A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 34: You’re Hurting Me!!

Chapter 34: You’re Hurting Me!!

All chandeliers went off, leaving only one light above. This particular light shone down on the ring making Avelina and Natasha visible.

With keen eyesight, Draven immediately glanced at Olive, whose eyes had met his at the same time. He gave him a slight nod, as though permitting him to carry out an action.

Olive responded with a nod.

He diverted his attention to Avelina and Natasha, who began to move in circles, their eyes narrowing into a thin line. He lifted his gloved hand, about to do something, but he stopped the next moment with surprise flashing in his eyes.

Avelina, who was yet to clash with Natasha, had twirled the knives, holding them in a way that only those skilled in them could. This not only surprised Draven, but it surprised the rest of the royal family, including the whole crowd.

Old Master Lenort raised his brows and frowned. He folded his arms and crossed his legs to enjoy the show.

Still walking vigilantly in circles opposite Natasha, whose eyes were filled with deadliness, Avelina’s heart pounded with a mixture of trepidation and determination fueling her every move.

"You’re scared, aren’t you?" Natasha taunted, her gray eyes burning with an insatiable thirst and a predatory hunger to kill.

Her raven hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back, complimenting the long floral gown that she wore. Her porcelain skin shimmered under the glow of the light above, and her sharp fangs glistened as she bared them in a feral snarl, emitting an aura of power that sent shivers down Avelina’s spine.

Avelina did not respond. She steadied herself and gripped the hilt of her dual silver knives. Her defense skills had prepared her a bit for this.

The clash between a human and a supernatural being was about to begin!

Natasha waved her hands, immediately stretching out her sharp nails. She lunged forward with inhumane speed, and Avelina deftly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding her razor-sharp claws.

Her knives flashed under the glow of the light as she countered with a swift strike. The blades whistled through the air, but Natasha, who was way swifter, dodged with preternatural agility.

Their battle was a dance of lethal precision—their movements, a symphony of clashing blades, claws, and evasive maneuvers.

The audience, including Loui and Lucien, stared with dropped jaws, unsure if this was real. Olive, whose hand was hanging in the air, rubbed his eyes just to be sure that he was witnessing this scene.

Draven slowly blinked his eyes, dumbstruck written all over his face. Was that still his... wife?

Old Master Lenort, on the other hand, slowly uncrossed his legs, his body tensed in shock. The rest of the royal family stared with their mouths agape.

Avelina ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding Natasha’s wicked claws as they tore through the air. With every miss, her resolve grew stronger, and her focus was unwavering.

She staggered back from Natasha’s attack and breathed heavily. Blood slowly began to trickle down the wound that had been inflicted on her face, and she wiped it off.

"You disgusting human!" Natasha bellowed, angered.

She had expected to finish off Avelina in one single blow, but this was going on longer than she wanted!

Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and in rage, she moved at the speed of light, arriving before Avelina in the blink of an eye.

She mercilessly kicked Avelina, sending her crashing onto the pillar to that the wires covering the ring were attached.

Blood trickled from the gash on Avelina’s forehead, and she plummeted to the floor.

The announcer immediately proceeded to count down. "Five! Four! Three! Two! On—"

Avelina sprang to her feet as quickly as she could and hurtled backward in dizziness.

She stumbled from one line to another, in search of the knives that had slipped out of her hands.

"DIE!!!" Natasha yelled with killing intent and moved to finish her off, but her actions were stopped by an unknown force.

Within the crowd, Olive, whose ability was to control any living thing as long as they could breathe, contracted his fingers, taking control over Natasha’s body.

He began to pull her backward, his expression calm and resolute.

Natasha darted her eyes from left to right, confusion written all over her face.

"Who is doing this?!?" she questioned, aware that someone was using his or her abilities on her.

Loui glanced around, and the moment he glimpsed Old Master Lenort, who was hurriedly looking around in search of the person using his or her ability, he slapped Olive’s hand.

"Olive, stop!!"

Olive immediately withdrew his hand, freeing Natasha.

Then he questioned, "Why did you do that?"

"His majesty!" Loui responded in a barely audible voice.

Olive peeked at Old Master Lenort and averted his gaze before their eyes could meet. He took deep breaths and balled his hands into tight fists, having failed the duty that Draven assigned to him.

On the other hand, Natasha, who had regained her stamina, flared her nose in fury. She picked up Avelina’s knife and launched herself to finish her off with it.

At that moment, Draven beheld a mosaic of future events condensed into a swift burst of insight. Within those five seconds, he discerned the flicker of a knife’s blade and foresaw an imminent attack on Avelina, who failed to dodge Natasha’s strike.

He left his seat with a swift movement, and before the knife could penetrate Avelina, he positioned himself in between them, thus taking the fatal blow.

A heavy gasp fled from the entire crowd. They covered their mouths and stood up to their feet in shock.

Olive, Loui, and Lucien stood up, their eyes filled with deep worry and concern.

As Draven grabbed Natasha’s slender wrist, she trembled, and her veins popped up on her neck.

"Hey!! You’re hurting me!" she screamed, not able to escape Draven’s grip.

Draven, whose face was expressionless, twisted her hand and flung her away with little to no effort, sending her flying out of the ring.

"Five minutes have been up since about four minutes ago!" he declared in a furious tone.

The announcer quickly looked at his stopwatch, and his eyes flickered at the realization that it was almost ten minutes.

This meant that even without help, Avelina had won on her own.

"I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, young master!" The announcer lowered his head in sincere apology. "My deepest apology—"

His words came to a halt at the sight of Draven’s bleeding stomach.

"Young master! Y-you’re bleeding!" he clamored, diverting the attention of the audience to Draven’s belly.