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Chapter 781 - List Of Sins I
Music Recommendation: Drive to Parkersburg- Marcelo Zarvos
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Lucy's eyes widened on seeing the person in front of her squeeze Rosamund's hand, hearing the crack in her aunt's bone that made people who were nearby cringe at the sound.
The man who stood in front of her with his back facing her, and he was tall. He twisted her aunt's arm before pushing her with a little push, at least that is what it looked like, but her aunt stumbled a couple of steps backwards.
"What did I tell you about not getting anywhere near my family? Tch," he clicked his tongue.
When he slowly turned to look at her and then at Madeline, Lucy caught sight of the darkest red eyes she had seen until now. They were darker than Calhoun's eyes, and she realized it was Calhoun's grandfather.
"What are you doing here, talking to this useless woman?" questioned Vladimir to Madeline. His eyes then fell on the young women's hands that held two bags and his eyes lit up, "Enjoying buying things?"
While Madeline looked calm and composed in the presence of the Devil, the same could not be told about her aunt, who now trembled in fear.
Madeline bowed at him and said, "We came here to buy Lucy's gown. I didn't know you were here." Odin had come along with him.
"Oh, I am always here. You never know what might happen, and people in the mortal world are far more interesting than the other worlds," Vladimir smiled at Madeline. When he looked back at Rosamund, his expression changed to one that was deadly. "And what are you doing here?"
Sophie, who had been earlier throwing tantrums, now shook in the devil's presence, standing right behind her mother so that the Devil would not drag her like it had dragged her father.
Rosamund suddenly fell on her knees, a sight that neither Lucy nor Madeline had expected to see. "Please forgive us. Please forgive me for what I have done, I am ashamed for what I did and I am repenting for it."
"You must be taking me too lightly to think that I will forgive you this easily. What did I tell you, my dear Rosa?" hummed Vladimir, his voice falling threateningly low, "I will turn your life into a living Hell. My personal Hell, where I can provide much better service than what the underworld can offer. To live the life you used to look down upon, it has its own excitement doesn't it."
The older vampiress placed her forehead on the ground, "I have understood the importance of this punishment. I will never repeat my actions again with anyone! I will do anything! So please release my daughter from this punishment, she has nothing to do with it."
Lucy watched how her aunt, who once was a prideful and stubborn woman, who didn't even lift her finger unless it was to order someone, seeing her in this state was truly pitiful. Her eyes had also subtly widened at her aunt's action, somewhere feeling uncomfortable as Rosamund was still related to her by blood. But at the same time, remembering her aunt's misdeeds, the uncomfortableness slowly disappeared.
Her aunt and her cousin Markus had attempted treason and not her cousin Sophie, which was why she didn't know why Sophie was going through the punishment.
Vladimir had only appeared in the village with his faithful servant when he caught sight of his granddaughter-in-law and the woman who killed his daughter.
He ran his tongue over one of his fangs, a smile appearing on his lips as he stared at the older vampiress. "Why do you think I am punishing her, Rosa? You ask questions that have obvious answers to it. Do you think you have the right to be asking me questions right now?" demanded Vladimir.
Rosamund quickly shook her head, "I would never dare! Please forgive me!"
Vladimir waved his hand for her to stand up, and Rosamund stood up, wondering if she would be forgiven. "You don't have anything with you. The wealth that your mother and you tried to gather and keep it in the safe is not there anymore. The mansion that once belonged to you has turned to dust and the people who once blindly followed you now don't dare to come near you. Ah, not to forget, your son and your husband are in Hell."
Hearing the Devil's words, Rosamund's lips trembled in panic. They were in Hell?
"You can kill me! Kill me and avenge Constance's death-" Rosamund's words were cut off right away as Vladimir had raised his hand, and without touching her, a harsh slap had been delivered across her face.
Rosamund stumbled back again to be caught by her daughter. The vampiress could feel the searing pain on her cheek and the blood she tasted in her mouth. She was scared to spit the blood but also scared to swallow it.
"Don't utter my precious daughter's name in your foul mouth," Vladimir glared at her, and she cowered behind, her shoulders shaking. "Kill you?" he licked his mouth as he shook his head. "Your death is not going to bring her back, but I can use your pain as a medicine to heal my grieving heart. Don't you wish you that you had treated her better? Who knows, if you treated her well, you might have gained favour from me."
Vladimir continued to speak, "Calhoun dismissed you from the very court where you wanted a position in there, away from wealth and the only person who is left with you is your daughter. Isn't she the most precious thing to you?"
Rosamund tried to push Sophie more to her back so that she could hide her daughter from the Devil, but with Vladimir , who towered above them, and his eyes on the younger vampiress, the Wilmot women couldn't help but turn scared and worried.
