There is a saying that your enemy is actually the person closest to you.
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The corridors of Gervinder's were dark at night, torches stuck in the walls lit up along the steps of a man stumbling and a sword at his waist. He stopped at a large door. He opened the door into a pitch-black room before he started lighting one candle at a time.
Candle after candle was lit and two large paintings were visible there. The last candle was lit, the one right in the middle of the two paintings. The painting is now clearly visible, the painting of Lord Gervinder and his Queen. Yoshiro and Arcelle. The man sat facing the two paintings and put his feet up on the table.
He stared intently at the painting right in front of him. In his hand he held a knife that he took from the desk drawer. "The time has come!"
He said while playing the knife with his finger like a toy. The light in the room was dim because the room was hidden in the Palace, a dungeon that had not been used for a long time, perhaps one would not have guessed if someone visited it often.
"You've had enough happiness. Time for painful suffering, accompanying the rest of your time..."
The man stared fiercely at the painting of the ruler of the Gervinder. Deep hatred shines through the eyes of the mysterious man who lives in Gervinder.
No one knows who and how this person is. Of course he is a traitor to the kingdom. The traitor who lives inside Gervinder.
He stood wearing his robe back which he slung over the chair. A second later he threw his knife right at the painting of the Lord Gervinder.
"Let's start this game..."
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Yoshiro walked calmly toward his soul mate who was pensive near the rose bushes. Arcelle inhaled deeply the scent of her favorite rose.
"Stop all this Arcelle."
Yoshiro immediately hugged Arcelle from behind. He leaned his head on his wife's shoulder and closed his eyes.
It had been almost two weeks that Arcelle had not filled her stomach with food. Yoshiro could no longer bear to see his wife drown in grief, and he knew what had made her to be like this.
"If you torture yourself like this, I will feel the pain of Arcelle. How long are you going to ignore me like this?"
Arcelle had no intention of answering Yoshiro's question. He prefers to play with the flowers in front of him. Her gaze was as empty as felt now, the loss of a son she loved so much.
Yoshiro let go of his embrace, walked forward to face Arcelle and looked longingly at his wife's beautiful face.
"Jeffry will be back..."
Jeffry's words managed to make Arcelle respond. "No! Jeffry's gone."
"What did you say? He will come back. If you really love Jeffry, you should believe Jeffry will come back to the palace again..."
"How much longer will Jeffry be back?!"
"You don't understand him. You will never understand Jeffry! Jeffry brought the owner of immortal blood!! My son is in danger!!"
"Eternal blood is the right of the vampire nation. Everyone deserves to try to get it. What Hanson did was not wrong at all, Arcelle."
Arcelle looked up at Yoshiro's sharp eyes.
"Hanson isn't wrong! You're wrong Yoshiro. You supported him to be someone who thirsts for power and strength!!"
Yoshiro was like being struck by lightning in broad daylight by Arcelle's words. "Power doesn't make anyone happy. Jeffry wants to do it because he loves us so much. He thinks he owes us a debt of gratitude to our family!!"
"He's my sister's son. You know that too. Jeffry is the only message from my brother. If the war had never happened, Jeffry might have lived happily with his parents."
Right. The war that occurred hundreds of years ago claimed the lives of Jeffry's parents.
"Do you understand all this, Yoshiro? Jeffry has no one. It is our duty to protect and love him. Jeffry is also our son! Please understand."
Arcelle vented all the grievances in her heart…the feeling of worry made her overcome by deep sadness.
Yoshiro was astonished to hear all of Arcelle's words. The war that took place several hundred years ago was his fault, the war that took the life of Arcelle's younger brother. Yoshiro just understood all of Arcelle's worries. Yes, right. Yoshiro regretted his actions.
"I'm sorry Arcelle.."
The atmosphere was quiet for a while.. Arcelle was still silent with tears still visible on his face.
"I will find Jeffry! I will bring him back. I promise!!"
"Where are you going brother?"
Yoshiro stopped in his tracks when suddenly Dae Jung came up to him.
"Look at Arcelle. Maybe you can cheer her up."
"Brother! Stop being sad.. my search for Jeffry has found a bright spot .."
Said Dae Jung with a happy expression.
Arcelle suddenly turned to look at Dae Jung expectantly.
"Yes sis. I got information that there was an attack on the Alchemist village. They were looking for immortal blood. The palace spies told me about it."
"This is good news Dae Jung. Please find Jeffry quickly. He must not be far from around that place .."
"Yes sis.. calm down! I will find Jeffry and look for him soon."
Dae Jung steps out, he is sure that Jeffry is still around the Alchemist village.
On the other side of the Gervinder, two men were talking with serious eyes.
"I'll be looking for him soon."
"We don't have time, sooner or later I have to have immortal blood!"
"Don't worry, I know where they are now. I also know if they are helpless. Jeffry has been attacked by the vampires I ordered. Their knife managed to stick in Jeffry's stomach.
And the owner of the immortal blood was also attacked by Rogue.. you can imagine how easy it is to catch our prey.."
The other man responded with a smirk.
"Wow! Turns out I lost quickly to a Rogue."
"Eternal blood will only be yours... trust everything to me!"
"Certain!"
One of them came out towards the door. The room was stuffy and there was little light.
"Hey! When are you going to finish off Yoshiro? I'm sick of seeing that old fart!"
The man who heard that was dumbfounded, something he would never be able to do.
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