Crack. The sound of the door being unlocked was particularly loud in the quiet night.
A golden-haired boy with golden eyes was lying on the couch, half asleep. At this moment, he suddenly sat up and ran to the door in excitement and delight.
The door was opened, and a golden-haired woman in a bright purple court dress walked in. She was tall and attractive, with two clusters of blushes on her face. Her smile was both graceful and charming.
"Edward, you're still awake?" The mature and glamorous lady was obviously surprised to see the boy running to her.
The boy smiled shyly. "Mom, I was waiting for you to come back …"
Suddenly, his words stopped abruptly because he saw a tall man standing behind his mother. His facial features were as sharp as a knife, handsome yet cold, like an iceberg that would not melt for ten thousand years, and he had a head of very special short silver hair.
The man suddenly put on a gentle smile, as if spring had come and the snow had melted. He picked up the golden-haired lady's hand and kissed it. "It's my honor to meet you. I wish you a sweet dream tonight."
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, viscount." The golden-haired lady replied with a smile and watched the man in formal clothes leave.
"… Mom, who is he?" The boy Edward did not know why he hated the man just now.
"Well, a foreign viscount I met in the ball today. His surname is Carendia." The golden-haired lady replied casually, but her lips curled. Then, she became solemn. "Edward, it's almost twelve now. You're two hours past your normal sleep time. Where's Adeline? I need to ask her why she agreed to let you wait for me! You're the only direct bloodline left in this family. You can't be too capricious. "
"I … I snuck out of my room. It's not Adeline's fault …" The boy Edward pretended to be pitiful. He knew that his mother was only scolding him verbally.
…
"Young master, perhaps you will have a new father." A maid said to Edward in a low voice, who had grown a lot taller.
Edward, who was still young, looked gloomy and agitated. Over the past two years, his mother had been closer and closer to Viscount Carendia. It seemed that they were really going to be together. He received less and less love from his mother, and he had less and less time to chat and play with her. What a wretched man!
"Although it has been hard for Madam to support the family after the lord summoned her, and she should be blessed for pursuing her own happiness, young master, you must remember that you are the only heir to the title and the legacy. You cannot let Viscount Carendia transfer the properties bit by bit." The maid who was loyal to the family reminded Edward to take precautions.
Edward blurted out, "He approached my mother for money and a title? No, I have to stop him! "
With that, the boy ran into the hall, leaving the dumbfounded maid behind. I-I was just reminding you to be careful. I didn't mean that.
"Sob, sob. Mother, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been rude to the viscount!" Very soon, Edward's cries came from the living room. He was pressed to the sofa by his mother and slapped hard. He couldn't have cried more miserably.
The golden-haired lady snorted and apologized to Viscount Carendia, who was as cold as an iceberg, "I'm sorry. I didn't teach my child well."
"It's alright. Children at this age are all naughty." Said Viscount Carendia gently.
"Edward, apologize to the viscount now." The golden-haired lady instructed.
Sobbing, Edward apologized. Then, when his mother wasn't paying attention, he pretended to be fierce and said in a low voice, "I won't let you steal my mother!"
Viscount Carendia was still expressionless, as if he were looking at a threatening kitten that was not threatening at all.
…
"You'll have to call the viscount dad in the future." The golden-haired lady said to Edward, somewhat shyly.
Edward pouted and tried to make himself expressionless. "Yes, mom."
Sitting on the opposite side of the table, Viscount Carendia cut the bloody steak and said to Edward solemnly like a real father, "Your Knight teacher right now is not good enough. I'll teach you in person starting tomorrow."
"… I'll certainly work hard." Edward secretly clenched his fists, swearing that he would infuriate the wretched man in the training.
…
Pa. Edward was thrown to the ground and cried in pain.
"Why do you need swordsmanship if crying can help?" Viscount Carendia said without any regret, "So, you're just a child, not a man. A real man will not cry even if he bleeds."
Edward stood up and stared at him fiercely.
Viscount Carendia waved the wooden sword in his hand. "Don't you hate me? Don't you want to kick me away? Then, finish it with the Knight's sword in your hand! Or are you a coward who likes failure? "
Edward roared brutally and raised his wooden sword at Viscount Carendia. He was knocked to the ground again and again, but he stood up again and again.
"I won't compromise with you!" he thought.
