A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 413: Where Are You, Valentine?

Chapter 413: Where Are You, Valentine?

Loui was honest, nodding his head. "I had no other choice, Pierre. I didn’t know what to do."

"You didn’t know what to do?" Pierre laughed cynically, unable to even believe it. "You could have told us! You could have said something to Don. I know fucking well that he would have done all he can to save your useless sister. But, of course, you are so fucking selfish. Sacrificing the life of the man who saved you when you were at your lowest must feel good, doesn’t it?"

He threw his head back, taking a deep breath. "Where is your fucking sister, huh? Didn’t she die in the end? What the fuck did you gain? Nothing. Nothing at all, Loui!" he spat, infuriated.

Loui lowered his head, his gun still aiming at Pierre. Gradually, he began to sob, his tears dropping from his eyes onto the floor.

"No one will ever forgive me, right? Not even in my next life. I know you won’t either." He smiled lightly. "But Pierre, I still want to say sorry and ask for your forgiveness. I’m really sorry for everything and for ruining the family we all were. It is all my fault, and I messed up everything."

"No apology I can give will ever be enough, but this is as much as I can utter." He chuckled softly, his eyes brimming with pain and sadness. "You, Loui, are my one and only best friend, and you’ll always be. Even in our next lives, I want us to be. No one has ever understood me better than you did, and the days I spent with you were the best moments of my life. All of you were everything I could have ever asked for."

Pierre half-smiled at him.

"You are my one and only, as well. But..." he paused. "...You must pay for what you’ve done. They died because of you." He cocked the gun.

Loui nodded, concurring with him. "You are right. But I want you to die with me. I am that selfish, so we can meet again."

"Let’s meet in a new life, Pierre, and hopefully I will be a better person. Someone, worthy of every friendship you have to offer me."

With one last pessimistic smile at each other, they shot straight at the center of their heads, killing each other. With eyes boring into each other, they fell, dropping to the floor on their backs.

Slowly, the last bit of life escaped their body, which was now lying in its own pool of blood.

In the next life...perhaps.

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Olive flew lower, putting his feet down on the concrete ground. With Valentine in his arms, he walked into the royal mansion, confused by the lack of guards. His soul was shaking rapidly, having felt it—that moment Draven died. But he needed to confirm it himself.

Stopping inside the hall in front of Draven, Avelina, Loui, Pierre, and Prince’s dead bodies, Olive’s body shook. He slowly put Valentine on his feet, utterly glued to his spot.

He stared at the corpses, trying to understand if perhaps he was having some kind of nightmare that was completely not true at all.

"Don...lady Avelina...Pierre, Prince... L-Loui. W-what’s going on? Why are you all dead?"

He quickly turned around at the sound of something hitting the ground with a heavy thud. His pupils were clouded by hot tears, and the second he realized that Valentine was the one who’d collapsed to the ground, his eyes dilated, and he rushed towards him.

"Val! Valentine!!! Please, wake up!! Valentine!!!" He shook him frantically, but no response came from him.

He lowered his hand to his nose, and thankfully, Valentine was still breathing. He’d only collapsed.

Quickly, Olive lifted him into his arms and rushed out of the royal mansion while completely sobbing silently. His tears were spilling, dripping down his face.

He managed to pay for an inn, hoping to take care of Valentine and save him. He was more than afraid that, through this, Valentine might actually die and he would lose him too.

Carefully, he laid Valentine on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off him. He rushed to the bathroom, filled a bowl with cold water, and came back with a small towel as well.

Olive dipped it into the cold water, lifted it, and gently began to rub all over Valentine’s body, trying his best to keep him alive.

"Val, please, y-you have to stay alive. You cannot die either. I beg you." He was crying uncontrollably, his thoughts completely jumbled. Never in his life had he ever cried so much, he was wholly at loss of where to start or what to even do.

This method he continued for over an hour and eventually ended up falling asleep with puffy eyes, his body weakened.

Valentine, who had been unconscious for over an hour now, finally awoke. He stared at the ceiling, and slowly sat up on the bed, his eyes lowering to peer at Olive, whose head was resting on his lap.

Gently, he caressed Olive’s hair, tucking it behind his ear. Then he carefully pushed him aside, got down from the bed, and left the inn.

Unfurling his wings, Valentine flew off, flying high up to the highest sky tower. There, he stood and took out the knife he’d collected. With it, he began to brutally and angrily cut his wings, wounding himself.

He tightly bit into his lip, enduring the pain. His tattered wings bled profusely, and he dropped to the floor, the knife falling off his hand.

Yes, he was going to commit suicide. After all, he had nothing else to live for. He might as well kill himself.

With a deep breath exiting his nose, he stood up, ready to do it, but just then, his phone rang. He looked at the screen and answered.

"Olive..."

[Where are you, Valentine?] Olive shouted from the other side of the phone. [Please don’t do this to me, Valentine. Just tell me where you are] he begged.

A soft smile emerged on Valentine’s face. "Come to the sky tower. I’ll be waiting for you there."

[Okay, please stay still, okay?]