"S-spare her," Rosamund pleaded, and Vladimir smiled.
"I have done nothing to her. What is happening to her is your very own doing, Rosa. You should learn to own up responsibilities and the blames, don't you think so?" the Devil stared right into the older vampiresses eyes. "Constance was my daughter, my precious girl whom you tore away from me, worse sending her to a place where I cannot even reach her without having the bothering angels around me. Do you know how hard it is to get into Heaven? Not that you have to worry considering how I have opened a spot for you in Hell. A special reservation."
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Chapter 782 - List Of Sins II
Fear crawled underneath Rosamund's skin. She never knew that one day she would be terrified of someone in the living world because who knew the Devil would personally come to torture her. Sweat trickled down from the side of her face.
She couldn't die, nor could she live here.
Vladimir raised his hand, placing his hand on Rosamund's cheek, and she gulped.
"I find it fascinating to see things to be delivered to you, the same way you tried to hunt Constance just because you thought you could. The audacity you must have, did you think you would get away from your sins?" questioned Vladimir, his voice turned cold like Winter.
Lucy felt a chill run down her body with the way the Devil questioned her aunt.
"I-I didn't know. I d-didn't know she was your daughter, if I knew, I-I would have n-never-"
"Silence!" Vladimir got Rosamund to shut up instantly. "You will go through twice and more the humiliation, the pain, the anguish she felt. To know that I am here to turn your life worse than Hell, watching everything you do. And you," his eyes then fell on Sophie.
Sophie looked as if she was ready to bolt from there, but her feet were frozen, and she couldn't move. She didn't breath loudly in fear that she would be burnt like her house by this person who stood in front of her and her mother.
"I heard you have tried quite some things in the living world," stated Vladimir.
Sophie shook her head, "I didn't hurt the K-King. I didn't t-try to kill him." She held her mother's sleeves for support.
"Odin, bring this onion's parchment," ordered Vladimir.
Odin, who had accompanied his master to the living world, raised his hand to start looking through the scrolls in midair. One could hear the sounds made by the parchments, and the servant finally pulled out one of the scrolls to present it to his master.
"Here it is, Master."
Vladimir took the scroll of parchment and started to look from the top. The scroll was black, which held the number of sins one had committed in their life while they were in the living world.
"What remarkable sins you have in here," the smile on his lips widened from one corner to another. "I absolutely love it. I will make sure you have a cell reserved too."
"W-what?" Sophie looked at him in horror. "Y-you cannot do that to me! I can fix myself! I haven't done anything serious that warrants me to Hell. Mother, please tell me he is joking!" she shook in panic.
Vladimir laughed at the silly girl's words.
"You pushed Ms. Julianne's mother from the top of the stairs because you were jealous of the woman. You killed a maid because she saw you entering the King's chambers. Well with the way I see, you have done a lot in the name of love towards my grandson. Not to forget, you even went as far as to harm my granddaughter-in-law. Who do you think you are?" he raised his eyebrow at her.
Neither Madeline nor Lucy stopped Vladimir from questioning as they knew both Rosamund and Sophie deserved it.
"You went to harm her before and I doubt you will stop it. It is very clear that you will harm her with every opportunity," Vladimir's eyes burned. "Live the life that you shunned and the way you treated people. To be treated the same way that you had previously offered people, what more can one ask? Don't forget, if you take your life, I will bring you back again."
Handing the scroll back to Odin, who hid it away from sight, Vladimir snapped his fingers, "Get out from here."
They had nowhere to go! Where was he expecting them to go?!
Both Rosamund and Sophie blinked at what Vladimir just said. Rosamund then said, "T-this, we have a shop which is ours. It is-"
"I am counting till three. One," started Vladimir as if he had no patience and didn't have time to spare on them. "Two."
Sophie looked confused, and her eyes shifted from Lucy to Madeline, who stood behind the Devil. Suddenly her mother caught hold of her hand and dragged her away from there so that they wouldn't have to face the Devil's wrath.
When Vladimir turned to face both the young women, his face lit up like a candle. "What a wonderful day it is. What did you buy?"
Lucy, who watched her aunt and her cousin disappear from her sight, her gaze moved to look at Vladimir, and she asked, "Did she really do all those things?"
"Don't feel sorry for someone, who won't feel sorry for you. She's no innocent sheep. If you give her a few more years, she will turn just like her mother," stated Vladimir.
Lucy felt her heart squeeze in uneasiness. She knew Ms. Julianne, who used to meet Calhoun to offer her blood as her body was able to create the blood quickly. The news had reached her in the past how the woman's mother was bedridden as she had slipped down the stairs, but it was apparent that someone had pushed her. It was only now did she confirm that it was Sophie who did it.
