Chapter 119 Burnt to ashes (Childhood) "I'm here to pick you up."...
Needless to say, the death of the two elderly blood slaves did not cause any sensation. The guards simply cleaned the lake hastily and randomly assigned a blood slave to take care of Cecia.
Having just lost her parents, Cecilia no longer had the energy she once had. She had a dull expression, red eyes, and looked lifeless.
"...Can you leave my parents' bodies to me?"
She clung to her parents' clothes tightly and refused to let go no matter what.
"Corpse? That thing will stink and breed bugs. How can you leave it in the blood slave camp?"
The guard raised his eyebrows and looked at Cecia in surprise, "Who will be responsible if the nobles get sick?"
"Go, go, go play!"
The guard didn't take the child's words seriously and simply cut off the piece of clothes she was holding.
"But……"
Cecia wanted to say something else, but was choked back by the sudden burst of flames.
The blazing flames brushed against her face and ignited. The flames shot up into the sky and illuminated the surroundings. The heat waves, accompanied by the sound of burning, made beads of sweat appear on the foreheads of the people around her.
But she felt the biting cold.
The body was quickly devoured by the flames, leaving only a handful of ashes, which were blown away by the morning breeze, leaving her with nothing.
Her parents, who usually love her and don't want her to do any heavy work.
Just disappeared from the world.
Having witnessed everything, she was forced to accept separation and death.
That day, the boy disappeared.
It was as if the death of her parents had taken the boy away.
I heard that the boy was taken back by the vampires. His blood suddenly awakened, and amazing magic power burst out of his body. For a vampire of his age, such magic power makes him a chosen one among thousands.
A certain nobleman valued his talent and, considering his noble bloodline, made an exception and took him back, reportedly intending to train him as his successor.
That's a good thing for him.
For Cecia, it was like losing her parents and friends overnight, without even the last bit of comfort.
"…It's your day to donate blood, don't dilly-dally!"
The guard's rebuke awoke her consciousness, and she lifted her feet and staggered out.
These days, Cecilia lived in a daze, like a walking corpse without a soul.
"Hurry up! Who are you showing off to by looking so dead?"
The whip fell mercilessly on her body, and the pain drove her to move on, but her consciousness still remained in that night.
The strong smell of blood always lingered in her nostrils and never dissipated.
"Hey! What's wrong with you? You look distracted."
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind her. She turned around mechanically, and the boy's face was reflected in his scarlet eyes.
The boy has changed, completely different from the one who had to rely on her for support before.
He was dressed in exquisite and gorgeous clothes, wearing accessories that symbolized his status, exuding a noble temperament from the inside out, and was followed by two attendants in armor.
As luck would have it, the guards escorting Cecilia today were the two who had offended him before.
“Yes, it’s you!”
The guard who was whipping Cecilia was so scared that he stuttered when he saw the boy.
"Why...why are you here?"
The guards who were usually so high and mighty were now timid in front of him, just like mice seeing a cat, shrinking back in fear, wishing they could disappear on the spot.
"Why didn't you send someone to inform us so that we could come and greet you in advance..."
The guard lowered his posture to the lowest level in an attempt to gain his forgiveness.
But the boy had no intention of letting them go.
Looking at the fresh marks of whipping on Cecia's body, he smiled wryly and slowly approached the two guards.
"It's you guys. This is fate, isn't it?"
As he said that, the boy suddenly raised his foot and kicked one of them down.
"Didn't you say that I would stay in that crappy place forever?"
Looking down at them, the boy pulled a nasty smile at the corner of his mouth, "Sorry, now that I'm out, there's no need for you to continue living."
"Please! Please, please let me go!"
One of the tall and thin guards fell to his knees with a thud, begging.
"I was blind at the beginning! I didn't know your noble status, and because of the despicable greed in my heart, I wanted to suppress you. It's all my fault! I deserve to die!"
As if to gain the boy's sympathy, the guard kept slapping his own cheeks with his hands, each slap harder than the last, without holding back at all.
"Please forgive me, my Lord. If you need anything in the future, I will serve you like a slave!"
In a few minutes, the thin guard's cheeks were swollen and even speaking became extremely difficult. He looked very pitiful.
"Very good, you are quite flexible, aren't you?"
The boy looked at the thin guard with amusement and seemed very satisfied with his performance.
Seeing this, the fat guard next to him couldn't sit still anymore.
He immediately followed suit and knelt down, not caring about his own feelings at all. He rolled on the ground, wailing like a tantrum.
"Ouch! I didn't mean to treat you like that!"
The fat guard cried about his grievances, "It's all his fault! He instigated it all! He said that if I didn't go with him, he would secretly report me and ask the higher-ups to punish me. I really couldn't do anything..."
