A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 387: It Smells Horrible

Chapter 387: It Smells Horrible

Olive sighed, lowering his head.

"You never would have told me if I didn’t ask, right?"

Valentine didn’t give him a response.

"Answer me, Valentine." Olive’s hands, which were pressed down on the bed on either side of his head, balled into fists.

Valentine spared him a glance and mumbled an answer, "Yes... I wouldn’t have told you."

"I see." Olive abruptly chuckled, amused. "You are a horrible and selfish person, Valentine. You really are." He got off him and laid back down on the bed, turning to face the other side.

"I’m not selfish," Valentine retaliated. "I didn’t say a word for your sake, and not just for yours, but for others too. How does that make me selfish?"

"If you can’t even figure that much out, fuck off and never come back here!" Olive growled at him, pissed off. "Idiot!"

"I’m not an idiot, don’t call me that!" Valentine glared at him.

"You are right. You are worse than an idiot. In fact, I don’t even know what to classify you as!" Olive cursed, utterly provoked. "You are very stupid and childish and such a—"

"Olive!" Valentine shouted at him. "Stop it! I know that I messed up by not telling you, but..." His voice cracked in between his words, causing Olive to slowly turn and look at him.

"Put yourself in my shoes and understand how I feel. What did you expect me to do? To run around and inform everyone that I was dying? For what? So that I would be pitied, and..." he breathed, throwing his hand over his eyes that had tears dropping from them. "...Forget it. You wouldn’t even understand. I’m a horrible person, and I am an idiot. I get it, and I accept that. But I was only looking out for you and my brother. I didn’t want to worry anyone with my problems and make everything about me."

"I will leave soon just like you want." He adjusted and laid on his side, his back facing Olive.

Olive gazed at his back and sighed, pinching his brows.

"Have you slept well recently, Valentine?"

"Barely..." Valentine mumbled.

"Then I guess this is the least I can do for you." Olive wrapped his arms around his thin waist, pulling him closer to him, hoping to lend him the coldness of his body. "You are not dying. I will find an antidote—a way to heal you, Valentine, so just hold on, okay?"

Valentine, whose eyes were blown wide, having not expected it, blinked, completely still. He stared at nothing for a short while before slowly shaking his head. "It’s no use. There is no antidote, and there is no way to save me. You would feel much better if you accepted that."

"Why would I accept something as stupid as this without seeking other options? Don’t give up, at least, not until I try, okay?" Olive disagreed, pulling him closer, so his body was completely pressed against his, lending him his coldness. "I’ll save you, and when I do, we will have to find a way to get rid of your trauma. You want to fall in love, do you not?"

"I suppose...so," Valentine muttered a response.

"Good!" Olive smiled, hugging him tighter. "So don’t think of dying yet. I’ll fix you, and then you can fall in love and have a little family like you want. It is not as hard as you think. Lord, you should be a bit more optimistic, Valentine."

Valentine chuckled at his words, amused. "I’ll take your word for it then."

Olive exhaled, resting his jaw atop his head. "I’m sorry for calling you an idiot. You are not an idiot, and I do understand you. So forgive me. Also, you can stay with me for as long as you want, okay?"

He waited for his response, but none came.

"Valentine?" Olive touched his nose, and only then did he realize that he’d fallen asleep. He let out a deep sigh of relief and shut his eyes, wanting to nap as well. "I’ll save you. I promise."

——

It was finally the long-awaited day. Unlike the mornings, which were usually very quiet, this morning was rather noisy. Maids were busily running up and down, making preparations and whatnot.

Relatives of the royal family were arriving at the royal mansions, and preparations were being done in the royal hall where the ceremony would be taking place tonight.

Avelina had expected that Old Master Lenort would hold the ceremony outside of the royal mansion, but it was the total opposite. It was an obvious hint at how important the ceremony was.

Avelina sat on the bed with crossed legs. She was staring at Draven, who was urging her to open her mouth.

She’d been vomiting quite a bit for the last few days now, and he couldn’t tell why. He’d called Mr. Jean to check up on her, but he wasn’t available. He’d traveled out to meet up with his family, who were in Paris; thus, returning was currently not possible.

All he could afford to do was call on the phone and inquire about what the issue could possibly be. Mr. Jean had concluded that it might just be part of the effects of being turned. He had proposed a certain elixir, and currently, Draven was sitting in front of Avelina with the elixir. She held a very grumpy look.

"Sunshine, please open your mouth, I beg you," Draven pleaded.

Avelina shook her head. "It smells horrible, Draven. I can’t imagine the taste."

"I promise you, it doesn’t taste as bad as you think," Draven assured, smiling and hoping to convince her.

Avelina shook her head at him. "I don’t trust you on—"

She quickly rushed down from the bed and hurried into the bathroom. Draven’s face palmed himself, exhausted.

He got out of bed and proceeded after her into the bathroom. "Avelina, are you okay?"

Avelina, who was washing her face at the sink, nodded her head.

"I am. I just smelled something that really upset me."