episode_0046

The year she turned 10. Her wretched father sold his daughter into slavery in the afterlife.

The dream she had that night was a childhood dream.

It was a memory from long ago, to the point where she couldn’t remember when it was, and the exact names were not well remembered.

They were memories she saw when she begged Ian for comfort during the nightmare.

“You’re still a failure as you were.”

In response to the voices of the specters she had killed with her own hands, Rachel frowned and clenched her fists. It was her own way and method of trying to get out of this illusion.

But it never seemed to end.

Cold sweat streamed down, and Rachel’s expression became increasingly uncomfortable.

A slave’s gesture trying to feel her young body.

Feeling like she might vomit, she thrashed about, but didn’t even flinch.

Finally, in the worst situation, as she clenched her fist so hard that blood dripped along with her labored breath.

“…!!!”

Damp sheets and a throbbing forehead.

The door was left open as if someone had come and gone.

As she urgently took out a vial from her bosom, she felt warmth on her cheek.

“Ian, again.”

Just before arriving at the mansion, the sun was setting. She had just fallen asleep. Of all times, she had to show such a disgraceful sight to him.

Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember how many times she had taken a nap or lay comfortably. Her days were always packed with a murderous schedule.

-Rustle.

A pair of white gloves was taken out from her bosom.

“Ian, Ian, Ian.”

She was confused after the nightmare.

She couldn’t hide her sensitive, fearful, weak self behind a mask.

That’s why she had no choice but to rely on someone.

The precious thing he had given her.

Next to the letter, it was something she treasured like a second treasure.

“…”

-Gulp,

She swallowed.

In case someone was watching, Rachel, who had been looking around for a moment, realized that there was no one around and sniffed the lingering scent on the gloves.

“Ugh… Huh,”

A chill ran down her spine.

Her chest warmed, erasing the ominous feeling she had just experienced.

The scent that made his mind clear was so good.

While sitting on the sofa and secretly looking at the gloves.

“What are you doing here?”

“!!!!!!!!!”

He opens his eyes wide.

Startled, Rachel, who jumped up like a surprised cat, quickly hid something in her hand with superhuman reflexes.

“Ian. At least knock. It’s basic courtesy.”

“I did, didn’t you hear me?”

…”

Was Ian really that absorbed in it?

Her heart, which had silently screamed, now raced even faster due to the relentless pounding of her heart caused by the sweet seasoning called excitement mixed with the wind.

“Oh, that… um.”

As she stared at Ian’s frozen face, her breath quickened even more, and she couldn’t meet his gaze.

Trembling Rachel.

And behind her.

Uriah, who was spreading a fierce look like lightning from head to toe.

“…”

“…Master.”

Uriah, Ian’s lover, was rightfully there.

With just one word from her, it felt like the temperature around them had dropped several degrees.

It was a hostile atmosphere that would have been unimaginable when they were holding hands alone in the carriage yesterday.

“You were with me all day yesterday, right? I asked you to stay by my side.”

“…Uriah, there are circumstances.”

“What circumstances?”

She feels suffocated by the sarcastic expression.

Walking or even running on thin ice between Rachel and Uriah, she is desperately trying to suppress her trembling skin.

Although Rachel is currently smoothing her gloves and lowering her tail, it can be roughly estimated that if they trigger each other, it will soon explode.

The fact that Ian, who would normally answer smoothly, is hesitating means that he must have done something he dislikes openly.

“Do you want to avoid me?”

“No.”

“Then tell me. Why did you sneak away at this time, and in a place where I couldn’t see you?”

“…That.”

“I, surprisingly, developed a sense of smell. I happened to be able to share the sight of the guards around me. I turned them around by chance and saw it.”

…Is he crazy.

The sharing of perspectives within the family requires a much purer power when dealing with such a large family like Uria. It’s truly an impossible task, almost like picking stars from the sky. Even the abilities that could only be obtained in the latter part of the episode, Uria has already achieved.

But there was something even more important.

It means I’ve been watching everything from the beginning.

“…You embraced Lady Rachel again.”

