Taming My Vampire Servant - Chapter 222

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When Ivory opened her eyes next, she saw paradise.

Barefooted and only wearing a white chiffon flowing dress, she walked over the small yellow daisies and soft green grasses. Ivory couldn’t help but smile as she saw the big and small butterflies following her around. The sun was shining brightly, yet the subtle warmth didn’t hurt her fair skin.

At a distance, a lush oak tree could be seen. Ivory got curious and walked toward its direction. When she got nearer, she saw a ginger-haired woman standing underneath.

“Ivory, hello,” she greeted. The woman’s familiar smile was brighter than the sun, but Ivory couldn’t recall who it was. The gingerhead was wearing a sleeveless fishtail gown. The bust down to the waist was made of metal in which the tip looked like feathers, while the end of the skirt’s made of brown satin.

“Uhm, hello… Who are you? And where is this place?”

“My name is Destinia, and you are at the boundary of heaven and the world…”

“Oh my goddess! What-” she immediately knelt down, “Apologies, I didn’t know! Uhm, I am Ivory Sprucemint, and I live in your Kingdom!”

Destinia chuckled, “It’s alright…” and helped Ivory to stand up. “Actually, I was waiting for you.”

Ivory looked at her in a confused expression.

“Because you have helped the Silverblade Prince reclaim his throne, I give you the freedom to choose your fate, Ivory.”

“I can… choose my fate?” there was a sudden hope in her eyes.

“Yes. You have displayed loyalty to the Kingdom, and this is my reward to you. Choose from the two options,” she explained. “Choose to be a normal human by being cleansed and unchosen in a special ritual by me, or choose to become a full-fledged Werewolf Servant of Prince Levian and serve him and the Kingdom until his last breath.”

Ivory suddenly felt helpless. She realized what had happened to her so far. Now, the paradise’s beauty became nothing but an illusion.

“If I choose to become human, my mana will be returned to you, and Sigmund will be unsummoned. But if I become a Servant, Sigmund will also be unsummoned…” she clenched her fists, then stared at the Goddess of her Kingdom.

Destinia stayed quiet as she watched her cry.

“Why do you torture me like this, Goddess Destinia? I did everything in my power to serve you and the Kingdom!” she cried out.

Destinia already experienced being human, so she understood where her feelings were coming from.

But as the Goddess, who was assigned to oversee her own kingdom, she knew she shouldn’t be too giving and should be fair to all of the citizens in her kingdom.

Destinia had learned her lesson, and the Holy Supreme God said that it would depend on her judgment with Ivory whether she could return to heaven or not. At the heaven-world boundary, a person could change her fate with a God or Goddess’ permission.

“I only asked you to choose one, dear,” the ginger-haired Goddess told her.

“How could I live without Sigmund?” Ivory’s tears fell from her eyes. “I’d rather die without him by my side!”

Destinia sighed, then patted her head as she let her sadness out through her tears. And as the Goddess observed her, she finally came to a conclusion.

“Very well. If you can’t decide… then as the Goddess of this Kingdom, I shall decide for you.”

Goddess Destinia did not wait for her response, and her holy hand glowed so brightly, turning the surroundings hazy white, before Ivory became unconscious.

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“…ry… Ivory!” Levi yelled when he saw Ivory’s eyes open. He sat on a wooden chair beside her bed.

The intricately designed blue canopy seemed wavy in Ivory’s vision for a short while. She closed her eyes once again, and then rubbed them with her fingers.

“How are you feeling?” The Silverblade heir placed an extra pillow behind her.

She opened her eyes and looked straight into Levi’s eyes, “What happened?” Ivory took off her blanket, and saw her chest and tummy covered with several bandages.

“You can’t remember?” Levi asked.

Ivory stared at his confused expression, and she looked around realizing that she was in an extravagant place. The bed she was on, especially felt so soft, and had canopy and curtains. She looked around the room and everything was in shades of blue. She saw expensive looking furniture, a bedside table, and an end table near the bed. A big mirror and a dressing table were placed against the wall.

Then, flashbacks of what happened during the war appeared at the back of her mind.

Tears fell from her eyes, realizing her ill fate with her beloved Vampire Servant.

Her voice shook, “Where… Where is Sigmund?”

But Prince Levian averted his gaze. Should he tell her what he did to her lover?

“Ivory, later’s my official coronation as King, and I want you to be present… But you’re still half-human, so for now, I’ll tell them to prepare your porridge,” Levi said and stood up from his seat.

Ivory immediately reached out for her Master’s hand and clenched it tightly. “Please… I need to see him…”

“After he went berserk three days ago? No, I will never allow you to meet him.”

Levi shook off her hand from her tight grasp and walked out of the room.

Ivory’s tears trickled down her cheeks. What could have they done to Sigmund these past few days? Full of regret, despair was clouding her judgment.

She recalled the deal that the soon-to-be king made with her. Prince Levian promised he’d help prove Sigmund’s innocence, and so she trusted him and accepted his offer.

But that deal might have gotten nullified, after the prince saw him hurt Ivory badly. Anyone would lose trust towards someone who went violent in such a situation.

Ivory got up from her bed and ran towards the door. When she slid it open, she caught the attention of two of Levi’s allies who turned knights, and they requested her to go back to her bed to rest more. She was also informed that Levi ordered them to not let her out of the room.

The Werewolf Servant followed, and so she closed the door once again. But this did not stop her from thinking of another solution.

She slightly pulled sideways the thick, turquoise-colored curtain on the wide window. Outside, she saw two knights standing below, and a few roaming around. She was only on the second floor.

Ivory knew that she’s in the Silverblade Castle. The room was intricately-designed, and the carves and colors of the walls and ceilings were familiar to her since she went there before when she was invited by Jirou Dragonicus.

Exactly when she thought of the half human, she saw him, riding on his dragon while soaring around.

Jirou was doing his task of scouting the Silverblade Castle. By King Levi’s grace, he was given the position of a Royal Knight. Even though he was the late evil king’s son, he contributed greatly in their victory.

The truth was, he longed to see Ivory. When he learned of her being a half human as well, Jirou wanted to be closer to her even more.

Jirou glanced at the window of Ivory’s room. As soon as he saw her peeking outside, he moved his dragon to fly near it.

Beaming a smile when he saw her in a better state, he told her after she opened the window slightly, “It’s good to see you awake! How are you?”

But Ivory answered, “I need your help,” her voice was shaking, “Help me get out of here.”