Another burst of laughter filled the study. Putting all those unnecessary worries aside, Diaz sat back down and extended his hand to Triss.
"It seems you've lost this time."
"Tsk."
A heavy bag of gold coins was tossed into the man's hand, and Triss turned to look out the window.
"Zefiri has truly betrayed my trust."
"What bet did you make this time?" Sydney asked with interest.
Diaz didn't say anything, but just shook the money bag, making a crisp sound, which, along with his smug laughter, made everyone else cover their ears.
Only when Scarlett's gaze fell on him did the latter finally calm down and cough twice.
"We're just betting on how long Zephyr can hold out in this meeting."
“I bet he’ll leave in forty minutes at most, while Triss thinks he’ll stay for an hour this time.”
“Boring,” Scarlett said, turning her face away.
"Don't you know Zephyr? He's extremely impatient with politics and always falls asleep halfway through a conversation."
Despite saying that, he couldn't help but join the discussion.
The others didn't expose him, otherwise they would have been the ones kicked out by their angry master in the end.
Sidney picked up where he left off, analyzing:
"I think he's either impatient or too lazy. He only cares about protecting his own little piece of territory and has no ambition whatsoever."
“For a vampire prince, that’s already the biggest drawback,” Scarlett sneered.
“Not everyone is like you, always thinking about ruling the world,” Diaz couldn’t help but defend. “I think Zephyr’s personality is pretty good.”
"What's so good about it?"
Scarlett lazily propped his head up, casually flipped through the documents on the table, pulled out a copy, and waved it around.
“One of the prince’s important duties is to make judgments, but he always bothers me with trivial matters. Which family’s servants are fighting again? Which vampire has committed a crime? Which human has trespassed into the territory again…”
“Aren’t these things easy to handle? Yet he always hesitates, unable to understand their motives, and unsure of what kind of judgment to make.”
"..."
Diaz fell silent, and Sydney delivered the final blow.
"Ah, he asked me those questions too."
“Actually, Lysen is not wrong,” Triss said. “Zefiri’s personality is really not like that of a vampire prince.”
"Sometimes he's...too soft-hearted."
Of course, this is mainly in comparison to these sufficiently cold-blooded vampires.
"If he had a choice, I guess he would prefer to be an ordinary scholar."
Sydney shrugged.
"But we all know he's never been good at making choices."
"He's still too young."
"Rarely," Morel spoke up.
“Excuse me for being frank, but I think I’m a few years younger than him, aren’t I?” Scarlett raised an eyebrow.
"..."
"So what kind of advice did you give him?"
As Sydney spoke, she opened the document he had taken out separately, and everyone in the study gathered around.
There were several words written in large red ink on it.
—Kill him.
—Kill them all.
"..."
It seems that you two are not much different in age.
On the other side, in the garden.
Having escaped her friends' teasing, Zephyr finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't even take the main road, but instead used vampire magic to bypass the guards on the road and land silently in the blooming courtyard.
But when he arrived, he discovered that someone had already arrived before him, and he was the uninvited guest.
The boy turned his back slightly, revealing only half of his profile, which was hazily illuminated by the moonlight, as he gently lowered his head to smell a rose.
His eyelids were lowered, and his long, thick eyelashes cast a small shadow. Each slight tremor was like a storm stirred up by butterfly wings.
For some reason, Zephyr subconsciously concealed his presence even more deeply.
Leisen loved flowers, and his garden was filled with the world’s rarest and most beautiful roses, tended day and night by the best gardeners.
But Zephyr felt that the plant in the boy's hand was far less delicate and red than his lips.
The silver-haired prince suddenly felt thirsty, and his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly for a moment.
It was just a slight noise, but it sounded like a thunderclap, so clear in his ears. The boy seemed to have noticed the watchful gaze from the shadows, and suddenly let go of his hand and turned his head.
But when he looked over, there was only a gentle breeze rustling through the flowers, and no one was there.
……Oh.
Willie withdrew his gaze and continued his dazed state.
Judging from Scarlett's attitude of not wanting to see him, Scarlett should not have memories of reality like he does.
Otherwise, he would have rushed over immediately to mock Willy, who had just rejected him.
What about love at first sight, what about intense pursuit, what about getting what you want...?
He certainly knows how to have a good dream.
Even their own memories were erased...
To fool your prey, you must first fool yourself...?
But given the current situation, it's unclear who the sober hunter really is.
Thinking of this, a hint of joy suddenly flashed in Willy's previously calm eyes, rippling slightly and shimmering. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile.
His eyes and brows relaxed, his eyes sparkled, his lips parted slightly, revealing a moist, smooth pink tongue, and his face swayed in the night like a rose gradually blooming.
The breathing in the darkness became heavier for a moment.
Vili suddenly felt a dampness under his eyelids, and instinctively looked up, spreading his palms to feel it.
It's raining.
In order not to disrupt this fragile dream, Vili did not use magic, but let the drizzle gradually wet his body, the water droplets sliding down his platinum-gold hair and then down his neck.
The white silk shirt is lightweight and its fitted design accentuates a slender waist, but it becomes slightly transparent due to the rain and clings tightly to the skin.
Unable to contain his footsteps, Vili lowered his head slightly, as if still fascinated by observing the roses before him, but spoke just before they touched him.
"You've arrived."
The man did not speak.
Willy wasn't annoyed. Instead, he reached out to the rose in front of him, carefully avoiding the thorns growing on the stem, and gently broke off a branch, placing it in his hand.
Then he turned around and handed it to the person in front of him.
"I've always been here waiting for you. Like this rose, even though its beauty fades, I hope it will bloom eternally in your hands."
He looked up.
"--my sweetheart."
Her pale skin was as smooth as fresh snow, while her long, flowing hair, shimmering like moonlight, revealed an inhuman beauty.
The tall man stared blankly at the boy. The garden in the rain became a blurred background, leaving only his noble and handsome features. His dark red eyes trembled slightly, and the boy reflected in them brought him back to the human world.
Wait, who are you, bro?
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