She knew her family had been despicable people, but she had hoped her cousins wouldn't turn out to be the same. She had hoped for a family to be better than that, but they were all greedy for power and the crown to end up on their heads.
Vladimir spoke to Madeline, where Lucy had fazed out from the conversation, thinking about the past, present and the future, hoping no harm would come to befall on any of them.
"I heard from Calhoun that you are getting married to Theodore," said Vladimir, turning to look at Lucy, who broke out of her thoughts, and she nodded her head. "I must tell though, that I am hurt."
Lucy looked slightly surprised and asked, "Pardon me if I did something to offend you," she bowed her head in apology.
Vladimir stared right at Lucy and then questioned, "Why is that I haven't received any invitation to the wedding?"
Madeline could tell where this conversation was going to go, and she internally smiled.
"Ah," Lucy offered him an awkward smile, "The wedding is not going to be big. It isn't as grand as brother Calhoun's and is rather a simple one."
"You think I am petty to not attend simple weddings? I love simple weddings," Vladimir's bright-looking eyes shone in delight, and Lucy then asked,
"But will you be able to enter church? Because you…" she trailed, not wanting to offend him.
Vladimir gave it a thought and then said, "Hm, so it is going to be held in church. I will get that fixed. You don't have to worry about me. I will make sure I get you some beautiful flowers that day. Odin," he turned to look at his servant and said, "Get my clothes ready."
"Yes, Master!" Odin was quick to oblige to his master's command without a second thought.
And like that, Vladimir had easily invited himself to Theodore and Lucy's wedding.
Madeline wasn't sure if it was the right time to tell Vladimir about the gown as Calhoun was still unaware of it. She said, "Vlad, would you like to join us for dinner tonight?"
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Chapter 783 - List Of Sins III
Vladimir accompanied them around the village while Odin followed, walking right behind his master.
"The celebration of the wedding, I regret not waking up sooner else I would have not missed your wedding. It would have been wonderful, not that I didn't attend the celebration that took place after it, but we didn't stay for long, did we, Odin?" said Vladimir while they walked on the side of the road in the village.
"I remember seeing you," replied Madeline, and Vladimir nodded his head.
"If it weren't for Michael and Paschar in there, I would have stayed longer. We don't get along in each other's company, or maybe my company to be specific," responded Vladimir, his demeanour relaxed as if he was on vacation and making it look like he was part of the living world. "Did you speak to your father?"
Madeline shook her head.
"I was hoping to talk to him if he were to come to the castle, but he hasn't shown up even in the High House," said Madeline. She wondered if her father was being punished with the rest of them. "Did you know about Raphael?"
"Hm," came the short response from the Devil. "Where is the little were?"
He was asking about Elizabeth. "She's reached the kingdom in the North." Beth had been mindful enough to write a letter to her, keeping her informed that she was safe.
"The land of Warrings, where the family of Warrings live," he muttered under his breath.
"I heard King Sebastian has decided to fill in one of the positions in the High House. But Calhoun hasn't made up his mind yet," said Madeline from what she knew and heard. Helena had offered Calhoun the position when the High House had just formed too. With the demons of the High House who had died and the angels who had returned to Heaven, it had left many positions open at the High table of the High House. "Did you come here for some important work?"
Vladimir smiled at Madeline's question, "Something like that."
"Master, how can a vampire marry a person in the church?" Odin whispered the question to Vladimir.
"Maybe the people in the living world have created a way to step inside. Though the idea is intriguing," and he turned to look at both the young ladies who walked next to him.
Lucy, who heard this question, said, "Madeline was kind enough to arrange it."
"I knew my grandson would pick the right woman to be next to his side. If Constance were alive, she would be proud of him," the words were thoughts of Vladimir and Madeline couldn't help but want to know more about the woman, whose son she was married to.
"Could I ask you some questions?" asked Madeline, and Vladimir's eyes shifted to her. "Was there someone who was close to Lady Constance?"
"She lived in the castle of Belmount. I doubt there was anyone outside the castle," replied Vladimir. "There is Odin, , whose company she enjoyed since she was born."
Odin nodded his head, "Lady Constance used to enjoy my company the most," explained the demon, who looked barely fifteen years old in appearance. He looked younger than the last time she had seen him.
"Well, apart from Odin, she was well versed with the servants of the castle and they were her friends," stated Vladimir. The last time Madeline had been to that castle, it looked deserted as if there was no one. She wondered if the demons who worked for Vladimir had turned invisible to her eyes.
The reason why she asked was because of the letter that she and Calhoun had found in the house where Calhoun once lived with his mother. The letter had mentioned the bat who had woken up from his sleep.
Odin, who was in deep thought, said, "After Master and me, maybe it was Douglas with whom she used to spend her time."
