"So, Junior, did you learn anything interesting from the fight between your father and ?" I asked as we walked.
"No," Alicia's response was short and robotic.
"Are you happy to be here?"
"No."
"Do you love your father?"
"Is that a yes?"
"No..." Alicia muttered, furrowing her brows. Giving a brief scowl, she walked ahead.
"I expected a thank you for saving you from the yandere Adrian, Junior. I'm quite disappointed," I sighed.
"Thank you," she imdiately said.
Well, at least those words seed less empty than her previous ones.
"Is it just , or are you more upset than usual?" I asked, tearing apart my bloodied clothes. Obviously I didn't know Alicia well but I don't know, her usual aloof expression seed even more aloof than usual. Maybe she had a very bad night but again, vampires don't they feel better during night?
"..."
"Not talkative as always, huh. I'm just worried about my Junior, though," I mumbled.
Since I never played Alicia's hidden story and had little knowledge about it, much like John, my only option was to gather information on my own. I thought acting like the caring Senior would work, but I guess not.
"You shouldn't involve yourself further with , Senior. I thank you for Adrian, but this is over," Alicia said suddenly.
"That red ribbon, it's your mother's, right?" I ignored her words and asked about the red ribbon tying her blond hair into a regal ponytail.
"..." Alicia didn't answer, but this ti her silence was a bit more emotional.
"Worrying about your mother is good. My mother has been kidnapped, and I think you are already aware of it, Junior. I will do everything to get her back, but you see, there is a small detail," I said, hardening my gaze. "I'm looking for the perfect rescue and nothing else. I won't lose anything in the process of getting my mother back, nor will I sacrifice anything because I'm not a tragic protagonist of any story."
Alicia stopped walking.
She turned around with a cold stare. "You are just arrogant, Senior."
I smirked in acknowledgent. "I'm just the villain, and as such, I care only about my world." Alicia stared at for a mont before her gaze wandered down to my upper naked body, revealing my sculpted figure in all its glory.
"Kyaa!"
"Who's that?!"
"Don't know but I am in love~"
"I heard he's the lost son of the Olphean House!"
"Look! He's with the Princess!"
"There seems to be tension, though?"
"A lover's quarrel?!"
The crowd outside was certainly noisy.
Looking down at Alicia, who was shorter than , I saw her pale cheeks flush slightly in embarrassnt, though she was managing to keep a straight face.
Almost.
Her cheeks twitched as she averted her gaze and walked off. "Wear sothing, Senior."
"No need to be shy about it. Is this the first ti you've seen a man's body?" I asked, chuckling.
"I didn't see anything," Alicia retorted, leading inside the palace.
"I hope your twisted older brother isn't here," I muttered, looking around.
"My older brother is rarely here," Alicia said with a stamr in her words.
Good then.
I didn't know what he thought of after I broke the engagent he had supported between Adrian and Alicia.
"What about your grandfather? I insulted him not long ago," I asked.
I didn't know how to deal with him yet.
Alicia seed dumbfounded at my words but forced herself to ignore them.
"This is our guest, Amael Olphean. He needs so treatnt," Alicia announced as we arrived in a peculiar room, where people were already working on other patients.
"Princess?!" The man at the front flinched upon seeing Alicia.
"Do I need to repeat it?"
"N-Not at all, Princess, but you said Olphean...?" The man looked at my face before widening his eyes.
...
...
"It should be alright now, but you're putting too much strain on your body, Lord Olphean. Your body is in a very broken shape, if I may say so... you will need better treatnts from more skilled healers," the healer said after examining .
Judging from his serious gaze, it seed more severe than I had initially thought.
That deterioration started after I sacrificed my Falkrona Legacy and continued since then, worsening further after I used Nevia's Needle of Fate.
"Better healers like the Saintess?" I asked the healer.
"Eh?!" The man was startled when I ntioned the Saintess.
"She should be capable of treating , right?" I pressed.
"Y-Yes, of course, but... the Saintess is dead, Milord."
