Chapter 255 Chapter 252: Wylene and Arcanis
Wylene was in a room of a city noble, lying with her legs together on a bed covered with silk sheets, enjoying the long-lost feeling.
After getting rid of Arcanis, she could use her abilities without restraint. Although due to Arcanis, her strength was a mere shadow of what it used to be, it was still very easy to make mortals submit and serve her.
The owner of this mansion not only welcomed the suddenly visiting silver-haired little girl but also had his underage virgin daughter cut her wrist, pouring blood into a golden cup as tribute to Wylene.
All these flattery actions only earned Wylene a slight lift of her chin. She chose a room, ordered the old owner’s old sheets to be thrown away, and replaced them with new ones.
A pair of new custom black leather shoes lay at the foot of the bed. Wylene’s delicate white legs were pressed together as she picked up the golden cup filled with the blood of the mansion owner’s underage daughter and took a small sip, frowning slightly.
It was too bland; because it was too bland, that little bit of metallic taste was extremely disgusting. Unlike Arcanis’s blood, which was heavy and stinky, it had a fiery sensation flowing down her throat, igniting every blood vessel in her body with warmth, even making her long-still heart beat a few times.
Wylene intended to pour the blood out directly but thought it would spoil the room; she put down the golden cup and prepared to call a servant to take it far away.
Servitude from these mortals was truly unsatisfactory. She wondered if his children had any infants, as the blood of pampered infants usually had the best taste.
She placed the golden cup on the nightstand and looked around, only to find that the bell rope to summon the servants was not beside the bed but next to the door.
What a nouveau riche lacking refinement. Wylene lifted her right hand, pointed down, and the copper bell rang.
After a long while, footsteps were heard in the corridor.
Wylene lowered her evaluation of this mortal service again. Next, she would decide whether to bestow a favor or punish him, depending on how quickly he could offer her the blood of an infant.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The door shook as if someone were kicking it.
Wylene frowned tightly; what a rude servant. She raised her hand, ready to properly punish the impolite servant.
With a click, the door lock turned and opened by itself.
“Don’t move! Witch hunters are checking for heretics.”
The witch hunter kicked open the door with force. He was short, with a silver rune on his left hand, silver hair cut just above the ear, a cold expression on his face, wearing a stolen top hat stitched with a black cross and skull, poorly made and crooked. He looked like a fake witch hunter.
Wylene surprisingly jumped out of bed, her bare feet in white knee-high socks touching the carpet, and asked, “Van Helsing?”
“Yes, it’s me.” Arcanis whistled, “I’ve come back to life.”
Wylene thought of something and hurriedly drank the blood in the golden cup in one go, even licking the bottom of the cup clean with her tongue.
Arcanis asked, “What are you drinking?”
“Wine from the Sol Territory.”
“I heard it’s better than Bartó wine. Wait, you’re so young and you actually like to drink?” Arcanis said, “Even I don’t drink. You better not drink in the future.”
“The owner here is very hospitable; I couldn’t refuse his kindness.”
After saying that, Wylene put down the golden cup and lunged toward Arcanis, jumping into his arms and wrapping her small hands tightly around his back. She said, “You’re still alive, that’s great.”
Arcanis patted her head and said, “You’re so excited. I’m not that easy to kill by a vampire.”
Wylene hugged him tighter, her grip a bit strong, like a little girl clutching her toy.
“Alright, let go.” Arcanis said, “This position always reminds me of some past events.”
“What events?” Wylene asked. “After you miraculously survived, did other girls also jump into your arms?”
“How could that be? Do I look like a hero to you?” Arcanis sat down heavily in a high-backed mahogany chair, leaning back, supporting his body with two table legs. “Heroes are always tall and have that look like they’re the best in the world, always forcing people to sign slave contracts; they deserve a thousand cuts.”
As Arcanis spoke, he clasped his hands behind his head, recalling, “But there were women like you who jumped into my arms.”
“Who?”
“Prostitutes.” Arcanis said, “And when they came at me, they all had daggers in their hands. Hey, but I always managed to turn the tables.”
“I hate prostitutes too; they are inherently lowly.”
“My mother was a prostitute.”
“I’m sorry, I—”
“Wait.”
Arcanis suddenly became alert, sniffing the air and glancing around.
It was afternoon, the sun was not strong outside, but all the windows were shut, heavy curtains drawn, making the whole room dark as a tomb with poor ventilation and a faint smell of blood in the air.
Arcanis said, “This room feels like a vampire’s lair. I can smell blood.”
As he spoke, he stood up, letting the high-backed chair fall over and drew out a curved dagger.
“The blood smell is… is…” Wylene watched Arcanis’s gaze sweep over the golden cup and quickly said, “I just started my period.”
“You’ve gotten your period?”
Wylene shyly lowered her head and said, “Yes.”
“That’s not right.” Unfortunately, Arcanis was not a virgin. He said, “But this blood smell is too strong. It’s like a vampire has been feasting here.”