Uria added that sentence in a cold tone.

“…”

Clearly, she heard my voice as well.

“I tried to understand the master. Men like those who are accommodating and understanding… kind people.”

A shadow fell over Uria’s face.

Surely, Rachel, who handles ice, is by my side, but Uria’s atmosphere was so chilly that it could be considered as cold as ice.

“So, I endured and met Ian first thing today as soon as I woke up.”

A fierce wind swept through, causing the curtain to flutter.

Then, with a sharp sound, the curtain that obstructed her view was neatly torn apart.

“Ian, Ian, with someone else….”

-Groan.

The handle of the iron sword clenched.

“You will stay by my side forever, won’t you?”

Once again.

Pressed close enough for our breaths to mingle.

And thus, through the gap in her white bangs.

Uria’s crimson eyes stared.

There was no life in her eyes. Her expression was solely focused on one emotion, excluding dry emotions and the usual atmosphere.

“Quickly, tell me that you’ll stay by my side.”

My vision blurred.

I never thought jealousy would rise to this level.

“…”

However.

I have a cheat code prepared for times like this.

“Suck-”

A warm sensation touched Uria’s neck.

-Swish.

Before I knew it, Ian’s large arms had ensnared the woman’s body.

I immediately tried to break free, but,

“…!”

From the lips that touched my neck, a slight pain mixed with pleasure arose.

This man.

He’s trying to drink his blood right here.

Even though he’s already returned to being human and doesn’t need to feed…!

Just to bring shame upon myself…

“Ah, ah… Suck-”

She quickly covered the momentary moan with her hand.

The flickering gaze, accompanied by a deep blush, gradually lost its charisma and began to deteriorate.

Her eyes unfocused, and her body relaxed, going limp.

“Ban, chik… Ban…chik.”

Consciousness almost slipped away in an instant.

Right now, from where the person next to me is looking.

Master?

Wh-what are you…

No, it’s so different from before. The flustered appearance was nowhere to be seen, and then suddenly, like this, he came in and displayed the vampire’s characteristic affectionate gesture in front of a human. Due to the education she had received since childhood, Yuria knew very well that it was a severely distorted sense of sexuality. She forcibly held onto her increasingly fraying mental thread.

“Hoo.”

A deep, drawn breath.

It feels like most of my brain function has been impaired.

The body feels forcibly buoyant, floating.

“If vampires are lovers, they do this kind of thing, right?”

“…Huk.”

On her always exposed white neck, there remained a red and dark mark.

However, it wasn’t a typical kiss mark; it was some kind of flower-shaped emblem. It was evidence that she had received the ‘mark’ just like the noble vampire, and at the same time, it meant that he had accepted her.

Following human customs, marking each other among vampires holds various meanings. Primarily, it signifies ‘eternal and unchanging love.’

By putting one’s blood into the other, it means making them unforgettable forever… that kind of meaning.

Ian then wiped the blood smeared on his lips and spoke.

“I corresponded with Rachel through letters, but I’ll do this for you. You should understand the significance, right?”

“…”

Yuria’s fingertips began to tremble slightly.

She is wavering.

I suddenly saw through his attitude as if he was trying to accommodate himself. However, the method was too fatal. It was clear that he was different from others who had some reservations about vampires, showing no hesitation in seeking his own blood even after returning to being human, and taking care of himself.

For a moment, I thought the letter was fine.

“Ian, who loves himself the most forever.”

Sincerely, addressed first.

The sound of the pounding heart grew louder, disturbing the ears.

Yuria lightly traced the slightly warm red pattern with her fingers.

It won’t erase… it won’t disappear.

“…With Ian, just the two of us.”

The corners of her mouth twisted. If she knew only the strategy, she could easily conquer even the ice-like woman.

As if there was satisfaction in crossing the line once with eyes closed, Yuria, who timidly smiled at the pattern on her neck, dispelled the ominous atmosphere.

“Marriage, have you decided where it will be?”

“…”

Dodge, dodge.

Unsuitably, Yuria left the place, giggling like an ordinary cute woman.

Eternal and unique companion.