Not exactly dead. She's in a coma state but considered dead by everyone to protect her. But I
wasn't talking about her.
"Lucky , I know the future Saintess."
Pretty sure whoever ends up being the Saintess of the Holy Garden between Maria and Seraphina will agree to help out. It might not work if it's Helena though... Whatever.
"The future Saintess?!"
"Alright, we are leaving," I said, ignoring their stunned reactions.
As soon as I finish this year, I should see those two by the way.
I don't trust that Pope at all.
"By the way, aren't you going to ask about what's happening between your father and
?" I asked Alicia.
"I don't care."
"Actually, I asked your father to teach his Raven Arts in exchange for getting you out of
Adrian's grasp. Quite a caring father, wouldn't you say?"
"If you are treated, you should leave, Senior," Alicia said curtly.
"I will eat dinner with you," I shook my head.
Alicia glanced at , clearly annoyed.
"Otherwise, it would be too awkward for both of you, and I'm hungry as well," I shrugged.
***
"..."
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Despite my attempt to save both Jas and Alicia from an awkward dinner by joining them, it
seems even more uncomfortable now.
"I don't rember inviting you, Amael," Jas said with a stern gaze.
"Alicia insisted on taking part in the dinner. She can't stand the awkwardness," I said,
eating a piece of at. "Delicious."
Alicia shot a glare that I ignored.
"I—I see," Jas, as gullible as ever when it cos to his daughter, nodded.
"By the way, is that wine or blood?" I asked, poking the glass of red liquid with my fork.
"It's wine, of course... what is this question?" Jas grimaced.
"I an, you guys are vampires. Don't you drink blood like water or grape juice?" I raised an
eyebrow.
"Blood raises our pulse and heightens our senses, taking us deeper into our instincts, but we don't drink it whenever we're thirsty. Usually, we would even avoid such things but we do it in
case of urgency," Jas explained.
"I see..." I glanced at Alicia.
That ti when she licked her blood was like an instinct to her, as she had gone through her awakening then? Or that ti when she was in a weakened state, I had to carry her toward her
room because she was exhausted and needed blood.
Or maybe I just read too many novels in my previous life...
Then rembering sothing, I quickly spoke up. "What about biting on the neck? You've already done that, right, Professor?" I asked seriously.
"Pffff!" Jas, who was drinking his wine quite elegantly until now, spat it out.
"M-Milord!" The maid ca quickly, handing him a kerchief, but I noticed that all the vampire maids had embarrassed, blushing faces.
Only Alicia didn't show much reaction, bringing her fork to her mouth and eating peacefully.
Wiping his mouth with the kerchief, Jas shook his head. "Um. How should I put it... biting
the neck isn't really that..." He stopped, glancing at Alicia before continuing. "It's a myth
too."
"A myth... I don't think so... the other day Elizabeth bit my neck and drew a fair amount of my blood," I replied, a bit confused.
"Kuh!" This ti, it was Alicia who reacted strongly.
She coughed a bit before quickly gulping down a glass of water, her face flushed entirely red
as she tried to cover her embarrassnt. "T-That's..." Jas was speechless at my words, as were the others who were blushing red. "Okay, listen. Yes, the neck-bite isn't a myth. Actually, it's as common as an intimate act. It's
sothing people would only do-"
"On a bed?" I interrupted.
"Yes..." Jas sighed.
"Then why did you lie?" I asked with a smile.
"I didn't want to taint my daughter with such explanations!" Jas snapped.
I glanced at Alicia, who was eating normally and seed unfazed, but her blushing cheeks
and fidgeting fingers betrayed her.
"Well, one day she'll eventually be the one biting soone's neck, so..." I trailed off.
-Thud!
Hearing the clattering sound, we looked at Alicia. She had dropped her fork. She glared at
with bright red cheeks, her mouth opening and closing several tis before she stood up and
left.
"You really don't have any sense of sha at all, Amael Olphean. Your mother really managed
to pass her worst side to you," Jas glared at .
"Well..."
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'Shut up!'
It's not my fault!
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