…
In the square of the church, a cross stood, and a mature and beautiful blonde lady was tied to it.
"Mom! Mom! " Under the restraint of several knight attendants, Edward struggled with all his might towards the cross. His face was full of tears and fear.
The bishop drew a cross on his chest with the Saint Truth Badge and pointed at the blonde lady. "She was a noble, but she fell into darkness and became a servant of vampires. She tried to turn the Lord's lamb into the food of vampires."
The blonde lady looked at the bishop in a daze as if she had lost her soul. Edward refuted loudly, "No! No! My mom did not hurt anyone! "
The bishop ignored Edward and went on, "You are evil and filthy, but the Lord is merciful and merciful. Purification is His gift and your path to paradise. I have to ask you, are you willing to repent? Do you want to kneel before the Lord again?"
"If … If I repent, can Edward be pardoned? He's just a child. He doesn't know anything! "The blonde lady seemed to have been revived.
The bishop drew a cross. "The Lord is fair and just. As long as Edward survives the burning, it means that he is not guilty."
The blonde lady laughed miserably. "Hahaha. Then let me answer you. I'd rather pursue in hell than lose myself in paradise!"
"Sinner, go to hell and repent." The bishop said coldly and ignited the stake with holy light.
"No!" Edward cried bitterly. It was as if he could see the gentle eyes looking at him through the burning flames.
After a long time, Edward passed out from crying. Suddenly, a voice echoed next to his ears. "Sorry, I'm late."
Edward tried to open his eyes and saw the man who burned his mother. He gnashed his teeth. "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, my mother wouldn't have been tied to the stake! "
"Sorry, I'm late." Viscount Carendia's face was as gloomy as an iceberg that had an avalanche.
"Late?" Edward sneered beyond his age. "That's a good reason!"
Then, he spat out one word after another, "You're the murderer who killed my mother!"
Viscount Carendia sighed. "No matter what you say, I'll take good care of you."
He lowered his head and approached Edward's neck. His four teeth suddenly grew long. "You will be Viscount Carendia from now on."
Edward's neck was stung. His face was numb, but his eyes were still filled with the sparks of hatred.
… …
The cold and dreamy Silver Moon was hanging high in the sky, creating silver ripples on the lake that was as smooth as a mirror.
Viscount Carendia, who had blonde hair and golden eyes, stood before the window in silence with a glass of wine in his hand, appreciating the view.
"Master, are you remembering the past again?" Nied, his old butler, walked in from outside.
Viscount Carendia nodded expressionlessly. "Hatred will never be forgotten."
The old butler did not know how to persuade him. He could only speak from a practical perspective. "Master, you are only a First Knight. The old viscount is close to a level-eight Knight."
"If you are not scared of death, what's there to be scared of?" The handsome and masculine Viscount Carendia suddenly smiled. "Such an irresponsible man will be killed sooner or later. I will train myself too, hoping to become a Knight as soon as possible."
"But you are his descendant. You have no intention of resisting him at all," said Nied again.
Viscount Carendia took a deep breath and did not continue the topic. He turned around and entered a secret chamber. Looking at the handsome man with silver hair and eyes on the portrait, he said, "Grandpa, although I haven't seen you many times, I can feel your love. I hope that I can follow you and receive your guidance …"
After the 'prayer', Viscount Carendia's eyes suddenly froze. He saw that a wine glass had appeared on the table. There was thick red liquid inside, in which countless illusionary symbols were floating.
"What's this?" he asked in shock.
Nied's eyes widened. "This is … This is the Origin of Blood of the first-generation vampires. Has … Has the old Count been here?"
"Grandpa?" Viscount Carendia looked around, only to find nothing. But soon, he burst into laughter. "As long as I absorb the blood, I won't be scared of the man's suppression on my bloodline anymore."
The old butler said helplessly, "The old Count's hobbies and habits haven't changed at all. How can such a tragedy be interesting?"
"Camorechuk, did you notice anything just now?" asked Viscount Carendia.
Dull humming sounds echoed, as if the whole castle was shaking. "No. It's just my nose. My nose is a bit itchy. Achoo!"
It sneezed loudly, and the glass in the window clattered.
After a brief silence, Viscount Carendia said half-jokingly, "The deepest impression that grandpa left on me was that he liked to observe everything in secret like a voyeur."
Achoo!
Someone suddenly sneezed on the mountain far away.
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