"Douglas?" asked Madeline.
"He used to be my coachman. So that we would look more human when we went to visit the villages here," explained Vladimir. "He died a few years ago when I was still sleeping. A human's life is very little compared to us immortals and he was turning old when I went to sleep. He was the one who taught Constance about the humans and the other things outside the castle."
"Do you know where he is buried?" asked Madeline, and Odin shook his head.
"No milady. After a few years of Lady Constance leaving the castle, Douglas left the castle to get things for the castle, but he never returned. I did look for him but didn't find him."
"Talking about it brings back some of the memories," said Vladimir.
They finished looking at things that the village had to offer before picking up Monique, who was in the next village, before heading back to the castle.
While Madeline came to meet Calhoun, she saw Odin, who stood outside the room where Calhoun and Vladimir were speaking.
"Mr. Odin," Madeline greeted the Devil's faithful servant.
"Lady Madeline," Odin bowed his head. "Did you come to meet Master Calhoun?"
"Yes," she replied, but she didn't go inside the room. Instead, she asked the demon servant, "Mr. Odin, there is something I would like to ask from you."
Odin was about to say 'anything,' but the last time he had done it, his master had put him in the pot where the melted
iron was boiling.
"Do you think you would be able to bring me some of Lady Constance's writing? When she was small and still learning things? I think Calhoun would like to have more of her memories," she said to him.
Odin was quick to nod his head, "I can do that, milady," and in a blink of an eye, he transformed himself into a bat and flew away from there.
Seeing Odin leave, Madeline then knocked on the door before entering the room to see Calhoun and Vladimir, who stood in front of each other.
"I need to talk to you both about something," said Madeline. "It is about the wedding gown."
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Chapter 784 - Veil Of The Night I
Music Recommendation: Les outrages des hommes- Etienne Forget
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While on their way back to the castle, Madeline had wondered how to break the news to Calhoun. It was good that Vladimir was here as it would be easier to convey about it. She had met Calhoun's mother in the cemetery, and she had been visiting her since she had come to know where the woman laid, praying for her peace. But since she had returned from Heaven, somehow Madeline felt like she knew the woman better than before.
"Did the tailor give the wrong gown?" questioned Calhoun, slightly tilting his head.
"No, it isn't that. The tailorman had a wedding gown which was old and he had stored it when the person who asked him to stitch it didn't come back to take it," explained Madeline, her eyes locking with Calhoun's eyes. "The gown belonged to Lady Constance."
Vladimir's eyes narrowed, and he said, "That's not possible. The man and his family had no plans to accept her into their family. There was no arrangement of a wedding between her and Laurence, unless you are telling she was getting married to someone else."
"Are you sure the wedding gown was ordered by my mother, Madeline?" asked Calhoun, a small frown coming to settle on his forehead.
Madeline nodded her head, "She was one of his first few customers when he started his line of trade. Laurence didn't know about it, she must have got the gown ready for the future," came her slow words. "The man had saved all of his customer's name since the very beginning and her name was in there. Constance Leigh."
A frustrated sigh escaped from Vladimir's lips, "This only makes me want to beat and torture them up even more. That bastard had the nerve to hurt my daughter. And what the f.u.c.k is with Leigh? She had a perfectly good name to keep, and she picks Leigh," he turned his head to look away from them.
Madeline pursed her lips, staring at Calhoun, who seemed to be in shock, and she walked up to him before placing her hand on his arms. "We brought the gown along with us."
"I would like to see this wedding gown," demanded Vladimir, and soon one of the servants was sent to fetch the box in which the gown was from Lucy's room. Once the box was brought to the room, it was opened, and the dress was placed on the couch.
Calhoun couldn't help but stare at the wedding gown. His expression was almost blank, while only his eyes moved. His jaw ticked in anger while at the same time, the revenge he had administered to some of the royal family members seemed too little in front of what his mother had to go through all those years.
"What more did the tailorman tell you?" asked Calhoun. Walking near the couch where the white gown laid and he sat down next to it.
"He..He said she was very excited and happy to get it tailored and stitched. She wanted something simple," replied Madeline.
Madeline knew it was hard to digest the fact that Constance had got a wedding gown prepared in the thought to marry Laurence, a man who didn't value or respect her, nor did he protect her when his sister and his mother threw her out of the castle and into the unkindly world that slowly killed her, but not her spirit.
Silence filled the room, and Madeline stayed quiet, giving the two men the time they needed.
"How strange that you ended up going to the same shop where she had once been to," commented Vladimir. "Foolish girl, she should have returned to the castle and everything would have been fine," he muttered under his breath.
As much as Vladimir was the Devil, he was still someone's father to a girl who was opposite to him, and it was obvious he treasured her.
