A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 182: Valentine!!

Chapter 182: Valentine!!

Santino’s shoulders rose and fell in fear. Tiny drops of tears had begun to fall from his eyes.

"Young master, please step back, I beg you. You cannot die! Not after you have survived for this long. You’ve been locked in there for three years, and you survived through it despite being starved of what keeps you alive. You cannot throw all that away now. Your mother wants you to live. She wants me to keep you alive! So please...don’t. For the sake of your mother!"

Draven blinked his eyes and took a step forward. "I must save...I must save my mother. She will die if I don’t." He staggered towards Santino, but Santino, who was unwilling to let him go any further, grabbed hold of him.

He shook his head. "Young master, please don’t. Your mother will not die. I promise you that. Just step back. Your father must have heard of the commotion, and I am sure that he has sent the royal guards here. Please just go back inside before they come."

"If you don’t, they will hurt you. Please!"

Draven lifted his head and glanced at him. "I do not understand why they..." He went quiet, leaving his words incomplete.

"Why what, Your Highness?" Santino asked.

Draven was silent, not saying a word. He could hear the hurried footsteps of the approaching guards.

Santino’s promise that his mother would not die was a lie. He had seen the incident occurring through his clairvoyance ability. If he does not do something, his mother will surely die.

"Step behind me!" He pushed Santino aside and quickened his steps, immediately advancing towards the royal guards who were approaching.

The second they crossed paths, Draven cut through them as though they were meat, killing them. His speed was like that of a blink of an eye, therefore, they could not glimpse what was coming nor counterattack.

Just like that, he killed each and every one of them approaching, leaving the entire hallway to his cell occupied by dead bodies lying in their own pool of blood.

Santino could only stand and stare. He was glued to the floor, fear taking over his body.

He could not tell if it was still his young master in that body, but he believed that it was because if it wasn’t, then Draven wouldn’t have recognized him nor communicated properly with him.

Draven stumbled through the hallway and finally arrived at the general foyer of the mansion.

He glanced around, listening for his father’s voice. It was not just his father’s voice that he heard, but the voices of his brothers.

Without hesitation, he rushed towards the meeting room, where their voices were resonating, and kicked the door down.

Old Master Lenort and his brothers, who appeared startled, watched as the double door plummeted to the floor with a heavy bang.

They raised their heads to meet Draven’s weary gaze. He looked as though he could collapse any movement from then on. His hair was messed up, and his clothing was tattered. His skin was as pale as snow, to the extent that they could see his veins. One didn’t need to be told to know that this boy was heavily short of blood.

He was breathing unsteadily as though he had lost his breath and was only relying on the last one he had in him.

Little Valentine, who was clueless about what was going on, sat on the chair close to Old Master Lenort. He was fidgeting with his hands. His large eyes were watery, as though he were about to cry.

"B-brother." He jumped down from the chair and ran towards Draven, pulling him into a hug. "Are you okay? I have not seen you in a while."

Draven lowered his head to look at him. He stared into his watery eyes, unable to tell if he was crying or if his eyes were just wet.

Valentine puckered his lips. "Brother, you look very—"

"Valentine!" Old Master Lenort shouted his name.

Valentine jumped, startled. He quickly turned around and looked at Old Master Lenort. His soft green eyes were filled with terror. He knew that his father shouting his name in such a way meant he was in deep trouble.

"F-father..." His gentle voice sounded. It was quivering, hinting at his fear.

Old Master Lenort dangerously widened his eyes at him. "Get away from that devil!"

"Father, brother is not a devil." Valentine slowly shook his head. "He is just very sick." Droplets of tears began to fall from his large soft eyes.

Old Master Lenort glared at him. "You, stupid boy!"

"Ryan! Get him away from that beast!" he ordered.

"Yes, father." Ryan stood up from the chair and walked over. He was not willing to look at Draven. His eyes alone disgusted him, and he despised it just as much as his father does.

He grabbed Valentine’s hand to pull him away, but Valentine refused.

"Leave me alone!"

"Val!" Ryan scowled at him. "Follow me!"

Valentine shook his head. "I don’t want to go!" He looked at Draven and grabbed his skinny hand.

"Don’t let him take me away, please. Let me stay with you." He began to cry uncontrollably. "They are hurting me."

"Valentine!!" Ryan yelled at him and pulled him harshly to yank him away from Draven.

Lumian, who appeared quite worried, stood up from the chair and walked over to them.

"Ryan, you’re being too harsh. You will hurt him again, and you will probably break his hand this time around."

Ryan frowned. "Nobody will hurt him if he actually listens. That’s what happens when they are bastards born by a maid!" He scoffed and walked off to sit down.

Lumian took a deep breath and squatted down to Valentine’s height.

He grabbed his small hand. "Valentine, come with me. Nobody will hurt you, I promise you." His gaze was soft, and his touch was gentle.

Valentine looked at him and glanced at Draven. He was not sure who to follow. Draven was not responding to him, but Lumian was being nice. Out of everyone, Lumian was the only one who had never hurt him before.