Chapter 72 I can't do anything. The burning temperature in my palms is almost...
"……I have no idea."
After staring at Cecia for more than ten seconds, Wilbert was defeated. He turned his face away in embarrassment and answered the question in a low voice.
"That's your brother, don't you know where he is?"
Cecilia raised her eyebrows and gently stroked his pale cheek with her right hand. The hot temperature of her palm almost burned his cold skin.
"He has been missing for a year. No one knows where he is. The vampires are also looking for him."
Wilbert said this while moving his body unnaturally, trying to get away from Cecia. But Cecia seemed to have found some new toy and kept moving closer to him.
Her right hand moved to his neck. With a little force from Cecia, his body unconsciously leaned forward, and her warm breath sprayed on his ears.
"Will, can I trust you?"
"You...you can go and ask. The entire vampire clan knows about this."
Surrounded by the other person's aura, Wilbert stumbled when he spoke, as if his tongue was tied.
"But what if you unite the entire vampire race to deceive me?"
She asked again, her fingertips running across the back of his neck, "After all, he is your biological brother."
"No……"
Wilbert was completely speechless.
It's really fun.
Cecilia thought happily, she let go of her hand, stood up straight, and distanced herself from them.
It’s not that she didn’t believe Wilbert’s words, after all, such things can be known by just checking, but the other party’s reaction was so interesting that she couldn’t help but want to get closer.
Seeing his helpless and pitiful appearance, her originally heavy mood was relieved for a moment. She smiled lightly, pulled a chair over, and sat directly opposite Wilbert.
"Tell me, why do the vampires want to find Boris?"
She asked sternly, her fingers tapping on the chair handles subconsciously. The rhythm of the tapping became faster and faster, like a war drum urging the troops to march forward step by step.
Hearing this, Wilbert was silent for a while. He slowly stood up, and the shackles on his feet made a crisp sound. "...He is very capable. If he hadn't disappeared, he should have been the commander."
"Let him be the commander? Are your brains filled with monster excrement?"
Cecia asked sincerely and even wanted to rush into the vampire clan to conduct a questionnaire survey.
In her impression, the other party was a bad bastard who was always selfish and lived only for his own interests. He should be hated by everyone. Supporting such a person to become the leader -
Isn't this just jumping into a fire pit?
“…”
Wilbert opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end he said nothing.
"Forget it. I'll let Catherine investigate this matter, but you still have to stay here for a few days."
Cecia didn't expect the other party to tell her everything, and she only asked a few questions. But it was obvious that Wilbert supported Boris. If she let him go, what if he informed Boris?
"Have a good rest. Tell me if you need anything..."
She patted the bed, signaling Wilbert to go to bed early, but the other party stood straight and showed no intention of going to bed.
Stopping her steps and preparing to leave, Cecia turned around and came to Wilbert again.
"How about this, I'll watch you sleep, and I'll leave after you fall asleep." She said seriously, "The demons don't have the custom of mistreating their guests. If the leader of the blood clan dies here, I can't afford to pay for it."
Hearing this, Wilbert was struck by lightning. He looked at Cecia with a stiff expression, trying to find evidence that she was joking, but to no avail.
“That doesn’t have to be the case.”
He said this in a dry voice, hoping to persuade the other party to leave the room, but all he got in return was Cecia's stare.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything."
She walked over openly and sat directly on the chair beside the bed. "I'll leave as soon as you fall asleep."
The two sides were in a stalemate for ten minutes, and Wilbert was defeated in the end. He lay on the bed with a fearless attitude and wrapped himself in a quilt from head to toe.
"You'll suffocate to death."
"No, I don't have to breathe."
"But I can't tell whether you're asleep or not, so I'll just have to stay here."
As she spoke, Cecilia walked over and poked the bulging quilt.
“…”
Wilbert angrily pulled back the quilt, revealing his head. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out someone's burning gaze.
Seeing that he cooperated obediently, Cecilia nodded with satisfaction, a triumphant smile on her lips, but Wilbert remained in the same posture, motionless, and she could only wander around the room out of boredom.
Tired of looking at every corner of the room, he went to bother Wilbert who was lying there, sniffing his breath and touching his hair.
Finally, she simply lay down on the edge of the bed, calling it "supervised sleep." As a result, she became overwhelmed by sleepiness, her eyelids gradually became heavy, and soon she fell into a dream.
Hearing the steady breathing next to him, Wilbert slowly opened his eyes, and his gray-blue eyes flashed with complex emotions. He gently shook the bed, trying to wake Cecia up, but she was sleeping soundly and was not affected at all.
