A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 409: I Don’t Fucking Care!

Chapter 409: I Don’t Fucking Care!

Lucien knew very well that the fact that Ava could no longer feel Prince meant that he was dead. They must have killed him, and letting Ava rush in there would be a huge mistake. They would kill her too, just like they did Prince.

"Ava, Prince is gone! They will kill you too if you go in there!" Lucien yelled at her, dragging her along. She pulled her away, but Ava didn’t stop fighting and struggling.

In the end, Lucien had no other choice but to half turn into a werewolf—what she truly was—using the boosted strength and speed to take her away.

Ava could only dangle helplessly in her arms. Only when they arrived at the closest inn did Lucien stop. She signed in, paying for a room.

Their estate was too far, and she didn’t have enough strength to run all the way back there with Ava in her arms. They would wait at the inn for a call from Pierre and Olive.

Prince was dead... What will they do now? Was Draven dead too? If so, was that why they were able to kill Prince?

Lucien’s thoughts were utterly jumbled as she carried Ava in her arms, making her way to their room. She shut the door, laid Ava on the bed, and took out her phone to try calling either Olive or Pierre.

Unfortunately, the call didn’t go through, leaving her completely distressed and confused. What if something had happened to Pierre or Olive? Pierre did rush after Loui and Olive went to find Valentine.

Biting her lip, Lucien sat down on the sofa, throwing her head back. A single tear slipped from both her eyes, still unable to come to terms with the fact that Prince was dead.

"Prince," she mumbled to herself.

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Olive, who had reached the area he was able to track Valentine down to, looked around, completely lost and perplexed.

He arrived at the place, but he could not find a sign of Valentine anywhere. Where was he?

"Valentine!! Val!!" he shouted his name, hoping he could hear him wherever he was.

Valentine was a bit distant from him, lying helplessly on the ground. For however many hours Lumian had left him there, he hadn’t come to see him or take him out of there. He’d left him there. For what reason? To leave him to die?

Although it was distant and muffled, Valentine could hear someone calling him, and that voice belonged to Olive. He could tell so, even from afar.

Slowly, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing Olive’s number.

Olive’s phone rang, and only then was he able to pinpoint Valentine’s exact location. Without hesitating, he rushed off, running towards the area where Valentine was lying on the ground, curled up into a softball. His phone was in hand, and there were still tears slipping from his eyes.

For how long had he been crying?

"Val...Val, I’m here. Get up." Carefully, Olive put his hand under his head, lifting him up into a seating position.

Valentine’s hair was loose and ruffled, falling all over his shoulder and over his face. It’d covered his reddish and puffy eyes, which were the result of crying for too long.

"Come, let me take you back." Olive went on his knees, attempting to lift him, but Valentine grabbed his arm, shaking his head at him.

"O-olive...my brother. Draven, did you get him out? Did you save him? What about my sister-in-law? Is she okay? Did you help them out?" Valentine asked desperately, ignoring his nose, which was bleeding profusely.

Olive stared at him. He had no answer to his question because he hadn’t gone with Prince and the others. He was not sure if they’d managed to save Draven because he hadn’t received a call from them to confirm it.

"Valentine, please come with me first. They all went to save him, so I know Don will be okay. Come with me. You won’t be able to see him if you don’t survive," he cooed, grabbing his hands.

Valentine helplessly shook his head at him. "I don’t have any strength left in me. My nose has been bleeding for an hour now, and it isn’t stopping. I’ve been coughing up bloo—"

His left hand rushed to his mouth and he coughed frantically, coughing out mouthfuls after mouthfuls of blood.

Olive became afraid at the sight of this. What if Valentine dies here? What if he somehow dies before he can take him back home for proper care? He promised him that he would make sure to save him so he could have a happy life. Will he not be able to fulfill that promise?

Quickly, Olive shook his head, unwilling to think so negatively. He unbuttoned his shirt, baring his neck. "Take my blood. You need it."

"No!" Valentine strongly disagreed. "I can’t do that to you again. You remember what happened the last time you offered your blood to—"

"I don’t fucking care! Just take what I give you, please. We don’t have any more time to waste." Olive glared at him, snatching him by the collar and pulling him closer to him.

Valentine was unsure, but he had no other choice. If he didn’t take Olive’s blood, he doubted he would be able to survive until they arrived back at the royal mansion.

"Up in my arms," Olive said to him.

Valentine blinked his eyes. "Huh? What do you—"

Olive, who wanted to return as soon as possible, lifted him into a bridal style and began to hurry off. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he was having a bad feeling as if something had gone wrong. Why had no one contacted him yet? Has something happened to Prince, Ava, and Lucien?

"Olive, what are you doing?" Valentine asked, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Stay still. We need to get back as fast as we can. While I fly us back, please take as much blood as you need. I want you to be a bit healthy before we reach back, okay?" Olive spared him a glance, expecting a positive response from him.

Slowly, Valentine nodded his head, his grip tightening. He elongated his fangs, and while Olive unfurled his wings to fly high up, he bit into his shoulder and began to drink his blood.