The fat guard cried and drew out the last word of his words, as if he was really wronged.
"Is that what he said?"
The boy looked at the thin guard and spoke in a calm tone, but his expression was gloomy, like the calm before the storm.
"No, no, no, don't believe him!"
After being slapped dozens of times by himself, the thin guard's cheeks were now swollen like a pig's head. He spoke incoherently and tried hard to explain to the boy.
"I have never done this! He is the one who framed me! Sir! You must be able to tell the truth. We did all these things together. I have sincerely repented!"
"Now he is shirking responsibility! He is lying! He wants to deceive you and get away with it. You can't trust him!"
The thin guard had a hard time speaking, as every time he opened his mouth the wound on his face would be pulled. But considering his own life, he could not care less and tried his best to beg even though the pain was unbearable.
“I see…”
The boy stroked his chin, his eyes moving back and forth between the two guards, as if considering the truthfulness of what the two men said.
Seeing the boy hesitate, the two guards started arguing again.
None of them wanted to be convicted, so they rushed to tell their grievances, causing their voices to blend together and making it impossible to hear what they were saying.
Faced with the chaotic situation, the guard next to him frowned and wanted to step forward to suppress it, but was blocked by the boy who raised his hand.
"I understand."
The boy chuckled and said, although his voice was very soft, as soon as he opened his mouth, the two guards fell silent instantly, as if their throats were strangled, and they didn't even dare to breathe.
"It's your fault."
The boy pointed at the fat guard leisurely and said, "Do you think you can fool me with that clumsy lie?"
A cold light flashed in his eyes and he looked at the other person indifferently.
"Mercy! My Lord, please spare my life!"
The fat guard was so scared that he kowtowed and begged for mercy, and even the crotch of his pants was wet. "I didn't mean to deceive you, I was just scared, and I wanted to live so badly! Please let me go!"
As if he suddenly thought of something, the fat guard began to slap himself, imitating the guard just now, over and over again.
"Damn it! It's my fault! I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again!"
Crisp slapping sounds rang out in the air one after another, and his face soon became red and swollen.
Listening to the fat guard cursing himself, the boy laughed happily. In the other's expectant eyes, his face instantly turned cold.
"Kill him."
The boy said coldly, his gray-blue eyes full of viciousness.
“No! Don’t kill me! Help, ah ah ah——”
The fat guard's screams stopped abruptly, and the servant dodged and returned to the boy without any delay.
In just a few seconds, a living person turned into a pool of disgusting blood.
"Thank you! Thank you, sir! You can let me work like a cow or a horse in the future! Only with your generosity can we move up! Only with your generosity can we gain the appreciation of those nobles!"
Having finally managed to save his life, the thin guard kept saying compliments, and the forced smile on his face was uglier than crying.
"Thank you for what? Didn't I say I'd let you go?"
The boy squatted down and looked at him with a smile, but his eyes were cold.
"I'm wrong... I'm wrong! I'll do anything you ask me to do, please..."
The thin guard felt frightened and trembled with fear.
The boy slapped the other's cheek with his hand, crushing the wound on his face almost humiliatingly.
"Oh, I forgot, this is how it should be."
After saying that, he stood up and stepped on the thin guard's face with his heavy soles, rubbing it repeatedly and hard until all the mud on the bottom was wiped off his skin.
Facing the swollen and unrecognizable face, he grinned and showed a contemptuous smile: "Why, do you have any objection?"
"No, absolutely not!"
The thin guard endured the severe pain, shook his head like a rattle, and forced a flattering smile on his face, "You are right! I deserve it, you can do whatever you want..."
"Kill him."
He moved the sole of his shoe and gave the order in a cold voice.
"Thank you for your mercy... Wait, don't kill me! I can really do anything for you!"
The thin guard was dumbfounded. He was still feeling lucky to have escaped, but he didn't expect that he was actually facing a devil - no matter how humbly he tried to please him, he couldn't get a chance of survival.
As she watched the two people die one after another, Cecilia had a dull expression, without any emotional fluctuations, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her.
Seeing her half-dead appearance, the boy became angry and grabbed Cecilia and pulled her to his side.
"What's wrong with you? Didn't you hear me calling you?"
He held his head high, even more arrogant than when they first met.
"I said that I would come to pick you up when I got out, and now I'm here to fulfill my promise."
The boy straightened his clothes and wiped his hands on a handkerchief in disgust. "From today on, you don't have to donate blood. Just follow me from now on."
He looked at Cecia condescendingly, his tone smug.
But Cecia didn't hear a word.
Ever since the two of them got close, she had keenly sensed a scent, a familiar scent emanating from the other person's body.
The taste of her parents' blood.
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