"Is Lucy going to wear this?" asked Calhoun, standing up and turning to his wife.
"If you both don't mind, I think it would be good if Lucy wore it, the dress that Lady Constance made so enthusiastically than keep it in the cupboard," said Madeline, not knowing if the men in the room would be happy with her suggestion.
Calhoun nodded his head, "You are right. It would be disrespectful to not have someone wear it than keep it in a dark place," he said.
Vladimir looked enraged, not because Lucy was going to wear it, but because he remembered Laurence's existence, and within a second, he disappeared from the room, leaving a trail of smoke behind him.
"You don't have to agree to it if you don't want to," whispered Madeline. "There is still time and Lucy can have another gown-"
"It is fine," replied Calhoun. He picked up her hand and squeezed it. "I lived with my mother for so many years, knowing more than the rest of them, but it feels like there were things that she couldn't share."
They took a seat on the other couch, and Madeline said, "She possibly didn't want you to be hurt more than you already were. She was protecting you, Cal."
A small smile appeared on Calhoun's lips that didn't reach up until his eyes before the smile fell. His lips twisted, and he said, "I wish she would have told me, shared things that she was scared about and had scared her. I could have reduced her burden. So many things used to happen, and I always found out through others on what happened to her. She had turned so quiet."
Calhoun had loved his mother dearly because, in the past, she was the only person he had and no one else. As good as the present time had turned out to be, the past was worse, and he wished he could have done something.
"If I knew about this, I would have drawn out their punishments," said Calhoun while staring at the wedding gown.
"You don't have to be so hard on yourself, Cal. You did everything that you could possibly do. Sometimes, people don't say things because they don't want to hurt the other person. Your mother loved you a lot and she probably didn't want you..clashing with the royal family in fear that something might happen to you," Madeline consoled him.
Calhoun turned his head to look at her, "Promise me something," and Madeline nodded her head. "That you won't care if the truth will hurt me or not."
Madeline offered him a warm smile, "I promise," and Calhoun leaned forward to kiss her forehead before interlocking their fingers. She placed her head on his shoulder and said, "Do you think Vlad minds?" Though Calhoun didn't mind Lucy wearing his mother's wedding gown, she wasn't sure if the Devil was alright with it.
"He will be fine," replied Calhoun while staring at the gown.
His heart quietly grieved for his mother, thinking how she had been looking forward to being someone's bride.
A few minutes later, the vase next to the fireplace crashed as Odin had suddenly appeared in the room in the wrong place, breaking the vase as it fell on the ground.
"My apologies Master Calhoun and Lady Madeline!" he bowed his head. He carried binded parchments in his hand that looked like books, and he looked at the ground, "I didn't mean to break the vase!"
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Chapter 785 - Veil Of The Night II
Odin had returned to his usual appearance again, where he appeared to be in his twenties with his shoulders slightly hunched, "What happened to you?" questioned Madeline.
The demon servant thought the lady was asking about the crash, and he couldn't help but release a sigh, noticing his master wasn't here to scold him now. "I thought it would be easier to travel at a higher speed through apparition, but I must have not mastered it yet, milady. I thought I would end up in the corridor, but I ended up somewhere else and then here…"
"Your appearance has changed, Odin," stated Calhoun and the demon servant turned surprised.
"Oh?" and he turned to look at his reflection, "Indeed it is true," he said while touching his face with one of his free hands. "I don't know, Master Calhoun. I have been like this since the last two days. Even Master Vlad said it might be a fluctuation in the realm near Heaven."
"Fluctuations?" asked Madeline, and the demon servant nodded his head.
"Yes, milady. I didn't originally belong to the Heavenly realm. In the past, I was a wanderer from the in-between world. It was Master who took me in and tried to guide me whilst he was still in Heaven, I have been with him since that time. The wind carries whispers that the veil between the living and the dead must have been dropped and it caused some changes," explained Odin before he brought the binded parchments to the table and placed them all there. "Did Master leave?"
"He went to Hell," came the dull voice of Calhoun and Odin's eyes widened.
"I brought the ones I found in her room, milady. I shall take my leave!" he bowed his head before disappearing, leaving a smoke in the room.
"What are these?" questioned Calhoun, his eyes falling on the old looking parchments that had folded at the ends. At the same time, he called the servant who stood outside and ordered him to take the dress back to Lucy's room.
Madeline put her hand in the pocket of her dress, pulling the letter that they both had discovered in the old house, "This, I wanted to see if there's a writing that matches this one."
"The letter," murmured Calhoun, and she nodded.
"Did you ever hear your mother speak about a man named Douglas?" she asked him, but Calhoun shook his head.
