เข้าสู่ระบบ"How many people have you trapped with this little trick of yours?" Victor asked then while Rahaul was still startled by his blatant refusal. He even added with a light smirk on his lips, "Do you think that just because you knew one of the elders, everything you do goes? There are rules in this place but of course, us vampires, never want to follow the said rules. We like pretending they only exist for other people. We like pretending that if nobody complains then there is no crime. It is quite fascinating actually."Rahaul gritted his teeth. "They know this is my feeding ground.""They know but I can make it into a problem," Victor said with the widest grin of a child who was about to create trouble and knew exactly how to make one's life into a nightmare. He slowly turned his head around the room, his eyes lingering on the walls, the staircase, the furniture, before eventually looking back at Rahaul. "Let's think, I saw the few shoes outside the mansion yet there isn't the same amou
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"The feminine laughter echoed throughout the place as Jane rushed away from the servant quarter. The sound followed her like a curse, bouncing against the walls and slipping through every corridor she passed through. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, it remained lodged inside her ears. She couldn't tell anymore whose laughter it belonged to, whether it was the lady of the house, Valaria, or the child of the house, Liliana. Or if they really laughed at all. Perhaps it was even her imagination that had caused her to hear that ringing laughter. Perhaps fear had finally driven her to the edge. Yet it sounded far too real, far too delighted. By the time she noticed the laughter had stopped, a shadow had spilled over her and before she could react, a hard force collided against her, making her stumble forward and bump straight into the chest of a man.When her face lifted upward to see who it was, all the blood immediately drained from her face. "V... Victor."Vi
Where they had gone to was none other than the back route leading toward the servant quarters. Oddly enough, the servant quarters were surprisingly small. Jane had expected something larger considering the size of the mansion, yet there were only a handful of rooms lined neatly along the corridor. What caught her attention even more was the complete lack of servants. Since arriving, she hadn't seen a single maid carrying linens, nor a footman moving furniture, nor a cook passing through the hallways. The absence was strange enough to make her uneasy. It beckoned her to wonder whether the house was somehow managed entirely by Rahaul and his wife. Yet that didn't make sense either. While the mansion wasn't enormous, it was still far too large for a single family to maintain on their own. The gardens alone would require constant upkeep. Then there were the floors, the furniture, the laundry and the cooking. The workload would be impossible for only two people.Furthermore, Rahaul's wif
From the way Morningstar was talking, it was as if he knew Hades better than her but how could that be? The certainty in his voice whenever he spoke about him irritated her more than she wanted to admit."For someone who claims to have no concern for Hades's life, you have a lot of facts you think you know about him," Evangeline frowned as she said this and added, "Do you really think the person you brought back into this world will be happy to know who you sacrificed? No one would be happy to come back alive at the cost of someone else's life.""You," the purple haired man behind Morningstar gritted his teeth, his face showing deep anger at her words as though earlier she hadn't stopped him from being whipped again or even killed by his own master. "How dare you utter those words..."But when she looked up, she found Morningstar looking at her with a face that was almost rigid. The usual smile was gone. The amusement was gone. For once, he wasn't acting like a strange and overly frie
The wife of the man hadn't looked at her even once and though Jane initially worried that perhaps this was a sign of being unwelcome, she soon realized that wasn't the case at all. The woman simply seemed incapable of looking anywhere else. Her gaze remained entirely fixed on her husband, almost as though she had forgotten there were other people standing around them. There was something strangely intense about the way she looked at him. Not obsessive. Not unsettling. Rather, it was the look of someone completely captivated. Her eyes followed his every movement as though he were the only thing worth seeing. Even when he shifted slightly or adjusted the child in his arms, her attention moved with him naturally. Jane had never seen anyone stare at another person with such open affection before. The woman didn't even seem to notice Jane's presence, nor did she pay much attention to her own daughter.The little girl, however, appeared to notice everything.While her mother remained focuse
But no matter how alert Jane was, she wouldn't mistake the signs of danger, especially when she was being invited by a strange man to his house. Every warning she had ever learned immediately surfaced inside her mind. She had spent enough time around people to know that kindness could be genuine but it could also be a disguise. Men rarely offered help without reason. Even if this man appeared pleasant, she had no intention of blindly trusting him. Yet before she could gather the courage to refuse, he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver locket. With an almost casual motion, he opened it and turned it toward her. "Do you see this girl here?"Jane hesitated before leaning slightly forward. Curiosity got the better of her. Inside the locket was a small painted portrait of a young girl sitting happily on the man's lap. The child appeared no older than seven, her smile bright and carefree. The man's own smile softened considerably at the sight of the portrait, becoming







