تسجيل الدخولAs they stepped out with such slow movements, it felt as though the entire world had somehow become slower around them. Every single noise seemed to reach their ears, and though most of those sounds were things they would normally have ignored, the tension made them question whether every slight creak came from the natural sounds of the manor or whether it was a warning that Grandmother Sayor was just around the corner, waiting for the right moment to attack. Even the sound of their own footsteps felt unbearably loud, forcing Jane to carefully place each foot down as they moved through the hallway.Jane hadn't seen much from Vanessa, but considering she had decided to take the role of the protector rather than her younger brother Julius, it would mean that she had a better talent for fighting, wouldn't it? There was something about the way Vanessa carried herself that made it clear she wasn't simply putting herself forward because she was the older sibling. She seemed prepared for wha
"GRAWR!"Senior Sayor growled like a wild beast while Victor held him tightly by the neck. The man struggled violently in his grasp, trying to claw at Victor even though both of his arms had already been severed around the elbows. There was barely anything left that could be called human in his movements. He had no hands to grab with, no proper strength to fight with, and yet he continued to thrash around desperately, using whatever remained of his body to attack Victor. Even with his limbs gone, he still tried to lean forward with his jaw, attempting to sink his teeth into Victor's flesh as though the only thought remaining inside his mind was hunger.He was nothing but a shell of himself now. The once-proud Senior Sayor, the man who had always looked down on everyone around him and carried himself as though nothing in the world could ever bring him to his knees, had been reduced to nothing more than a wild beast hungrily devouring anything that came before him. There was no recognit
When Vanessa reached the second floor, she immediately noticed the scratches and marks scattered all over the stairs. Some were deep enough to have carved into the wood, while others looked as though someone had desperately dragged their fingers along the walls while trying to escape. It made her wonder how many had eaten that soup. Who had been affected by it, and who hadn't? The thought made her grip tighten around the weapon in her hand as she carefully continued forward, listening for even the faintest sound. Just then, she heard a clamor from somewhere ahead, loud enough to startle her. Vanessa immediately readied herself to attack whatever had made the noise, her body instinctively tensing as she turned toward the source. But when she looked forward, she found that it was only Julius's hair sticking out from the corner of the wall."If we-""Julius!" Vanessa knew she should keep her voice down, but seeing her younger brother filled her with so much relief that she instantly rush
Victor turned and walked with decisive steps, his expression already settling into the cold composure he was known for. In a situation like this, he knew exactly what had to be done first. There was only one answer, after all: find the source of the problem and eliminate it. Whatever had caused Madam Sayor to turn into a nocturne had to be stopped before it could spread any further.But as his feet carried him down the corridor, they seemed to hesitate.Madam Sayor.And Jane.Wasn’t killing Madam Sayor the priority?Victor’s jaw tightened.In this kind of situation, the weakest would die first. That was the rule of the world, a rule he had been taught and learned ever since he was a child. It was simple, cruel, and absolute. Everyone who entered this world would eventually be forced to obey the strongest, and those who refused would eventually meet the only answer that remained for them.Death.Victor had never questioned that rule.Not when he was young.Not when he had watched weake
When she turned toward the corner, she nearly crashed into someone. The sudden collision earned a sharp click of the tongue, and Vanessa stumbled backward, barely managing to keep herself upright. When she looked up, she found Victor standing before her, his expression already twisted with annoyance. As usual, he looked as though the simple act of being touched by someone had offended him personally, but Vanessa was too breathless and frightened to care.“Is this another one of the tricks your grandmother told you to pull?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. His voice was laced with his usual sarcasm, but the expression on his face slowly changed when he heard her heartbeat. It was beating far too quickly, almost violently against her chest. Victor’s eyes narrowed as he studied her pale face.“Why do you sound scared?”“Grandmother—the soup…” Vanessa began, but another cough violently interrupted her. She covered her mouth, and when she slowly pulled her hand away, her eyes immediately wid
But her grandmother wouldn’t understand it, and Vanessa didn’t feel like explaining all of this again to her, especially when her grandmother would never understand it anyway. There were some things that were simply impossible to explain to someone who had already decided how the world worked, and Vanessa had already learned that trying to make Grandmother Sayor see things differently would only end with the same arguments they had before. So instead, she remained quiet, stirring the soup in front of her as the faint steam rose toward her face. She frowned slightly before looking down at the bowl.“I think that today’s soup smells weird.”“Is it?” Grandmother Sayor didn’t look up as she spoke, continuing to sip the soup from her own spoon, and so did her father. Neither of them seemed bothered by Vanessa’s comment, their attention remaining on their meals as though nothing about the soup was unusual. Vanessa continued to stare at the bowl, her nose slightly wrinkled as she tried to id
The butler pulled from his pocket a jingling sound of metals. She looked to saw the large circular metal that had keys all around the place, jingling in a different color. He seemed to be a little flustered as he tried to choose from between the keys the one that was by far the brightest streak of
Day or night, Jane couldn't tell anymore. All she know was that she had been moved from one place to another. Sometimes alone in a carriage or with so many people in a room. For some reason, her eyes were kept tied with the cloth with no one ever letting her open her eyes at all. But for now, she s
"How was it, Stanley?"The voice came from a woman in her late thirties, her beauty accentuated by the golden jewelry adorning her and her hair styled into a high, elegant updo. Her eyes rested on the butler who had just returned after pushing Jane into the monster's lair, now standing once more be
Her heart raced aloud. Only at this moment did she realized how the situation she faced was. The fact is, the butler had left her inside a room with a man, an adult man! The young master wasn't young as she had guessed, instead, he was a well matured, tall man with a frightening power on the grip t