"I don't think so. Mother never ever spoke a word about people or the things that were related to her in the past," replied Calhoun and he picked up one of the parchments. "But do tell what you have found out."
"Vladimir said Douglas was close to your mother, he was her tutor. He left the castle but never returned back. You said someone came to meet her before she died, do you think it might be him?" asked Madeline, and as they looked at the two handwritings, they finally found the second writing in the parchments that was written to correct the first writing.
"I cannot be sure about it, but I will take a look at the matter," said Calhoun and Madeline nodded her head.
Leaving Calhoun with the letter and the parchments that belonged to his mother, she made her way to where Lucy and Monique were, where the older vampiress was busy showing her new hand that had been fixed.
"I would have never believed that metals can be used as artificial fingers," said Lucy in awe, her hands touching her aunt's forearm and the new fingers.
"It is good that we vampires have advanced ourselves in some of the fields and I don't have to wear a hook on my hand as it is missing," said Monique with a straight face, and Lucy smiled at this.
"Now only if you could also feel the sense of touch, it would be like a real hand," said Lucy, and she noticed Madeline entering the room and the patio where they were seated. "How did it go?" asked Lucy, knowing Madeline had gone to speak to Calhoun about the wedding gown.
Madeline offered her a gentle smile, "He was surprised and taken aback, but he is fine." She decided to leave Vladimir's reaction out of it.
"I see, I am glad," responded Lucy. The last thing she wanted was to make someone uncomfortable by her actions. She felt it to be fortunate, to be wearing a gown made for the late lady.
"What was up with the demon who came with Vladimir?" questioned Monique, "He ended up falling right on the bush before he headed inside the castle. Not to mention his appearance."
Madeline replied while taking a seat with them, "He said something about the veil between the worlds that dropped and must have fixed by now. He returned back to his usual form."
Hearing this, Lucy's eyes narrowed. This was something she had noticed early in the morning. "The in-between world," she whispered to herself, and the two women looked at her, "When I went to visit the cemetery today, I saw Madame Fraunces, the woman who took Theodore and gave work to brother Calhoun. But when I got there with Theodore, she had disappeared."
"There must be some sort of distortion going on up there," said Madeline, her eyes moving up to look at the blue sky. "But a while ago, Odin was in his form. Maybe it is not completely fixed."
Lucy wondered if she would still be able to speak to Madame Fraunces, or maybe Nana. The thought created a spark in her mind, and she couldn't wait to go back to the cemetery to speak one last time.
That night Theodore had gone to visit the next town to investigate one of the death cases, and Lucy had tiptoed out of the castle and into the cemetery in the dark and quiet night.
The dried leaves on the ground drifted from one place to another because of the wind that blew across the cemetery. She walked towards the grave of the people she had been visiting for quite some time, her eyes looking around to see anyone.
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Chapter 786 - Veil Of The Night III
Music Recommendation: 1917 (from '1917') [Piano version]- Thomas Newman
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Lucy sat down in front of the grave that belonged to her caretaker Ruby. She didn't know for how long she sat there, while recollecting the events that took place this noon until someone behind her spoke,
"Why did I know you would be here."
Her head turned around to see it was Gabriel, who had recently been assigned as the priest to the nearby local church of a village. "I didn't know I would have company," responded Lucy, and the angel smiled.
"I thought you could use some as it would be lonely in here with no one in the cemetery," replied Gabriel, walking around and taking a seat next to her, which she hadn't expected.
Listening close to his words, she wondered if it was his way of saying she wasn't going to be meeting anyone here today.
"How are the wedding plans coming along? I heard you got your wedding gown today," said Gabriel, and Lucy wondered how much the angels knew about what was going on in the living world.
But then, Gabriel was also in the loop when it came to the wedding as they had decided he would be the one to perform her and Theodore's wedding ceremony in the church.
"I did. Did you get the church prepared?" asked Lucy, worried that since she was a vampire, she wouldn't be able to stand too long inside the church.
"Don't worry about it. I have picked a place which is not only going to give your privacy, but also you can enter it freely as it is in Baudeux," replied Gabriel.
"Thank you for your help," whispered Lucy, and the man smiled at her. "People won't question you? That you are helping us vampires and...demons."
Gabriel continued to smile at her question, "If you are worried about me getting into trouble, you should free your mind from it. You only want to get married, and I am the assigned priest of the village and so it only becomes my duty to uphold my responsibilities."
Lucy nodded her head, understanding what the angel meant, but she found it strange how he had come here. "Are you waiting for people like me?" she questioned him, a small smile on her lips, and the man chuckled.
"I guess in one way I am waiting, but at the same time I hope they won't," replied Gabriel before adding, "I know why you are here, Lucy."
