The First Vampire

The presence of the coffin in front of the castle seemed to set the mood right.

Colin revealed a satisfied smile, tauntingly asking, “Viscount Grimm, will you still welcome my arrival?”

The colour drained and returned to Viscount Grimm’s face.

At this moment, the hospitality of the Brugen Family seemed rather awkward.

Colin, instead of assuming any defensive posture, dismounted and slowly approached Viscount Grimm, who was clenching his fists as if he was about to rush forward in a fury. It was as if Colin was willingly providing him with an opportunity for revenge.

Viscount Grimm began to tremble all over, whether it was out of rage or fear was unknown.

He saw the murderer of his father standing defenselessly in front of him. Just by drawing his sword and lunging forward, he could avenge his father.

However, after shaking for a while, Viscount Grimm did not draw his sword.

He dared not.

With disdain, Colin sneered, finding the situation uninteresting. Then suddenly, a crisp voice sounded:

“Since Count Angler has arrived in Huorong City, he is now a guest of the Brugen Family, and of course, we should welcome him.”

Colin, raising an eyebrow, looked past Viscount Grimm to see an extraordinarily beautiful young lady walking out from the Brugen Family crowd.

She was wearing a light green waist-hugging dress, her glossy chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders. Tall and evenly proportioned, her exquisite features carried a touch of youthful naivety yet held an unforgettable unique charm.

The young lady elegantly lifted her skirt to curtsy, then extended her delicate hand to Colin.

She wanted Colin to perform the hand-kissing ceremony.

They even treated him like a proper guest.

With interest, Colin observed the young lady’s bright purple eyes and guessed, “If I’m not mistaken, you must be Miss Grace, the daughter of Count Brugen?”

“Yes,” Grace nodded, her small hand still extended to Colin as if insisting that he completes the ritual.

“I just killed your father,” Colin kindly reminded her.

A hint of sadness flashed in Grace’s eyes, but she soon responded resolutely:

“To die in battle is the destiny of all knights, including my father. It is an honor they tirelessly pursue. The Brugen Family will hold no grudges against you for this.”

Colin laughed and appreciated her bold response.

Compared to Viscount Grimm of apparent anger but no courage for revenge, the daughter of Count Brugen was much more intriguing.

Consequently, Colin also gently raised Grace’s slender hand, giving it a light kiss, and said, “Miss Grace, may your youth be eternal, and your beauty everlasting.”

As Colin bent to kiss her hand, he exposed his defenseless back to Viscount Grimm.

Viscount Grimm’s hand started to shake more violently.

However, even after Colin completed the hand-kissing ceremony, he remained motionless.

Grace subtly glanced at her brother. A look of either disappointment or relief washed over her.

“Count, please come to the parlor for some flower tea. I made it myself.”

Colin took a deep look at the young lady as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked with a smile, “Oh right, I heard that you are engaged to Earl Evan?”

“Yes.”

“Your fiancé is now my prisoner. Would you like to see him?”

“No need,” Grace responded indifferently as if she was discussing a stranger that had nothing to do with her.

Then, an enchanting smile blossomed on her delicate face, “And, the flower tea I personally prepared is only deserving for a victor.”

Colin laughed and replied, “Then I definitely have to taste Miss Grace’s flower tea!”

After saying this, without ordering the Blood Knight Army to secure the castle first, he confidently walked in.

Grace watched Colin’s spirited and heroic figure disappear into the castle, her eyes glinting with an enigmatic light.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally took a step to follow him, naturally reached out to hold Colin’s right arm, and chuckled coyly, “Count, I shall lead the way for you.”

Feeling the warm touch from his arm, Colin’s heart stirred.

Turning his head, Colin just caught a glimpse of the blush on the young girl’s cheek.

It was mesmerizing.

Witnessing this scene, the viscount Grimm’s face turned beet red, even the acne on his nose seemed to glisten.

However, he only stewed with anger and didn’t do anything to stop it.

It wasn’t until Colin and his sister were fading into the distance that Viscount Grimm suppressed his inner rage and fear, and growled at his servants:

“What are you standing there for? Quickly take the remains of my father inside!”

…

A splendid afternoon sunlight pierced through the windows of the castle, cast slanting rays on the immaculate oak floor, lending a faint golden hue to the spacious living room.

More than a dozen aromatic candles burned quietly. On top of each flickering flame was a small silver dish, in which the amber slowly melted under the heat, gradually permeating the air with a fresh, subtle scent.

In the center of the living room, Colin sat in a relaxed posture on a salamander skin sofa, quietly admiring the young girl who was making flower tea for him.

With total concentration, the young girl of the Brugen Family exuded an indescribable aura.

She seemed like the pure snow at the peak of Mount Althus, pristine, beautiful, but also out of reach.

“Count, your flower tea.” Grace placed the tray on the table, her fair little hand lifting a tea cup with lovely green hues.

However, she didn’t directly give Colin the teacup, Instead, she brought it to her own lips, took a small sip, then presented it to Colin.

Seeing the vibrant lip print on the silver teacup, Colin grinned, reached out to take it and brought it to his lips.

Whether intentionally or not, Colin’s lips just happened to touch where the lip print was.

Taking a sip, initially, it tasted slightly bitter, gradually followed by a refreshing and soothing aroma. His whole body felt a wave of relaxation.

Setting down the teacup, Colin noticed a shy blush already covering the face of the young girl in front of him.

But the words she said next were drastically contrary to her harmless appearance:

“Count, aren’t you worried that the tea is poisoned?”

Colin’s face was unreadable, he chuckled, “Didn’t you drink it first?”

“But I might have already taken the antidote in advance.” Grace winked flirtatiously, hoping to find a hint of fear on Colin’s face.

Unfortunately, she was disappointed.

The Northern Earl seemed to fear nothing.

“If I could return to our lord’s embrace with Miss Grace, then this journey won’t be a lonesome one.”

Seemingly stimulated by this direct statement, the blush on Grace’s cheek became more conspicuous. She huffed lightly, retorting:

“Count, I finally understand why the Half-Elf Queen willingly became your lover and bore you a daughter.”

Colin took another sip of the flower tea, smiling at the young girl in front of him, “Oh? Do you wish to follow her path?”

Grace glanced at Colin seductively, the charm she revealed in that instant, like a blooming snow lotus, was stunningly beautiful yet incredibly enchanting.

Being an experienced man like Colin, he, of course, understood the message behind the young girl’s gaze, so he cheerfully continued:

“If you do one thing, you can become my lover.”

Grace seemed to understand Colin’s meaning as well, she shyly lowered her head, her voice faint,

“What is it?”

Colin stretched out his index finger, hooked her chin, directing her gaze back towards him, saying:

“I want you to kill your betrothed, Earl Evan!”

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