Blood-red pupils swept over the unfinished portrait in front of him, then slowly moved away, landing on the covered painting placed in the corner.
Leisen walked over step by step, his fingertips still trembling, but he resolutely tore off the covering cloth and met the gaze of the boy in the painting.
He stared at it for a long time.
long time.
Finally, he unexpectedly stepped forward and embraced the enormous painting.
The flame ignited from the boy's fingertips, burning a ring of charred yellow onto the canvas. It curled and expanded rapidly, like a snake's tongue licking his face and body, devouring him completely.
Leisen kept his eyes closed, and this fiery feast did not send him an invitation, nor did it ignite him even as he turned to ashes.
Finally, he let go of her.
There was nothing in front of him, yet it was as if he were looking at an invisible mirror. He stretched out his index finger and touched the corners of his mouth, forcing a faint smile.
Happy newborn, Leisen.
He said to himself.
Willy, who was already on his way back to his room, was unaware of everything that had happened in the art studio.
Hearing the servants greeting him in the corridor, he suddenly thought of someone.
There's no storyline involving Lyssen in the original work, so even Il doesn't know anything about him. But since he's lived in the castle all his life, who could be more familiar with the place than Deville?
Perhaps I can…
Upon opening the bedroom door, Willy's thoughts came to an abrupt halt.
"...Why are you here?"
These days he's been hanging around Leisen so much that he's almost forgotten he has an "old toy."
"Si Yuan".
He called out the other person's name.
The tall, imposing man was dressed in a neat and spotless black butler's uniform, his entire being hidden in the shadows. He slightly raised his eyes, and a glint of light flashed in his iris-purple eyes, a look that seemed to hold both resentment and pity.
"I didn't expect the young master to still remember me."
"..."
“...Speak properly.”
Isn't that so?
Si Yuan was unexpectedly "aggressive" in a way that was different from usual.
"Young Master spends all his time running to other people's dirty little rooms. How come he remembers that there's a blood servant he personally selected still living alone in an empty room?"
"..."
Vili thought that Si Yuan might need to retake her language courses.
Si Yuan immediately saw what he was thinking, and suddenly covered her face with her hands, her voice even choking up.
"As the only human in the castle, I was already ostracized and bullied... Everyone else looked down on me, even the young master's dog could step on my head."
"But as long as the young master loves me, it's all worth it."
"But now... even you have forgotten me, what meaning is there for me to live?"
As Si Yuan spoke, he actually pulled out a knife from his pocket and held it to his neck.
【…Host, aren't you overacting?】
Even 314 couldn't help but complain.
Shh. I'm playing out an important part of the story.
"..."
That's a lie! Vili has read the original work; there's no such plot in the script at all!
not to mention……
"Stop pretending, you didn't even shed a tear."
Having seen Leisen so many times, Willie felt he was now an expert at spotting tears.
...although he didn't want such an honor.
When he saw through her, Si Yuan wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, she pretended to be sad and sniffled.
"After all, I'm not like some people who only know how to seduce young masters."
"Do you remember what I said when we first met?"
"I want to give you my whole body without reservation."
He softened his voice and spoke very slowly.
"And now is the time for me to keep my promise."
To Willy's disbelief, the man's sharp knife sliced across his neck, blood gushing out and staining his white collar.
But those magical purple eyes met the boy's gaze directly.
"Young master... please have mercy on me."
Immediately afterwards, a strange fragrance uncontrollably entered Willy's nose.
"you--"
Before Vili could finish speaking, he could no longer hear the system's calls.
In the deep darkness, the ruby's pupils deepened in color, as if soaked in blood, gleaming with an ominous light. Her lips unconsciously parted slightly, revealing two sharp teeth that were now strikingly conspicuous, but Si Yuan's gaze remained fixed only on the wet, crimson tip of her tongue.
Before Willy realized it, he had already pounced on the man and knocked him to the ground.
The knife in Si Yuan's hand fell silently onto the carpet, while his blood-red gloves gripped the boy's lower back tightly, leaving an indelible mark.
These are the clothes I dressed the young master with my own hands, so it's only right that I get them dirty myself.
Isn't that right?
A damp touch came from the side of his neck. Si Yuan's face was pale from blood loss and pain. He tightened the hug slightly, but did not hurt Vili at all.
Then, he took off his gloves and placed one hand on the back of the boy's platinum-blonde head, stroking it gently.
Despite engaging in such a near-self-destructive act, in the shadows unseen by Vili, his expression remained remarkably calm, with only a gentle smile playing on his lips.
[...]
Watching all this unfold, 314 felt inexplicably uneasy, but it tried to comfort itself.
All of this was within the host's plan.
Although the initial bleeding was heavy, it only looked terrible. In reality, Si Yuan's wound was not large, and the blood that gushed out slowly congealed, and no more could be sucked out.
This was hardly enough to satisfy the pampered vampire prince.
The moment the tiny fangs touched the warm human skin, they brought a strange chill, like a snowflake falling on it, but this was immediately followed by a sharp, stinging pain.
Si Yuan groaned, his body tensing up instinctively. The veins on his arms, hidden in his sleeves, bulged, and his hand moved involuntarily, grabbing the back of Vili's collar.
Feeling a bit itchy, the drowsy boy tried to avoid his movements, making small, animal-like whimpers from his nose.
Si Yuan couldn't help but laugh.
His lips were pale as he made a "shh" sound and exhaled a cold breath.
"Young Master, my lovely Young Master."
"Goodness, don't attract those uninvited guests."
Blood kept flowing out, only to be rolled into the mouth by the tip of the tongue without wasting a single drop, even staining the tip of Willie's small nose with an irregular red tinge.
Gradually, Si Yuan felt warmer.
He gently tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling, feeling as if the patterns on it were gradually rotating and changing, becoming exactly the same as those in his home.
Thinking of that place, he closed his eyes wearily, and a sound escaped his throat as he began to hum a lullaby.
The sound seemed to attract Willy's attention. The boy, who was gradually feeling full, stopped sucking and curiously turned his head to look at him.
Strangely, as Willy's fangs left his neck, the cuts on them slowly began to heal, eventually leaving no trace.
Only two small, bright holes remained in their original positions.
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