The scent of the little vampire still seemed to linger at the tip of his nose. Dario whimpered and covered his nose with his paw.
He knew that his name was Vili, and he was the only cub in this dark castle.
...But that wicked vampire who's always trying to drive him away, doesn't he look like a cub too? Dario tilted his head, trying to dispel the horrible thought.
In short, Willie was the first person who didn't hate him, never hit him, and would even hug him.
He even gave himself a name.
Strangely, for some reason, he always called himself "little dog".
Dario pondered for a very long time, until his eyes were almost closed and he was about to lose consciousness, when suddenly a small light bulb lit up above his head.
I understand!
This must be because I am a dog!
It wasn't because he had no name, nor because of his unusual fur color, but because he wasn't a werewolf that he was beaten and verbally abused, and even had his last remaining life taken away.
They say that werewolves and vampires are natural enemies, hating each other and fighting to the death.
But Vili saved himself.
So... I'm a puppy!
Having figured everything out, Dario happily rubbed against the fur collar of his cloak and fell into a deep sleep.
What will tomorrow be like?
This was the first time he had ever looked forward to something like this.
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—Dario opened his eyes.
Since the day he was given a name, countless tomorrows have passed, and he is now completely familiar with this territory, except for a few rooms that he is not allowed to approach.
But today, he couldn't sleep, just like that day.
His dark nose sniffed around in the fabric beneath him, but no matter how hard he looked, all he could find was his own scent, not Willy's.
"Waaah..."
Dario couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, which he then swallowed back with a sense of grievance.
He sniffed himself again, rubbing his silvery-white fur to make it messy, but could only find the scent of shampoo and conditioner.
The wolf cub shook its head and sneezed.
The old vampire, like an elder, always looked at him expressionlessly. Although he wouldn't curse him like a bad vampire, Dario knew that he hated him too.
He said he smelled like a werewolf, so every day someone would throw him into the water and wash him over and over again.
But I'm clearly a dog, how could I possibly smell bad?
Dario wrinkled his nose in displeasure and grumbled inwardly.
He knew that everyone in this castle hated him just as much as the people in his old home did.
But it doesn't matter, Dario doesn't like them either. Compared to himself, they're the ones who smell bad.
and……
In his memory, Willy's smile shone brightly in the night, more dazzling than the vibrant red roses blooming behind him, making Dario forget to retract his protruding tongue.
In this world, it's enough if you're the only one who likes me.
……Owner.
Thinking of this, he tried to find the familiar scent from the cloak, but there was none.
His icy blue eyes betrayed his anxiety. Dario straightened up, looked around the empty room, and took two steps forward.
He actually saw Vili every day, but at the same time, the evil vampire with the same hair color as the boy would also be standing by, watching him intently.
Hugs, licking, and affectionate gestures... all must be done when the other person can't see.
Dario hates him the most in this house!
Thinking of this, he opened his mouth, slightly revealing his sharp teeth, and grinded them impatiently.
If Elijah were to see this, he would probably use it as evidence of his untamed nature.
Dallio is too weak; he can't beat him.
He suppressed his chaotic thoughts, picked up his cloak, and slowly paced around the room, finally stopping in front of the door, looking up at the doorknob that seemed too high for him.
For the first few days after they arrived, the servants would lock the door, but they stopped doing that later.
Do you feel like you can't open it?
Dario blinked, and the next second, his figure stretched and changed in a flash of white light, transforming into the werewolf who had appeared in the garden that day.
He shook out the cloak in his hands and unfolded it, then draped it over his shoulders and couldn't help but rub his cheek against the collar affectionately.
Click.
The mechanical structure inside the lock cylinder rotates, and the door opens with a click.
Even in broad daylight, the castle was deserted. All the blood servants were asleep, and even the candles had been extinguished. In the dark corridors, only Dario's footsteps could be heard.
He sniffed and walked in one direction without hesitation.
He rarely uses this body; compared to his wolf form, it is far too fragile to withstand the relentless beatings from the other wolf cubs.
But now, no one will hit him anymore.
So it should be... okay, right?
Standing outside Vili's door, Dario opened it with ease.
His bare feet made almost no sound on the carpet. He quietly closed the door and peered into the room.
This wasn't his first time here. Faced with the glittering gems scattered all over the ground and the luxurious decorations everywhere, Dario looked away uninterestedly.
His gaze swept over the enormous wardrobe, and he stared at it for several seconds before licking his lips.
He remembered... he had found many clothes with Vili's scent here last time, as if he were being held in Vili's arms, his heart immersed in sweet water.
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