Wylene bit her lip and said, “I panicked and… it… it—”
Arcanis suddenly enlightened, pointing at Wylene and saying, “You’ve soiled your pants?”
Wylene was both embarrassed and angry, biting her teeth and nodding.
“Next time be more careful.” Arcanis grabbed Wylene’s little hand, flicked her finger and took back the Phantom Blade saying, “I’ve got the Shadow Blade back.”
Wylene raised her head, the silver-haired, doll-like little girl looked at Arcanis, recalling how he had gently held her hand, gasping his last breath, entrusting his belongings to her.
Arcanis looked at Wylene, who was dressed in a black Gothic dress, and said:
“You look like a doll.”
Wylene smiled slightly and nodded.
“But why has your hair turned silver too?” Arcanis let go of her hand, resting his chin on the back of his hand and asked, “From this angle, it looks like a corpse lying in a coffin.”
Perhaps beauty adds a bonus to lying, Wylene quickly thought up a lie and said, “After you died, I turned gray overnight.”
Arcanis widened his eyes and asked, “Really?”
“I was very sad.”
“You must have lacked love as a child.” Arcanis analyzed, “I’ve only been with you for two months, and I just kicked the bucket, yet you turned gray, which shows you have significant psychological issues.”
Wylene:…
Arcanis opened the curtains, and sunlight poured in, just landing on Wylene’s face, and she quickly raised her hand to block the annoying light.
“People who stay in enclosed spaces for too long will inevitably have psychological problems. Just look at those vampires, one is weirder than the other, and that’s the reason.”
Wylene blinked in agreement and said, “Yes.”
At the same time, she avoided the sunlight and sat on the bed.
“By the way, have you eaten?” Arcanis magically produced a bag, taking out a sausage: “Here, eat more meat, grow taller. My demon friend said she has a cat, fat and big.”
“I’ve eaten; I really can’t eat anymore.”
Arcanis leaned forward, pressed on Wylene’s flat stomach, and rubbed it: “Liar, there’s nothing in there, hurry up and eat the sausage.”
“It’s too disgusting.”
“Oh, I’ll go find the chef. Those halfling chefs are really amazing. When I fought the greenskins with the emperor, I loved this place. Today we’ll have a sausage feast.” Arcanis said in Van Helsing’s tone, “This way, his minor sin of hiding some heretical items can be wiped clean in one stroke.”
Arcanis walked to the door, and Wylene suddenly stopped him: “Van Helsing, your real name isn’t Van Helsing, is it?”
“Of course not, Van Helsing is just my alias for experiencing an alternative life.”
“Will you tell me your real name?”
“Your commanding tone makes me unhappy.”
“Please tell me your real name.”
“Forget it.” Arcanis said: “Mutt Territory in the Eivie territory, we’ll be arriving in Eivie soon. At that time, I’ll continue to serve the emperor, and you’ll go to your relatives, and everyone will say goodbye. What does it matter if you get my real name?”
Wylene felt a lump in her heart and said, “Please…”
Arcanis felt rebellious: “I refuse.”
“Why?”
“I just don’t want to say.”
“I’ll remember your real name, forever and ever.” Wylene said: “I’ll carve it into stone, filling it up, so after you die, people will know that there was once someone named… your name.”
Arcanis became interested and asked, “Really?”
“Really.”
“My name is Arcanis.” Arcanis said: “Arcanis from Shalin City.”
Wylene lowered her head, chewing on this name in her heart.
Arcanis… Arcanis… Arcanis…
An hour later.
“Hurry and eat; after eating for half a day, you’ve only had three sausages.”
While Arcanis said this, he forcefully shoved a sausage made up of half fat and half lean meat into Wylene’s little mouth with unstoppable force.
She pressed her tongue against the sausage, puffing out her cheeks and looking at Arcanis.
“Swallow it.”
With no other choice, Wylene had to bite through the sausage, the fat inside oozing out, and she endured the nausea, chewed a few times, and struggled to swallow it down.
Even though she was a powerful vampire unbothered by sunlight, at her core, she was still a living dead. Eating mortal food, while harmless, was still extremely disgusting.
“So much grease.”
“Fat makes it taste good.” Arcanis clapped his hands, “By the way, you don’t look like you’ve starved, so you should prefer eating lean meat. Really, why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“I’ve always said it’s disgusting.”
“Meat is a must-eat.” Arcanis said, shoving the fifth lean sausage into Wylene’s mouth right under her resentful gaze.
He continued babbling: “Now I finally understand why you want my real name; you must be secretly cursing me.”
Wylene nodded.
After finally finishing, Wylene’s small abdomen swelled slightly, filled with waste. She planned to find a place to discreetly vomit it out.
Arcanis said, “By the way, starting tomorrow, wake up early and prepare mentally.”
“What preparation?”
“I’m going to the local church to report for duty.” Arcanis said, “There’s no way around it; I signed a contract with a demon, and she wants a lot of money.”
Wylene didn’t know the relationship between reporting for duty and the contract along with paying back debts. She held her small belly, found an excuse, and quietly left to vomit out what she had eaten.
