Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 229 - 216 Monica’s Help (Just the Duty of the Editor: 2/6)
It took roughly two days to eliminate the stabbing pain in his head, and it seemed that human recovery abilities were a bit stronger than those of Liches. The role of the physical body was as crucial as Mr. Scarlet had said. Companions from the Necromancer Figure Club hadn’t shown up around Andrey during these days. He also wasn’t in the mood to continue his research.
Having spent a long time at the Cup of Luxury, Lyle still hadn’t seen any sign of Alianna. He remembered that she had mentioned a performance scheduled for today during breakfast. Lyle decided to go back to Naslan Castle to ask.
"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Deckard."
The Specter lurking on Lyle revealed itself, correcting the spatial coordinates of the Cup of Luxury to lead directly to the Naslan Castle’s main hall. Accompanied by the distortion of his form and the release of magic power, Lyle arrived at the first floor of Naslan.
The sound of the pet dog racing and barking outside stirred Nia’s interest. Lyle patted the tentacle that appeared on his shoulder. "We have serious business, Nia. You and the dog just finished playing two hours ago. Livestock in Naslan has been greatly reduced recently; if this continues, they’ll die out, and then there will be no more delicious meat."
Nia emerged from behind Lyle, her twisted tentacles wrapping around him as she rested her head on top of Lyle’s, tapping her sharp nails on her own head.
"Play... and meat... Got it, Nia will control herself," Nia said, lowering her head to appear within Lyle’s line of sight, "But tonight, Nia wants to play with the dog for an extra hour!"
This wasn’t much different, he could only hope that the Specter Servants would introduce new livestock soon.
While Lyle paused, the Specter Servants had already formed two lines in front of him. Maybe not for the sake of grandeur, as they had nothing else to do besides this.
At the staircase leading to the second floor, the Specter Maid Monica looked at him indifferently.
Realizing Lyle’s gaze, she bowed gracefully. Lyle felt she had always held a grudge against him about Alianna’s arrangements for her to manage his living in Naslan Castle.
"Monica, do you know when and where Anna’s concert is taking place tonight?"
Monica nodded slightly, her body spinning and drifting towards the second floor, glancing back at Lyle before she left.
Lyle understood her intention; she wanted him to follow. He followed Monica to the second floor, and the door of a large room slowly opened at her gesture.
The room was empty, but from the fluffy silk curtains and decor, it seemed to be a lady’s boudoir.
"Is this Alianna’s room? It doesn’t seem to be the same as the last time I saw it." Lyle didn’t pay much attention, as the memory of looking into the eyes of those Specter Maids during his last visit to Alianna’s boudoir had become something he wished to forget.
Monica’s spectral form approached the bed shrouded in black gauze, her eyes scanning the nightstand by the bed before gesturing Lyle over.
The message was in the nightstand? As Lyle approached, he found it amusing because Monica, with her indifferent face, making that beckoning gesture, had a contrasting charm. Indeed, all of Naslan’s Specters had their own endearing qualities.
Just as Lyle reached out to open the nightstand, Monica, expressionless, tapped the wall.
The light tap resonated unusually loud in the empty room, as startling as the trapdoor that appeared beneath Lyle’s feet.
Lyle didn’t have time to scream before he was swallowed by the darkness along with the slide beneath him. The last thing he saw was Monica’s indifferent, adorable face.
After sliding down the smooth chute for nearly twenty seconds, Lyle finally hit the floor, landing with a thud in the dark room.
Lyle quickly figured out where he was.
The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the fragrance of a young girl, a blend of richness and cloying sweetness.
This was Naslan’s wine cellar; it was now daytime, the sleeping hours for vampires. As for the room he had originally entered, that was Beatrice’s boudoir. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
In the not too distant dark haze, a girlish moan sounded. That voice, capable of evoking the affection and impulses of males, was like the death knell for Lyle.
Beatrice, who hadn’t fully awakened, sat up in bed, stretching her arms and yawning.
"Jenny, is it already evening? Time flies by so quickly. Sorry, I’m still so sleepy; I’ll have to entrust you with dressing me," Beatrice’s voice was tinged with languor as she sat motionless on her bed.
Lyle felt he was done for. He moved towards the wall with the caution of one guarding against a drowsy beast, groping in the darkness for the cellar room’s exit.
Outside the door of the wine cellar, the Specter Maid named Jenny was desperately struggling on the floor, reaching out to touch the door.
The indifferent Monica sat astride Jenny’s waist, using extra strength to lock the door.
Reality is a movie that can’t be paused, a low-rated piece of trash.
Beatrice regained her senses after a long stillness. To a vampire, Lyle’s efforts to move stealthily seemed as restless as an exposed cockroach.
So, Lyle saw them in the darkness, those blood-colored eyes watching him.
Lyle’s body began to tremble, "Good good morning, Beatrice."
The expected rage and embarrassment from Beatrice did not manifest. Those bloody eyes merely narrowed into slits, with a disdain as if regarding trash. Beatrice made no extra movement. Lyle felt relief, but for some reason, also felt a sense of defeat.
Beatrice noticed the change in Lyle; for vampires, the darkness was as clear as daylight.
"Are you wondering why I’m not angry? Even though you’ve intruded into my room," Beatrice said, walking down from the bed, her sheer gown and soft fabrics making imaginative sounds. Barefooted, she approached Lyle, looking down on him psychologically.
"Would you care if a steak flaunted itself in front of you? You wouldn’t, you’d choose to cook it and then eat it. But doing so would anger Alianna," Beatrice’s gaze shifted toward the door. "Jenny, come in quick; I need you."
The door finally opened a small sliver, and a wine glass came into the room along with the sunlight.
It was then that Lyle noticed Beatrice’s attire, a transparent gown that might as well have been non-existent. Beatrice began to change with Jenny’s help, acting as if Lyle was not there. Lyle turned his head shyly and closed his eyes.
After the sound of wine being swallowed down a throat, the now fully dressed Beatrice breathed an alcohol-scented breath into Lyle’s ear.
"So, human, what do you want from me? You wouldn’t have the courage to barge into my room uninvited."
Specter Servants will fulfill their master’s requests, whether the process involves helping or playing tricks. Monica intended to tell Lyle that Beatrice knew about Alianna’s concert, although the process greatly satisfied her malicious sense of humor.
"I want to attend Alianna’s concert."
