After a long time, Elijah had a dream.
This is not common among vampires.
Dreams are fragments of past memories and collections of subconscious emotions. For non-humans like them, the former is too much and the latter too little.
Fortunately, Elijah had already burned them all and given them to someone else.
Therefore, there's no need to ask who might appear in his dreams.
Her youthful features already hinted at the beginnings of her future stunning beauty. The velvet fabric wrapped around her figure, and Vili rarely wore such a vibrant color as red. The gold-embroidered vine patterns were eye-catching, and her shiny black patent leather shoes touched the ground, making her seem like a hurricane sweeping through the hall.
Only he could run freely in the castle without being scolded by the old butler.
Elijah's gaze involuntarily followed the direction, but he only realized he was dreaming a second before he spoke.
Despite being conscious, they have no physical form and can only observe everything from a fixed, purely third-person perspective.
This was a novel experience for him, so he wasn't in a hurry to wake up.
Another set of footsteps sounded, and Elijah looked in the direction of the sound.
The older-looking vampire stopped in his tracks. He was already of man age, tall and slender, with a somber expression, like a flawless sculpture.
And that handsome face was something he could see day and night.
That is—
He himself.
"Young Master Elijah."
As if to confirm his idea, the surrounding scene changed to a study at some point, and Deville spoke softly.
"What brings you here?"
Eleanor looked up as if startled awake, his long, pale fingers rubbing his temples. A strand of neatly styled hair fell down with his movement, making his sharp features appear unexpectedly fragile.
He spoke.
“Deville… I’m sorry to bother you when you’re so busy.”
"Your affairs are my affairs, how can it be considered a disturbance?"
Seeing "Elian" purse her lips, the wise and elderly butler's eyes flickered slightly.
"If I'm not mistaken, you... are you troubled by Master Vili, aren't you?"
"..."
Although "Elian" remained silent, his expression revealed that Deville was absolutely right.
The old butler lowered his head knowingly.
"Regarding this matter, I suggest you speak with Young Master Willy in person."
“But…” Elijah finally spoke, his voice low and somewhat hoarse, “The problem is that Vili simply won’t see me.”
"You could even say that he was..."
These words, like sharp-edged pebbles, were uttered with difficulty by the man.
"You're avoiding me."
Did I do something wrong?
He hadn't been so flustered since he came of age, and he hadn't even bothered with his usual manners.
"Was I gone for too long this time? But I clearly returned within the scheduled time."
"Was it because the gift I returned didn't suit his taste? Can I take it back..."
"Young Master Elijah."
Deville's calm tone, as always, brought him back to his senses.
"...I lost my composure."
Deville shook his head slightly.
"Excuse me for being frank, but you don't need to feel so anxious."
“Young Master Willy is at a special age now, so it’s understandable that he occasionally shows some unusual behavior.”
"……is that so?"
"Elian's" voice sounded somewhat uncertain.
Deville smiled.
"Perhaps... have you considered giving young master Willy a little more space?"
"..."
Even a fledgling bird will eventually spread its wings.
Ah... Ahh.
Elijah remembered.
Rather than calling it a dream, it's more accurate to say it's a replay of his memories.
That did happen at that time.
For some reason, after he finished his work and returned to the castle, Willy kept avoiding him and refused to even speak to him.
Elijah nearly broke down at that moment.
later……
The dream continues.
What do you mean by that?
"Elian" asked, her eyes lowered and her emotions unreadable.
"Did Vili tell you this?"
"Is he... tired of me?"
Deville was surprised.
Why would you think that?
"Please don't say that. All the servants in the castle have witnessed how much Master Vili depends on you."
"but……"
A sharp pressure spread through the air, invisibly pressing and tightening.
Deville should have stopped there, but he didn't.
"Young Master Willy will grow up eventually."
"By then, he should also possess the same..."
"free."
“This includes normal social interaction. Confining him to the castle was a last resort... He still doesn’t have a single friend his own age.”
Deville wore an expression that was almost one of pity, but only Elian, who was outside the dream, could see it clearly.
The "Elian" who was actually facing him was standing in front of the desk, supporting his body with his arms, his head hanging down as if he were being strangled, so dizzy that he could not see clearly in front of him.
Deville's words materialized into a rope that bound him, and he opened his mouth several times before finally letting out a faint sound.
"That kind of thing...is not important at all."
"..."
Deville paused.
"Elian" seemed to be seeking recognition, and met his eyes.
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