A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 126: However...?

Chapter 126: However...?

Olive looked irritated.

"It’s just food. You are acting as if your world is coming to an end. Let go of my legs, dammit, before I break your remaining bones!" He shook his leg to shake him off.

But Valentine was holding tightly to his leg. He raised his head and looked at him with pitiful eyes. "How horrible of you, Olive. Abandoning your friend at such a hard time because of a sentence! Don’t you think that is too heartless, hmm?"

Olive clutched his chest. He was resisting the urge to grab Valentine and snap his neck, but unwilling to, he did the opposite. He plastered a soft, fake smile on his face.

"Fine! I’ll feed you. It’s my fault that you are disabled at the moment, after all."

In an instant, Valentine’s eyes lit up. "R-really?"

"Yes, now please, let go of my legs, otherwise, I will crush your bones," Olive replied.

Valentine began to chuckle. "Ahahahaha, I do not understand why you are suddenly threatening me with that haha, but it’s not a good threat, Mr. Olive."

The smile on his face vanished as he added, "It feels like you have a fetish for breaking bones. If so, stop it and get some help."

He let go of him and crawled back to the table.

A soft breath fled Olive’s nose, and he sat down opposite him at the mini table.

As Valentine tasted yet another spoonful, he shut his eyes to savor the taste. "Mhmmmmmmm!! Delicious!"

Olive could only stare at him with a barely perceptible smile on his lips.

——-

Draven stepped down from his car.

He began to make his way into the royal mansion. Adam, who was aware of his return, immediately hurried out to the foyer to meet him. He had expected that he would come back with Valentine.

"Your Highness..." He appeared confused.

Draven glanced at him. "He is fine."

Adam blinked his eyes, and before he could ask any further questions, Draven walked off to return to his room.

Adam was distressed. The third prince may have said Valentine was fine, but how sure was he? What if something was wrong with Valentine? He pinched between his brows and let out a soft breath.

...

Draven pushed the door of his room open.

His gaze fell on the bed where Avelina lay, unconscious. A soft breath fled his nose, and he walked to the bed.

He sat down and began to stare at her face, deeply in thought. He had never realized just how lonely and quiet it felt without Avelina. All of a sudden, he was feeling lonely again. His day had been empty—it reminded him of how he used to be.

Draven brushed his fingers against his hair and took his coat off. He lay on the bed and shifted a bit closer to Avelina. His gaze was fixated on her face, and as though instinctively, he turned her around and pulled her into his arms.

He gently hugged her and began to caress her hair. In his arms, he believed she would be much safer.

"May the time run fast, I can’t take it anymore," he muttered to himself.

——

[6:30 pm]

Mr. Bennet lifted his head as soon as the door to his library was opened.

"Aedion, what is it?" he asked.

Aedion walked towards him. He slightly bowed. "Sir, Bennet, two royal guards are here."

"Oh..." Mr. Bennet was a bit surprised. He did not expect them to come this early.

He stood up from his chair and proceeded out of the library with Aedion. He met face-to-face with two royal guards from the royal mansion.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Bennet," the royal guards greeted.

"Bonsoir," Mr. Bennet replied.

One of the royal guards extended out his hand that held onto a golden-colored piece of hard paper. On it was written a few words with a well-defined feather pen. Beside the writings was plastered Loui’s photo—the impersonation specifically.

Mr. Bennet received the warrant and went through it. He glanced at the royal guards and smiled at them.

"Relay my thanks to his majesty."

The royal guards took a bow and left.

Aedion looked at Mr. Bennet. He parted his lips to speak, but Mr. Bennet spoke first.

"Let’s go, we have work to do." Mr. Bennet began to proceed back to the library. Aedion followed suit.

——

Draven walked out of the dressing room.

He glanced at the door at the sound of someone knocking.

"Young master, the doctor is here." Santino’s hoarse voice sounded

"Come in," Draven permitted.

Santino opened the door. He stepped in with the doctor, Mr. Jean.

"Good evening, your highness," Mr. Jean greeted.

Draven looked at him. "Good evening."

"How is your wife? Has she awakened?" Mr. Jean inquired.

Draven shook his head at him. "No. She is still unconscious."

"I see..." Mr. Jean glanced at the bed. He advanced to the bed and sat down on the stool close to the bed.

He grabbed Avelina’s hand and shut his eyes. Anyone peering at him could not make out what exactly he was doing.

"Santino," Draven called.

Santino stepped closer to him. "Yes, young master."

"What is his ability?" Draven asked.

Santino replied, "Diagnosis, young master. He has the ability to diagnose any form of illness, so I think he is trying to determine what may be wrong with my lady."

"I see." Draven nodded and fixed his gaze on Mr. Jean.

A minute to five minutes passed.

Mr. Jean finally let go of Avelina’s hand. He turned around and looked at Draven.

"Your Highness, I have both good news and bad news. Which do you prefer to hear first?" He stood up from his seat.

Draven deeply frowned. "I’d like to hear the good news first."

"Okay." Mr. Jean smiled. "The good news is that your wife is not sick. She is perfectly fine, and there is nothing wrong with her. She is very healthy, even for a human."

"If that is the case, then what is wrong with her?" Draven inquired. He was very bewildered.

Mr. Jean beamed. "Hmm, that is the bad news. Apparently, your wife is currently in a short temporary coma, and I am very sure she will wake up before tomorrow morning. However..."

"However...?" Draven crinkled his brows. Why wasn’t he completing his words?