Lucy looked down at the ground, a sigh escaping her lips. "Is it wrong that I hope to see people whom I care for?"
"Not at all. It is what makes a person of the living world so human. Attachments and other emotions," answered Gabriel, craning his neck as he looked up at the branches of the trees that had spread above, partly covering the sky. "It is not wrong to hope, but you know how the rules exist. Keep them in your memory while letting them go. You might come here again, and spend more days, waiting for people
who might not show up. Do you think it is healthy to cling on to something which has left this place a long time ago?" his words were patient and gentle to her ears.
"What if all we know is to cling onto the memories in hope to make some of the things right?" Lucy questioned him back, her voice low.
When Ruby had died, Lucy had not been there. She had arrived at the gallows several minutes later, after finding out that her grandmother had ordered her to be taken away from the castle, to hang her. She couldn't help but feel guilt that built itself in her heart, believing it was her fault for sneaking around and making it difficult for her maids.
Gabriel could sense the uneasiness and turmoil on the vampiresses mind. It was probably one of the first few times where he met a night creature who showed compassion as much as a human did.
"What happened isn't your fault, Lucy," said Gabriel, "Somethings were meant to happen and predestined. Sometimes even the choices that we make leads to the written destination. I understand that life in the living world is difficult, but do you think the people you have lost would want you to be sad? To remember is good, but to cling will only hurt them. It would be equal to not letting them go in peace."
Hearing this, Lucy's eyes widened, and she looked at Gabriel, "Madame Fraunces said Ruby is in Heaven, is she not?"
"She is. Madame Fraunces has been stubborn, holding on to past memories and not entering Heaven. It is going to affect her soul and push her to be a demon. Not that all demons are bad, but the one she might turn might not be good," came the calm voice of the angel.
"Ruby is in a better place. Let me show you something, but it will be our little secret," and he waved his hand in front of him.
A fog-like smoke appeared before it cleared to show the woman whom Lucy had continued to remember. She could see the bright place where Ruby sat under a tree and on the bench. She had a peaceful look on her face, and Lucy's eyes teared up by seeing Nana.
"She looks much better than the last time I saw her," whispered Lucy.
And the fog that was in front of her disappeared to bring in the darkness where they sat.
Gabriel placed his hand on Lucy's hand and said, "Sometimes we are late to certain things, and we feel terrible thinking we missed it, but maybe it is for the best," he patted her hand before letting it go and standing up. "You should go back now and get some rest."
Lucy stood up, bowing her head in appreciation, "Thank you for your company."
Gabriel offered her a smile before disappearing in a blink of an eye.
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Chapter 787 - Ingredient
Music Recommendation: Stories from the sky- Sid Acharya
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Lucy saw Gabriel disappear from her sight and the cemetery without leaving a trace behind as if he weren't here at all and it had been just her. She looked back at the graves where Nana's body laid inside, and she finally turned around, ready to leave when she heard the rustling sound that came from the nearby trees.
She wondered what or who it was when she finally caught sight of Theodore, who made his way through the gates of the cemetery.
He walked straight towards where she was before engulfing her in his arms. For a moment, Lucy turned startled at the sudden action, and then a smile spread across her lips.
"I didn't know you were going to return soon. I didn't mean to keep you waiting," she said to Theodore even though he was yet to speak to her.
She could hear his heart beating loudly in his chest and his breath slightly ragged compared to the usual one. She could smell the musky male scent that wafted across her nose that came from Theodore.
She heard Theodore say, "I was worried about you. The room was empty and you left no note."
Lucy hugged him back, "I thought I would be back before you returned. I am sorry," she whispered.
"It's okay," replied Theodore while holding Lucy closely in his arms. She was petite in physique, and there was still space after he hugged her. He drew his hands closer to him, placing one of his hands on the back of her head and the other around her waist. "You should have told me if you wanted to come to the cemetery, I would have accompanied you. Even in the middle of the night."
"I know," she responded to him. She knew Theodore would accompany her to any place where she would want to go, but since he had been away on some work and she had been too curious to leave this place by itself.
Another reason being, this morning when she was here all alone, she had met Madame Fraunces, but the woman had disappeared when she had brought Theodore to the cemetery. She wanted to see again if she would be able to meet people alone again. In the end, as Gabriel said, she could wait there all for as long as wanted, but the people she was looking for would not turn up.
"I am sorry for worrying you," she whispered as they pulled away from each other's embrace. She looked up into Theodore's eyes to see how his brown hair had turned dishevelled. He must have come by himself without the carriage, thought Lucy to herself.
Theodore brought his hand up, placing it on her cheek so that he could caress it with his thumb. "I just worry sometimes, that this is all a dream and everything around us will disappear."
