A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 183: Burned?

Chapter 183: Burned?

Valentine had bruises all over his young body, and they were either from old master Lenort, Ryan, or Lestat.

Lumian gently pulled him into a hug and stood up while carrying him in his arms.

"I would like to take him to his room, Father," he said.

Old Master Lenort waved his hand at him, dismissing him. Lumian left the meeting room with Valentine in his arms.

He knew Valentine loved Draven more than anything for reasons unknown, therefore, he was not willing to let him witness what was about to happen. He did not need to be told what would unfold.

"Where are we going?" Valentine asked.

Lumian looked at him. "To your room. You need to eat and sleep. I am sure you will feel better and bubbly in the morning." He smiled cynically at him.

Valentine blinked his large eyes and tried to smile in response, but the sound of something breaking startled him. Then came old master Lenort’s high tone.

"Call the royal guards!"

"Where is my mother?" He could hear Draven’s angered voice next.

This made him afraid, so he looked at Lumian. "Brother, we should go back. They are hurting—"

"It’s okay, Valentine. We cannot go back there." Lumian shook his head at him.

Valentine disagreed. "No, no, put me down!" He struggled to escape from Lumian, but Lumian held him tightly, unwilling to let go.

He stepped into his room and shut the door behind them, locking it.

He brought Valentine down to his feet, and Valentine, who was enraged, kicked him.

"Take me back! Take me back!"

He began to bang on the door, trying to open it, but it was to no avail.

Lumian stared at him and sighed. He stuffed his hand into the pocket of his coat and grabbed a handkerchief.

He approached Valentine and covered his nose with it.

Valentine dilated his eyes and began to scream.

"Let me go! Let me go!" He was frantically kicking his feet, very aware that the handkerchief was drugged.

Each time they were done hurting him, they would place the handkerchief over his face, putting him to sleep. Ryan and Lestat were the ones who always did it to him, so he never thought that Lumian would either.

Only when he lost consciousness did Lumian take the handkerchief off. He lifted him into his arms and laid him down on the bed.

"Sleep well."

He left the room, shutting and locking the door from the outside. Then he returned to the meeting room, where he met Butler Santino, standing with his body trembling.

He rushed in, only to see Draven pinned high up against the wall by the neck. His father was trying to strangle him to death.

Draven looked furious. His eyes were pitch black, sending chills coursing through their bodies.

"Where is my mother?" he questioned, struggling in Old Master Lenort’s brutal grip.

Old Master Lenort’s face scrunched in rage. "You devil child!" He threw Draven across the room, sending him flying and crashing onto a glass shelf, breaking it into pieces.

"Your majesty!" Santino rushed towards Old Master Lenort, falling to his knees. "Please spare him, I beg of you. Please do not kill him. Punish me instead."

Old Master Lenort scowled at him.

"If you do not get out of my face in the next second, I will send you to hell!"

But Santino was unwilling, so he stood his ground. He does not mind dying so long as the little prince lives.

Infuriated by such determination, Old Master Lenort proceeded to kick him out of the way, but someone interfered.

"Lenort!"

Old Master Lenort came to a halt. He glanced at the intruder.

"Caesar! What is it?"

"She has escaped into this mansion. I want you to find her!" Caesar looked infuriated.

The buttons on his shirt were opened, hinting that he had just tried to do something terrible before Erawada fled from him.

Old Master Lenort furrowed his brow. "I should find her? Are you out of your mind, Caesar?"

Caesar breathed heavily, trying to calm his anger.

"Lenort, find her. Have your guards search the entire mansion."

Draven, who was lying helplessly on the floor, turned his head to catch a glimpse of Caesar. He was weak—too worn out to even stand up. He needed blood, even if it was just a sip. He could possibly die soon if even just a cup of blood was not given to him.

Old Master Lenort balled his hands into a tight fist.

He made an order to search the entire palace and find Erawada.

"One more request, Lenort," Caesar spoke. "I want her burned when you do!"

Old Master Lenort raised his brow. "Burned?"

"Yes. I want that bitch to die. She has crossed the line, and I will never forgive it. Nobody runs from me!" Caesar affirmed.

Old Master Lenort was going to say no at first, but as though having thought of something, he smirked.

"While I burn her, I might as well have her bastard devil of a child watch." He gradually burst into heavy laughter.

Santino’s eyes were filled with horror. "No...no..." he shook his head and quickly crawled towards Draven upon hearing his painful groan.

"Y-young master." He lifted him into his arms. He was panicking inwardly, able to glimpse the fleeting light in Draven’s eyes. "Young master, please don’t fall asleep. You have to stay awake!"

Draven breathed slowly and faintly. "Santi...Santino, I need...I need blood. Please, find me one."

"Young master..." Santino blinked his eyes. "I don’t know where to find one. I am not allowed in the storage, so I don’t know what to do." He was starting to tear up, confused.

Erawada was about to be killed, and her only child, whom she wanted to keep safe for her, was also about to die in his arms.

"Take them away and lock them in the cell," Old Master Lenort abruptly commanded. "Tightened the security. If you have to put twenty royal guards on watch, do it! They must not be let out without my command, understood?!"