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Beautiful gold eyes blinked in awe. So this was Bob's solution, to hold Drac's family to the principles of its father. It was logical. It was honorable. Both of these were very strange attributes to come from Bob, but Mithias knew them. The vampire forgot his thirst and looked from the gems in his open palm to Bob, speechless. The length that Bob was going to for his child was deeply touching to witness. So Bob would to risk his own life, weakening himself even further, to show his sincerity, and to entrust Mithias with such precious cargo meant even the hapless vampire was of worth to the ancient chaos spirit. 

Bob could smirk to himself. He knew the kind of soul Mithias had as he watched the vampire clutch the gems tightly, his pale expression becoming resolute. Simply being laden with such profound trust compelled the honorable to step up to the call. Mithias couldn't say no, and he would do everything in his power to deliver the message as instructed. 

"This kind of bond must be protected." Mithias said, speaking of father and daughter. "It will be done as you say, Bob. I guard these with my life." Just as Mithias had done with the orb of hope, he pulled the soul-shards inside himself, temporarily, where they could not be lost or stolen. They were only shards, but even holding on to just that made Mithias feel a little better since losing Tsukune. Then he turned to Raven.

"I'm sorry I haven't explained much to you, Raven. We are now on a mission together to preserve something sacred and precious, family. I hope you understand how important it is, but even if you don't care much for it, Bob is good on his word. We're going were Drac once ruled, to where his family still lives, the forsaken realm. There's a lot of undead, so I could definitely use your help. Will you help a father take care of his daughter?"