Wilbert sighed helplessly, knowing that she would not wake up any time soon.
He sat up straight, leaning his back against a soft pillow, looking through the half-open window, looking up at the bright moon outside. The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on his face, adding a bit of coldness and loneliness to him...
The next day.
The first ray of sunlight shone through the window onto Cecilia's face. In this slightly aggressive light, she struggled to open her eyes and stretched back.
Where is this? Why is she sleeping sitting down?
Perhaps because she had just woken up, Cecia was still a little dazed. She looked around and her eyes were fixed on Wilbert.
On the bed, Wilbert's brows were furrowed, his face looked even paler under the sunlight, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He did not sleep well.
I remembered that she said yesterday that she would supervise others to sleep...but how come she fell asleep too?
Looking at the other person's painful expression and the dazzling sunlight, Cecia's common sense was suddenly awakened -
Vampires seem to hate sunlight.
Thinking of this, she quickly and decisively walked to the window and pulled the heavy curtains to isolate herself from the light and noise outside. The room suddenly became dark, and Wilbert's expression improved.
"…I actually let him sleep at night?"
Cecia smiled self-deprecatingly, and attributed everything to "being too tired and having a confused mind." She had a rare moment of conscience, and did not disturb Wilbert's sleep, but left the room quietly.
"Your Highness, another guest wishes to see you."
As soon as she stepped out of the door, she was invited by the guard to Blake's room.
"Thank you for having me as your guest."
Blake came up cheerfully in a white dress.
"It's so much fun here. They never allow me to touch sharp objects..."
As she spoke, she touched the silver knife and fork with her fingertips. Instantly, tiny cracks like porcelain appeared on her white and almost transparent skin.
At first, there was only a small crack on the fingertip, but in a blink of an eye it spread and covered the entire index finger.
"Come on, I will send you back to the Perseran clan now."
Seeing this, Cecia immediately picked up Blake by the waist and was determined to send him away.
"But I don't want to go back yet."
Blake refused, she did not struggle, and let Cecia hold her. Then she raised her finger in front of her with interest, curiously observing its changes.
"The cracks on your body need special juice to repair, but the demons don't have that kind of stuff..."
Cecia explained patiently as if she was coaxing a child. She couldn't imagine how horrible the scene would be if the Perseran family, who had always protected Blake so well, found out that their "mother" was missing.
However, when the cracks stopped spreading, a black mist suddenly surged out from around Blake, circling around her body, and finally all gathered on her broken index finger.
After a few seconds, the black mist dissipated, revealing fingers that were as smooth as new.
"See, I can't be hurt at all."
Blake shook her finger proudly, she jumped out of Cecia's arms, and kept touching sharp objects in the room, then letting the black mist repair them, as if she was playing some game.
"Cheshia, please take me to the dungeon later!"
Her pure white eyes were shining, staring at Cecia without blinking, "It's obviously not going to go wrong, but they won't let me do anything... They must have never seen these interesting things!"
Meeting those pure and ignorant eyes, it was hard for Cecia to refuse.
The child was so well protected, like a blank sheet of paper, that she couldn't bear to take any special measures.
"Your Highness."
Catherine's image suddenly appeared in front of her. The other party had a serious face and a tough tone: "I heard that you brought back the mother of the Perseran family. Please bring her to the main hall immediately."
After saying that, the image disappeared with a snap, representing Catherine's attitude that would not tolerate rejection.
"Blake, your people are here."
Cecia picked her up again. She was so light, like porcelain, hollow inside, with only a fragile and beautiful shell.
"Are they here to visit me?"
Blake looked up innocently and let Cecia lead her to the main hall. "I will introduce everything here to them. Their previous lives were too rigid."
…
In the reception room of the main hall, besides Catherine, there were many young girls sitting below. They were all wearing the same white dress, their skin glowed with a special luster, and their eyes were fixed on Cecilia in unison.
To be precise, she was staring at Blake in her arms.
"Thank you for cooperating with us, Your Majesty, but please don't do this next time."
The leading girl stood up, performed a standard kneeling ceremony to Cecia, took Blake without saying anything, and wrapped her in the thick black robe that had been prepared long ago.
"You also know how important my mother is to our clan. If something like this happens again, we will think you want to start a war."
She appeared respectful and polite, but her eyes were full of dissatisfaction and hostility towards Cecia.
"war?"
Cecia said coldly, looking down at the other party, "Ask your great 'Mother', who is refusing to leave here?"
"Mara, I came here to play with Cecia. She's my friend."
Blake poked his head out from his cloak at the right time, but before he could say a word, he was pushed back by the girl next to him named "Mara".
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