"Villi...which room does he live in?"

Zephyr seemed to realize his lapse in composure, and awkwardly changed the subject, but turned and rushed out the door almost impatiently, his eyes even carrying a silent urging.

"...Your Highness, please come with me."

Deville always felt that the prince's concern for young master Willy seemed to have gone beyond normal boundaries, but the loyal butler forcibly suppressed his inner doubts and uncertainties, leaving only obedience to his master's wishes.

He believed that, no matter what, His Highness would not harm the young master.

Zephyr followed his pace, maintaining his usual elegance but moving at a surprisingly faster speed.

After passing through a winding, dark corridor, the two arrived at a door, and Deville turned to gesture to Zephyr.

"Your Highness, young master Vili lives here."

He was speaking when he noticed that in the dim light, the prince's silver hair reflected a soft sheen. He pursed his lips and reached out to tidy his messy hair.

"..."

Deville felt a little dazed.

But he didn't know that Zephyr, who was sitting opposite him, was actually in a much more chaotic state of mind.

The moment I heard that name... everything I had experienced in the past, whether in dreams or in reality, the memories related to the boy, were like scattered puzzle pieces, and in an instant they were all put together.

Others might not know, but as Lysen's friend, he was fully aware of the other's vampire talent.

When falsehood becomes truth, truth becomes falsehood...

Leisen probably forgot that their souls were intertwined, and when he entered the dream, he inevitably brought Zephyri along with him.

But why did he use his powers on Vili?

However, when the door opened, the silver-haired prince met the gaze of the astonished boy, and he understood everything.

"Would you be willing to be like we were when we first met..."

He took a step forward, gently bent down, lowered his eyes, and raised the corners of his lips.

"Could you send me another rose?"

"..."

Vili stood there, stunned.

As the candlelight flickered, he clearly saw the vulnerability in Zephyr's eyes, which instantly transported him back to the night he ran away from his wedding.

He opened his lips, but before he could utter a sound, he was interrupted by the man's movement.

Zephyr pressed down on Vili's pounding heart, pushed him into the room and pinned him against the wall, and the door behind him locked silently, so fast that Deville didn't even have time to react.

Feeling the real touch and warmth in his arms, he inhaled the fragrance of the boy's hair and spoke softly:

"Don't say sorry."

"And don't say goodbye."

"..."

Even though he was the one who was imprisoned, Vili could feel Zephyr trembling, as if he would shatter into pieces if he were touched.

...He was afraid.

Breaking free from such an embrace was easy, but Vili didn't know where to begin.

Bang!

The next second, the bedroom door was smashed open, splinters of wood flew everywhere, and then Deville's anxious voice could be heard.

"Your Highness Lysen—"

He was speaking when a familiar yet invisible force rushed towards him, but was stopped by Zephyr's wave of his hand just before it touched his body.

Scarlett was reluctant to spare a glance for anyone else, keeping her eyes fixed on Vili, and when she saw that unsightly silver figure, a mocking smile crept across her face.

"Zefiri...it's you again."

How lucky... always one step ahead of him.

The prince, whose name he had called, remained calm, gently releasing his embrace and giving the order:

"Deville, protect Vili."

Then, the two princes launched their attack almost simultaneously, but both avoided the boy's location.

"..."

His previously chaotic thoughts were interrupted. Willy looked away, glanced at the rickety, broken door, and at Deville rushing towards him, and sighed softly.

His bedroom... needs to be renovated again.

But compared to this...

When he met Deville's concerned yet puzzled gaze, Willie couldn't help but look away.

“Il…”

The voice speaking to the system sounded strangely weak and listless.

"Host, I'm here!"

The system remained as innocent and lively as ever, but every word it uttered seemed to pierce Vili's heart.

"You slept for so long! I was even hesitating whether to wake you up!"

"And why can't I understand what Zephyr is saying? You've never even met before! What's he talking about with roses? And why are those two fighting again? In the original work..."

"..."

"Il".

Vili interrupted its incessant chatter in a somber tone.

"The world is doomed."

"Let's restart it."

"..."

"Huh?"

-

Despite saying that, Vili still wanted to struggle a little longer... at least he wanted to see Si Yuan's show.

The turtle retreated into its shell. Scalette in the dream gave Vili inspiration. He temporarily stayed in the guest room, immediately set up a magical barrier, and did not leave the house for several days.

Zephyr and he shared an unspoken understanding; every day he would leave a love letter outside Vili's window, but he was never in a hurry to open the tightly closed door to his heart.

The old promise has been fulfilled; roses have been planted in his castle, but they still need time to bloom.

And he never lacked patience.

While dealing with the piles of official documents, Zephyr also accepted Lansa's request to teach the newly awakened half-vampire in his spare time.

Despite the utterly bizarre plot twists that occur during his interactions with Vili, the latter seems to gradually accept his fate and, like in the original work, leans towards the vampire's side.

She yearned for power and hoped to be able to help Vili more in the future.

Perhaps, after escaping the Inquisition's pursuit, she could take Vili away from the castle... and let him see the wider world.

As for Scarlett... perhaps in the past, as the God of War, he could have stopped Zephyr's advance, but now, trapped in a weak body, he can only lick his wounds in resentment, like a venomous snake curled up in its lair, waiting for an opportunity.

For a moment, the castle seemed to return to its former tranquility, but beneath the surface of the water, undercurrents surged.

Of all the people, Deville was probably the most confused. Confusion lingered in his mind, but his master remained silent, never giving him a clear answer.

For the first time, this seasoned old butler realized that he seemed to be out of touch with the times.

So when he received a letter from young master Elijah inquiring about his brother's recent situation, he hesitated for a long time before telling him everything that had happened recently.

The next day, the arrogant and aloof man, travel-worn, appeared outside the castle gates under the moonlight, and then knocked on Willy's door.

Amid Scarlett's cold laugh, Zephyr's downcast gaze, and Deville's worried expression—

The barrier opened automatically for Elijah.