A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 315: Why Are You Calling Me That?

Chapter 315: Why Are You Calling Me That?

Valentine cocked an eyebrow, wondering who this important person there to see him was. Could it be Draven?

He jumped down from the bed and slipped his feet into his slippers. As he approached the door, he buttoned his loose, light blue shirt. He grabbed the knob of the door and opened it, only for his gaze to fall on someone he’d never expected to visit him. Ever!

There, before him, none other than Lumian stood with his hands behind his back. He held a serious expression, but Valentine could glimpse vigilance in his gray eyes, as though he were watching out for someone.

Valentine frowned. "What are you doing—"

Before his words were to be completed, Lumian grabbed hold of him and pushed him back into the room, as well as moving in with him. He shut the door behind them, locking it.

This caused Valentine to immediately panic. He began to take a step back, his shoulders rising and falling in heavy breathing, deeply weary of Lumian. No one knew, but he’d developed this sort of traumatic fear and vigilance when it came to Lumian due to what he had done to him back then.

He could still vividly recall Lumian locking him in the room and knocking him out with whatever he had put in that handkerchief.

"W-w-what are you doing?" he stuttered.

Lumina let go of the knob and turned around to look at him. At the sight of his panicked state and the look of heavy weariness in his eyes and expression, he could not help but become confused.

What was going on? He pondered, aware that he’d not done anything that could possibly cause Valentine to appear in such a way. He was not his father.

Curious, he asked, "Val, what is wrong with you?"

"Why are you calling me that?" Valentine became even more worried for himself. He cannot even remember the last time Lumian had called him that intimately. They barely even spoke—no, they never spoke! At all!

Lumian appeared even more bewildered. "What do you mean by that? What is going on with you?" He took a step toward him.

But Valentine immediately stretched out his nails, sharper than a knife, ready to hurt him if he dared take another step closer to him. "Stay away! Don’t come any closer to me."

"Are you intending to hurt me?" Lumian raised his brow at him, his eyes shifting to his lengthened nails.

Valentine glared at him, angry. "I should be the one asking you that!"

"If you think you will succeed in drugging and locking me up again, I will hurt you. I wouldn’t mind killing you, Lumian, so stay away from me!"

Lumian drew his head back, his eyes fluttering rapidly in shock.

"Drug... and lock you up?"

"Isn’t that what you are so good at? Hurting me for the sake of our father’s favor?" Valentine’s emerald eyes darkened, his aura brimming with ill intent.

Lumian’s expression fell, and he took a step forward, causing Valentine to take a step back.

Lumian was way stronger than him; Valentine knew that. He was at Ryan’s level, so he knew killing Lumina was near impossible. But regardless, he wasn’t going to allow anyone to hurt him again without at least fighting back. He was no longer the child that he used to be back then.

"Okay, calm the hell down!" Lumian appeared before him in the blink of an eye and gripped him harshly by his wrist. He looked Valentine straight in the eyes, intentionally intimidating him. His eyes were soft, unlike those of Draven and Ryan, who appeared to possess cruel eyes. Thus, Valentine was more intimidated by his aura.

Valentine stared at him and, unable to stand him, he looked away, swallowing hard in slight fear.

"You are afraid of me, but you are not afraid of Draven. That does not make sense to me." Lumian spoke, annoyed.

Valentine scoffed, disgusted. "Maybe because he is not an asshole like you!"

"Asshole?" Lumian smiles lightly. "You are not afraid of Ryan either. Am I more of an asshole than Ryan is? I don’t think so."

Valentine snatched his wrist from him and pressed his body against the wall, slipping down to sit on the floor.

Lumian squatted in front of him and gripped him by the chin. "Did I perhaps traumatize you? You easily get traumatized, so did I? If so, how and when? I do not remember ever hurting you, Val. I cared for you if I do remember—"

"Go to hell!" Valentine scowled at him, slapping his hand off. "You, not knowing what you did, makes things even worse, yet you don’t consider yourself a bigger asshole. At least that fucker Ryan admits to his bullshit. You, on the other hand, don’t. You like to play the saint, which is disgusting!" His tone was filled with nothing but contempt and detestation.

He’d missed it, but there was a speck of hurt that had flashed in Lumian’s eyes. It didn’t linger for more than a second.

"And is this because of that one time I knocked you out and locked you in the room?" Lumian asked, his composure calm.

Valentine scrunched his face in disdain. "What are you feeling cocky about? I trusted you as little as I was, and you promised me. But—"

"That was because I cared for you. Did you think your little self could save your beloved big brother if you’d left that room? Did you think our father wouldn’t hurt you if you’d barged in there? Did you think your little interference would have stopped anything?" Lumian questioned him, seeming disappointed and in disbelief.

"What is wrong with you? You are aware that our father does not like you. He was already annoyed with you, and I was doing nothing more than protecting you. You were throwing a tantrum, and you didn’t even know what could possibly happen if you had gone out there. You might have been in no less a bad situation than Draven."