.
But just as they were conversing in relaxation, a wisp of wind suddenly blew in through the crack of the door, quickly sweeping over them.
"Who's there?"
Almost at the instant the wind blew past, a youth suddenly stood up. He sensed that this gust of wind was extremely unusual and definitely not natural.
Not only this youth, but the others present also tensed up, looking toward the door.
......
"Found them," Olivia whispered.
This was her method.
A transcendent would naturally notice the wind she brought and would make some sort of response.
As for whether she would encounter unrelated transcendents... Olivia was not worried about that, because even if unrelated transcendents were present, they likely wouldn't appear in such a large group.
In the box just now, everyone had reacted to her wind, which was enough to prove that all of them were transcendents!
If they ended up fighting, she would be able to tell if they were her targets.
Vampire referred to the transcendent path of that group from the Bloody Sickle; their characteristics were far too distinct, making it difficult for anyone not to recognize them.
Olivia quickly headed toward the target box. Just as she reached the door, it was pushed open, and a group of people swarmed out.
The leader of this group was a youth. His gaze swept over the surroundings but did not discover Olivia and Esme hiding in the shadows. He could only focus his attention on the waiter guarding the door.
"Did you see anyone pass by just now?" the youth asked with a frown.
The waiter was completely confused and replied, "Sir, no one has passed by here for quite some time."
"No one?"
The youth's frown deepened as he looked the waiter up and down.
He even began to suspect if something was wrong with the waiter. Although the man had been guarding this spot before they even entered the box, they currently had no other suspicious targets and could only suspect him.
"Jett, could it have been our imagination?" a young woman beside him asked.
The youth called Jett said in a low voice, "It might be my imagination if it were just me, and it might be an imagination if it were two of us, but could so many people experience the same imagination at once?"
Hearing Jett say this, the others couldn't help but fall silent, feeling that Jett was absolutely right.
It was impossible for so many people to have the same imagination simultaneously.
So, what exactly was going on?
"Let's go. We're leaving this place."
Jett felt a faint sense of unease in his heart. At this moment, he didn't care about watching any stage performance and hurriedly led the group away.
As they passed by Olivia, none of them noticed anything special about the patch of shadow in the corner.
Esme, watching this from the shadows, couldn't help but marvel inwardly. She thought that with Miss Stella's abilities, playing these vampires like fiddles was truly far too easy.
Watching the group depart, Esme whispered, "Miss Stella, all the vampires in this place have gathered. Those people just now were all of them. We are lucky; they haven't split up, so we don't need to defeat them one by one."
"Does our organization already know their numbers so clearly?" Olivia asked in surprise.
Esme smiled slightly. "In fact, when our people discovered this place, they intended to deal with them casually to complete our revenge against the Bloody Sickle.
"So the organization arranged this place for you as a mission."
Olivia gave a small smile. "A very easy mission. I like it."
She did indeed like it.
When she first learned that the Rose Legion was going to assign her a mission, she had a headache, worrying about what she would do if it was a task that harmed the innocent.
As it turned out, the mission was to strike at the vampires of the Bloody Sickle?
She could handle this kind of task with absolutely no psychological burden. Did she not know what kind of conduct these vampires were capable of?
Eliminating these vampires was an act of removing a local pest!
Since it was confirmed that these were the only vampires left, Olivia no longer hesitated and immediately moved the shadows to follow them.
They returned to the backstage and quickly reached the backyard of the theater, seemingly intending to leave.
However, after arriving here, Jett's expression changed repeatedly.
Because during the process of leaving, this vampire leader finally noticed a problem—a patch of shadow had been following them the entire time.
A shadow in a corner would not attract attention, but if that shadow was constantly moving, it was difficult not to notice.
So as Jett walked, he used his own methods to signal his companions and inform everyone of the current problem.
The other vampires also understood and secretly prepared themselves.
Shortly after they entered the backyard, Jett suddenly let out a low shout, "Do it!"
He suddenly turned around and spread his arms wide as if to embrace. Immediately after, accompanied by a series of flapping wings, a large swarm of bats flew out, heading straight for the shadow on the ground.
The other vampires also attacked one after another, either releasing bats, casting curses, or lunging forward to launch an attack themselves.
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