Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 173: Beyond an innocent face

Utterly intrigued, Silas held his peace and waited for the rest of her explanation to come.

And that happened rather quickly as the fire in Ada’s eyes burned brighter by the second. At the edge of her seat, she was, seemingly just as impatient as he was.

"Us day walkers are to donate blood on a biweekly basis and despite it being ingested by vampires, we still do not fall victims to the symptoms that a bite entails,"

"As you said, your case does not involve a bite and therefore those results are in no way strange," his tone remained the same since the beginning of their exchange.

"It isn’t the bite in and of itself that causes the Mirari, but the toxin you secrete during the act," Ada marked a pause to inhale before continuing, "While its sole purpose is to numb the affected area, it also involves other side effects such as a sense of lightness and euphoria, but the worst adverse reaction is the attachment it yields towards the vampire that commits the act upon the human. Many of us once believed it was magic but we both know it isn’t true and never was,"

"You speak of this to say that the wolf folk bite works similarly to that of a vampire," Silas half asked.

"The exact same way. When introduced in the human body, this toxin that brings change to the psyche and physique starts taking effect immediately. Only as slow as it can be, once the moon rises, the speed at which it acts is immensely expedited until the damage becomes irreversible,"

At those words, Silas finally broke eye contact with the maid, standing up and moving towards the open window through which the beaming moon greeted him.

"Until the damage becomes irreversible," he repeated under his breath, "Does that mean it can be reversed before that?" his diamonds darted back onto her firm features.

"Yes, it can," she nodded, "I’ve seen my father do it with a special tea recipe. At the time, I couldn’t read nor write, so I followed every step, each ingredient he added, making sure to carve their memories in my mind, down to their scents," her own eyes, sort of drifted into some far away place that Silas failed to access.

"Did you brew it for her then?"

His voice whisked the maid back into reality, "No," she shook her head, "There wasn’t any need to,"

"Right, you claimed my blood is what cured her then,"

Although steady and cold per its usual, the hint of disbelief in his voice wasn’t lost on Ada.

At least, that appeared to be the case since she launched into yet another round of elongated explanations, "Yes, I am adamant. Right from the beginning, one sip was enough to counter the toxin and sever its head before it’d had the time to root itself deeper within her. One moment she was all calm and then the next, she returned to the Arabella that shivers at every breeze. The Arabella that I know,"

"And what if you are wrong?"

"Your blood has freed her from a powerful spell before, why would it fail now?" her fists were clenched, going up and down as though it’d second her words yet again while her expression shifted to a more intense one, "Besides, if you do not believe me, I think I have a better way to prove it once and for all,"

"Is that so?" when she nodded, he added, "What do you suggest then? Let me hear it,"

"I believe your blood is the reason Arabella has not yet succumbed to the effects of the Mirari," her eyebrows knitted further.

Somewhere, very deep down the crevices of his mind, there screamed a little voice that wouldn’t stop repeating her latest theory to no end. Only in his head, it was no mere theory, but the truth through and through.

Ever since Ada had made mention of it the previous night, Silas walked around with a sliver of that belief already ingrained in him.

"Do you suggest I subject her to that curse in the name of certainty?"

The ice in his voice had somehow gotten more rigid, jagged and sharper, but Ada did not cut herself against it. On the contrary, she offered a confident retort, "There is no suffering in pure bliss for one day or two. Its lasting however, is the true tragedy,"

Silas said nothing for a good moment, merely staring back at her, at each of her facial features very intently before voicing his thought, "You would stand before her, look her dead in the eyes and tell lie after lie," her half asked, "My, my... The sort of conniving an innocent outlook may hide,"

Those words had the effect everyone before had failed to get from Ada. The maid gasped, bringing a hand to cover her mouth, eyes widening, "No! No! We needn’t tell no lies, Master! We don’t have to deceive her. We may be upfront and consult her opinion if... If that’s what you are comfortable with! I-"

However, the vampire never allowed her to get the last of it off her chest, "You are dismissed, but from here on out, don’t breathe a word of this to no soul,"

Ada remained petrified, mouth agape, irises flickering between Silas and every other thing around them.

Although, eventually, shoulders a bit slumped, she did push her weight off that chair and slowly crept towards the door.

But right as her hand gripped the knob, Silas’ voice captured her attention again, "In the meantime, I’d like you to write down the ingredients for this recipe and make a sample for me to study,"

"Yes, Master," she curtsied before exiting the room.

Her departure allowed the voices in his own mind to rise and grow even bolder than they once were before that conversation took place.

Such a suggestion from none other than sweet and obedient Ada left him stunned, but if he was able to conceal it before her, the vampire could not lie to himself, the idea did, indeed sound tempting.

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