Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 74

[Charles’s POV]

“Charles, what do I owe this acquaintance of your visit again?” Vein sat on the other end of the couch.

I was inside his Castle far too many times in the past few days for my liking.

“I’m here to return this to you.” I raised my hand, and Mille poured the content of the Sack on Vein’s feet.

Dozens of vampire’s heads scattered across the floor, but Vein remained unperturbed. He didn’t even spare a glance at the severed heads. He was prompt on his chair with a hand on his cheek, legs crossing without a care.

Vein licked his lips. His childlike appearance matched his character. He was a young pureblood who was reckless and impudent. A combination that was both dangerous and annoying.

He was confident because he was protected by the law, while we had to excuse him every time he did something because he was young.

Because of that, he had grown smug, thinking he could get away with anything.

“When are you going to stop snooping around my castle, Vein?”

He shrugged. “It’s not my fault if my servants wanted to take a stroll in your estate. They’re newly turned, so they didn’t know the rules and a little too bold.”

I kept my face neutral. It was not the time to lose my control, even though all I could think was wiring him on the neck. That was what he wanted, and I would not give it to him.

If not for the prohibition of killing the purebloods, I had long gone feast on his blood.

However, since I couldn’t afford to make a single mistake here for the fear that I’d get punished and no one was going to protect Catherine and my Castle, I had to play this cautiously.

Vein didn’t have something precious to him. That was why he could act so brazenly. Something I pity him for. He treated his servants like pawns and didn’t care about anything but himself.

At the end of the day, it would come to bite him.

“You’re so tight, Charles. Loosen up a little,” he chuckled, “you certainly could use a party to lose that old bones of yours.”

His grin then widened, eyes twinkling in mischief. “How’s Catherine, by the way? I forgot how many times I had extended my invitation for you two to attend the festivity in my estate, but it seemed like you are busy hiding her,” he said in a meaningful way.

“. . .” It took all my will to hold my fangs back. “Be careful, Vein. Though it is prohibited to kill purebloods, if you touch a single hair on Catherine’s head, I won’t hesitate to turn you into one of the heads on your shoes.”

Vein just smiled, unbothered by my threat. He just thought that I was a pushover and that I didn’t have in me to fight him. I was the calm and pacifist from all the purebloods, and never once did I get myself into battle.

But make no mistake, I was never weak.

Just because I avoided battles didn’t mean I didn’t know how to fight.

“Ahahaha. Charles, Charles. I was never going to harm Catherine. I’m just curious about her, tis’ all. I wanted to get to know her.”

Lies!

Everyone knew that he had a reputation for taking joy from the agony of others. He was bored, and his hobby was to make fun of a new toy he was interested in.

And right now, he set his obsessions with Catherine and me. If I must become the most hunted vampire for killing a pureblood to make sure that Catherine was safe, then so be it.

I stood to my feet. This conversation was over. “Watch yourself, Vein. You don’t really want to mess with me.”

Vein grinned. “What are you going to do? Tell Rhazien about it? But I didn’t do anything. You know how newly turns are. Just like Catherine, they love to explore and didn’t know fear.”

My claws were extending from my fingers, but I resisted the urge to attack him. It wouldn’t do good now. It was precisely what he wanted –– for me to lose my cool and initiate the first attack.

If I was not careful with my actions, he might report me to Rhazien, and he might take that opportunity to storm inside the Castle while I faced my punishment for hurting a pureblood.

“I suggest that you stop now, Vein, and make sure that I wouldn’t find your servants snooping around my castle, or they’d be killed on sight.”

I turned and disappeared out from his Castle, taking Mille with me.

“You are welcome in my estate anytime, Charles.”

Vein’s laughter boomed even far away from his mansion.

I bit my lip. It was infuriating how I couldn’t do anything against him because of the law. But I guess that also goes both ways. He also couldn’t do anything against me.

Maybe I should just report this to Rhazien and let him take care of it? But with Vein’s personality, I doubt that he would listen.

As long as Vein was not caught in the act of ordering his servants to snoop in my Castle or fighting me out in the open, he was safe from any form of punishment.

I racked my brain of what to do. I couldn’t possibly send my servants in his Castle, they’d be killed by him, and he knew it. Meanwhile, he, on the other hand, didn’t care about his servants.

To him, they were just pawns he could replace.

At this moment, I was powerless to do anything until he initiated the first move. But I knew that he wouldn’t do it. That was why he was sending his pawns in my Castle to rattle me up. He was hoping that I would lose my cool when one of his servants managed to do something to Catherine.

The only thing I could do was to keep Catherine locked in the tower to make sure that she was out from harm.

But how long would that take? She was far from being cooperative, and I knew that I couldn’t keep her locked in that tower forever. I just couldn’t bear to restrict her like that. If not that it was dangerous at the moment, I would agree to her every whim.

But now that Vein had his sight on her. I had to think of her life more than anything. I didn’t want to lose her as I did with Emelia.

I’d rather die than live forever in this dull world if that happened.

Now that I had promised her that we would visit her family, I was worried about actually leaving the estate to just Veronica and the others. Veronica was strong, but I doubt she’d be a match with Vein.

There was a high chance that Vein would get wind of when we would leave for the human territory. There was the possibility of Vein either storming my Castle when I was out or the possibility that he might ambush us in the human territory.

Either way. I have to make preparations.

Back in my territory, I smelled more scent of blood. They must have found more newly turned. Those accursed things never ran out from Vein’s estate since he was turning humans every night.

I didn’t have to worry about Catherine since she was protected by Millie, but I ordered Mille just in case.

“Go to Catherine’s tower and make sure she’s alright. I had to take care of these mice. They’ve been a nuisance long enough.”

Mille visibly shuddered when my eyes turned crimson, and Paradox appeared in my hand. A golden sword that could turn any vampire to ash with a single swipe. It emitted a faint white glow, and out from the weapons of the pureblood, it was the only known to kill a vampire instantly.

Mille disappeared at first sight of the weapon. She must have felt my bloodlust. I couldn’t blame her. I have been in a bad mood and feeling irritated lately. I needed to let off some steam.

I located all Vein’s servants hiding and snooping inside my estate with my senses. There were still three more, and I wondered what everyone was doing?

Were they playing cat and mouse, or were they hoping that they would capture Catherine? It didn’t escape my notice that they wished for Catherine in harm’s way.

I guess I was too lenient with them.

Within a blink, I appeared on a newly turned girl, hiding behind a tree of the forest. She couldn’t even react when I sliced off her head and appeared next in the garden.

This time, it was a boy, and the last thing he saw with his wide eyes was my blade cutting off his head.

The last one managed to enter the Castle, and they bet there was repercussion for letting these mice roam freely in my abode.

I appeared before it. It was a girl dressed in one of my servant uniforms. She drew her dagger, but I knocked her out, and using my mind, I commanded everyone to be present in the grand hall except Mille and Millie.

“What is it, my lord?” Veronica was the first to arrive. Next was Patricia and Lizbeth and the rest of the servants in my estate.

Patricia’s seductive smile fell off her face at my grim appearance.

“Can someone tell me why these mice have been roaming in my castle freely?”

“. . .”

“. . .”

No one spoke, especially at the sight of Paradox in my hand.

“I think I have been lenient with all of you,” I spat and bared my fangs. Everyone fell on one knee. “From now on, if I caught a single rat roaming in my estate,” I draw my sword on Veronica and the others, “There will be consequences, starting with you three.

“Don’t make me disappointed more than I already am.”