As he drew the dagger, blood splattered out, staining Vili's pale, vampire-like hands with the blood trickling down his fingers to his wrists, and even staining his cuffs.
He first twirled the sword, then put away the weapon that had been with him for so long and that he loved. After that, he didn't seem to care at all and wiped his soft lips with the back of his hand, as if he had accidentally smeared lipstick on them, leaving an irregularly shaped and conspicuous mark.
The moon cast its light upon the world with equality and compassion, illuminating the boy and revealing a strange yet beautiful beauty.
"A touch of blood... and here we are, isn't that it?"
He spoke to the system.
Do I look like a vampire now?
"Is there any doubt about that?" The system's usually serious electronic voice sounded somewhat humorous at this moment. "If there were a Halloween costume contest at this market, host, you would definitely be number one!"
"Oh, Il, you flatter me."
After exchanging a few compliments, Vili was in an even better mood, and the corners of his lips even curved into a smile.
Seeing Si Yuan's final expression made his long wait for him in the castle worthwhile; it was truly... the best show he had ever seen in the world.
The arrogant hunter donned a wolf skin, mingled with the wolf pack, and even willingly used himself as bait, cutting off pieces of his own flesh to feed them. He endured his craving day and night, carefully selecting the most beautiful wolf as his reward.
However, just as he was about to eat, he discovered—
It turns out the other party was also a hunter in disguise.
This is so interesting.
“Il, you should have recorded his expression just now. I could watch it over and over again.”
"Host, I have a question," the system asked curiously, "If you didn't like Si Yuan, why did you drink his blood in the first place, and even... cough cough..."
The pure system was too embarrassed to continue.
Every time that happens, the host cuts off their visual sharing; it's almost gotten used to it.
Although it appeared that Vili had lost his mind and was controlled by his vampire instincts, the system knew that if the host truly did not want to, nothing could change his will.
"I really like him."
The conversation felt strangely familiar, and Willie's tone was light and cheerful.
"If I didn't like him, why would I have spent so much time with him?"
Si Yuan was indeed very likable in the past. She was skilled in cooking and cleaning, and also quite accomplished in gardening. She knew exactly how to serve the young master.
Whether as a steward or a blood servant, he did both jobs very well, and he even played the role of the chief god's lackey very well, bringing Vili a lot of fun.
However, Willy likes intelligent people, but dislikes those who are self-righteous.
From the moment Si Yuan decided to obey the system's instructions and actually kill him, Vili also sentenced the other party to death.
Perhaps Si Yuan had other plans in mind, but what did that have to do with Vili?
If you want to kill me, then I will kill you too.
This is the reasoning behind Willy's theory.
What's the point of talking about him?
The people in the courtroom were still bewitched by the magic, and their jubilant shouts gave Vili a headache. The fickle young man snapped his fingers.
"I've had a lot of fun in this world, but it's time—"
He was only halfway through his sentence when the surroundings fell silent in an instant, almost deathly quiet.
At the same time, slow and steady footsteps sounded, the crowd parted, and a hunched-over man in black robes walked out.
"--idiot."
"They didn't even realize they were being deceived by such vile magic."
He seemed to be cursing the people in the courtroom, but his gaze seemed to sweep over the lifeless Si Yuan, and he gave a barely perceptible cold snort.
Behind him, the rest of the men in black robes bowed their heads respectfully, none daring to object.
This is because he is the highest leader of the court—the presiding judge. Although he has been out of touch with worldly affairs for a long time, everyone knows of his existence and deeds.
He was the mastermind behind the massacre of the Hughes family, a ruthless strategist, a victor on the power chessboard, and a bloodthirsty hunter.
Of course, Willie doesn't know any of this yet.
The old man's sinister gaze swept over Vili inch by inch, like an old but still greedy hyena, not letting go of any opportunity in his grasp.
He tapped the ground with his poplar staff, and at the same time, a magical barrier targeting vampires silently enveloped the entire alley.
Vili rarely saw such a simple magical barrier, abandoning all unnecessary and cumbersome functions, created entirely to restrain vampires.
Seeing that he wasn't afraid at all, and even seemed a little eager to try, the old man under the mask smiled, his wrinkles crinkling together.
The innocent young master is like a princess who has been locked up in a high tower for more than ten years, unaware of the danger he is in.
Did his recent experience give him the right to be arrogant?
The presiding judge was in no hurry to take action; he spoke slowly.
“Vili…Vili Hughes.”
"One of the filthy bloodlines of the main branch of the Hughes family that was overlooked, a son of sin, proof of our small mistake."
"I never imagined you would dare to leave that hateful castle alone and stand before the court. Perhaps I wasn't forceful enough when I severed your parents' fragile heads back then, and didn't leave a deep enough impression on you."
"Want to ask Elian Hughes how he's been begging for mercy all these years while we're hunting him down?"
As he spoke, he removed the skull mask from his face, revealing a deeply lined, aged face.
On his right eye was a deep scar, like the shadow of a nightmare, which flashed through Willy's mind like lightning.
No.
Those weren't Willy's memories... but the original owner's.
On that blood-red, stormy night, his personal butler hid him in a narrow, dark closet. Through the slight opening and closing of the door, a blinding white electric light illuminated the scene inside, including the face etched in his heart.
The wound... was still dripping blood, making the evil spirit even more terrifying and horrifying.
“...Sestin”.
Vili murmured his name.
The judge burst into laughter: "I knew you wouldn't forget."
“To make up for this oversight I made, Vili, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.”
"And today is the day you reunite with those wailing, pitiful fellows."
"Thank me."
Sestin raised his staff, then drew a long silver sword from it, and his hunched back slowly straightened, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Vili, his imposing presence astonishing.
For the first time, Willy looked up and looked seriously at the person in front of him.
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