A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 186: Shall We?

Chapter 186: Shall We?

Old Master Lenort commanded.

"Set the fire!"

The guard standing beside the sticks of wood clad in all-covering clothing nodded and lit the wood.

It caught fire and began to spread at a fast pace.

Erawada began to scream as the pain from the sun burning her was much more agonizing compared to the fire.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Her tormenting screams pierced their ears, causing them to immediately cover their ears, afraid that their eardrums would get damaged.

Erawada’s gift was her voice. None had a beautiful voice compared to hers. She was said to sing like a siren and talk in a way that could instantly put one to sleep. Perhaps that was what attracted Old Master Lenort to her, even though she was nothing but a mere maid.

"No, no, no, no, NO!!!" Draven screamed and tried to break free from the chain, but it was impossible. They were silver chains, and even though it could not kill them, it weakened them, thus making it impossible for him to break free.

He was forced to watch his mother burn to death before his eyes, and he could not do anything. He could not save her.

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Draven breathed heavily, his eyes never leaving Caesar’s orbs.

"Hey, boy, I think you need to stop scratching yourself. You are bleeding pretty badly," Caesar said, not sure what was going on.

Olive, on the other hand, was left confused. What was going on? Why was Don just standing, searching his neck, and making himself bleed? Why were his pupils dilated as though he were horrified?

Valentine flickered his weary lashes, seeming to understand what was going on.

"Draven..." He moved to get up on his feet, but too dizzy to do so, he plopped to the ground, slowly beginning to fall unconscious. The bleeding from his head was not stopping, even with the piece of clothing used.

Caesar deeply frowned. Something wasn’t right. He could tell, and he was sure about it.

"Hey, boy—"

"Je vais vous tuer!" Draven spoke in an otherworldly tone, as though he were completely a different person at that moment.

Caesar could tell his words were no joke. The glint in his eyes was one of blood thirst, and he knew that he would and most definitely would kill him, and no, he was not going to back down. The level of killing intent he was perceiving from him was giving him a headache.

He smiled. "You want to pay me back for the death of your mother, is that it?"

Draven did not respond, but one could tell that those words were infuriating him more.

Caesar chuckled.

"Well... You won’t be able to kill me so easily, boy. I do not think you will be able to. Sure, you are a prodigy in all contexts, but I’m still stronger than you are. So killing me—"

His words were yet to be completed when a sudden, heavy breeze smacked his face, causing him to widen his eyes.

He flicked his lashes, and his heart skipped a bit the second his facial skin began to bleed. He touched his cheek and looked at the blood smeared in his hand. He turned around and glanced at Draven, who had his back facing him.

"Do you think you would still be able to walk out of here alive?" Draven questioned.

Caesar was silent, processing what had just happened.

Impossible! There was no way that boy could have moved without his knowledge. There was no way possible. He was stronger, and therefore he should have sensed him even before he made his first move. Impossible!

Draven turned around and looked at him.

"I did not think you were still alive because, really, I have been searching everywhere for you. I feel relieved standing here face to face with you because now I can do what I have been wanting to do for so long."

"I’m going to kill you, but do you know how?" he queried with his head tilted, ignoring his neck, which was still bleeding but not as profusely as before.

Caesar arched his brow at him.

"Enlighten me."

Draven glanced through the window to look at the sun.

"It is an afternoon sun, and unlike the morning sun, it burns worse. I am going to put you out there and have you burn to your death. You are quite lucky that I do not have a lighter with me. If I did, I would have set you on fire as well." His tone was pacific as he spoke. His voice had no hint of threat, but his words were deadly.

Caesar stared at him and abruptly began to laugh. "Are you serious? Wow, you must really hate me. I did not know your mother’s death got to you this much. But what can I say? I would have done the same if I were in your shoes, so don’t worry, boy, I hold no grudges." He beat his chest.

Draven seemed unbothered. He glanced over at Olive and walked toward him.

"Your weapon." He extended his hands out. "Give it to me."

Olive, who appeared confused by everything happening, quickly grabbed the two daggers he came with and gave them to him.

Draven received it and strolled back to stand opposite Caesar.

"This is not my ideal weapon, but I’ll manage," he said as he adjusted his gloves. He twirled the daggers in his hands and looked at Caesar.

"Shall we?"

Caesar smiled at him. "You have begun to communicate a bit more, even though your words are only a few. However, I still like it. Hahaha."

He laughed to his content while Draven watched him.

The air crackled with anticipation as the two locked eyes and their muscles tensed. Caesar’s fangs were bared, intent on getting even a drop of Draven’s blood.

"Faisons cela!" he hollered, and the silence was finally broken by a deafening clash as he lunged forward, his movements swift and calculated.

However, Draven met the attack head-on, utilizing his agility and extreme speed to narrowly avoid the strike.