A gentle smile appeared on Lucy's lips. She placed her hand on his.
It seemed that Theodore had the same worries as she did. Everything had gone so well without any problems coming to stand in between them that in the back of her mind, it made her question if there was something big waiting ahead of them.
"I will always be here," replied Lucy, and he held her hand as it slid away from her face.
"Do you want to stay longer here?" asked Theodore, and Lucy shook her head. Today she had spent enough time in the cemetery, once in the morning and then now.
They got back to the castle in the carriage that Lucy had used. Returning to the room, Theodore didn't question her regarding her night trip to the cemetery, believing she would tell him when she was ready.
"Is this the gown?" he asked, looking at the box where the white material peeked out of it.
Lucy turned to look at the box, and she nodded her head, "It is. This actually belongs to brother Calhoun's mother."
"I would have never guessed," he murmured to himself.
"Madeline spoke to Calhoun and Vladimir about it," she explained everything that happened, and Theodore nodded his head.
"That explains why the atmosphere in the room was heavy when I went to meet him," said Theodore, his gaze leaving the box and looking at Lucy, who came to sit in front of him on the chair.
"Is he okay?" asked Lucy, a small frown appearing on her forehead. She knew it would bring unpleasant memories when it came to Lady Constance's past related to her time in the castle.
"He will be fine. He's Calhoun Hawthrone," Theodore smiled as he said this, and he asked, "You don't have to wear the gown if you don't want to." He had heard how some of the humans believed wearing a wedding gown that belonged to some other person, which was not used, was considered bad luck. Not to forget, Lucy had adopted the human beliefs compared to the vampire beliefs. "He said he has somewhere to go tomorrow. Someone to look for."
Lucy nodded her head. Though she knew the truth of what happened, she had never heard her brother openly speak to her about it. Maybe it was only when she found out the truth did he speak, but not everything that was on his mind.
"I met the angel tonight," she informed him, and Theodore stared at her.
"Which one?" asked Theodore. It was because there were so many of them, and every angel was different compared to the next one. Somewhere, he had always been worried since Lucy had returned back to life. What Madeline had done was cheat death by freezing Lucy's time. He was worried that someday, a salvette mortem would come to take her with it.
"Gabriel," answered Lucy, and she saw his expression relax. "Actually I heard something interesting today."
Lucy explained what she had heard from Madeline about Vladimir's demon servant who had changed appearance and also Madame Fraunces, whom she had met in the morning.
"He said if she doesn't decide to go to Heaven, she will automatically turn into a demon of Hell," stated Lucy, worried as she didn't want a lovely lady like Madame Fraunces to turn into an evil being. "I thought I would be able to meet them, but I did see Nana through Gabriel's help. She's doing well."
Theodore was glad to hear that Lucy had received the closure that she needed from her caretaker. He remembered the day when Calhoun had brought Lucy back to the castle and the way she had broken down into a sea of tears that didn't stop for a long time.
Gabriel was one of the angels who was easier to approach compared to the rest of them. Though previously, Paschar and Raphael were available in the living world to talk to, but since the fight in Heaven had taken place, they both had been ordered not to leave Heaven until permissions were given to them.
"What about your wedding clothes?" inquired Lucy, her eyes staring into Theodore's eyes that reflected her.
"Calhoun had summoned the tailor to take my measurements and it is in preparation. It should be here by the end of this week," he replied to her before tugging her hand and making her sit next to him.
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Chapter 788 - Ingredient II
Instead of sitting next to him, Lucy sat on his lap, a smile on her lips and her hands weaving through his brown hair. "Only a few more days before the day arrives," she whispered to him, "It stills continues to feel surreal."
She placed her head on Theodore's shoulder, letting it rest there while watching Theodore hold her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together and the smile continued to stay on her lips. The last time when she was about to be married, her emotions had been filled with anger and pain them. She didn't want to get married to Samuel, but she did anyway, a little to spite Theodore.
But now, she was back with the person with whom she was in love and couldn't believe that she would marry Theodore, and everyone was happy about it. They were looking forward to it and thinking about it, Lucy's heart felt full. Her eyes were turning heavier, but she fought to stay awake while Theodore's fingers soothed her soul.
"I spoke to Calhoun about going to the town with you. We have spent enough time here and I know how you feel about this place. If you want we can move into the mansion and I can work from there so that you can be more involved with the institute that you want to bring up," said Theodore to Lucy, "What do you think about it? Lucy?"
When he looked at her face, he noticed her eyes had closed, and she had fallen asleep.
Theodore picked up Lucy in his arms and placed her on the bed. Pulling the covers to cover her body before he laid next to her.
Away from the Hawthrone castle where peace had finally prevailed and below the living world where Hell was present, Vladimir sat on his throne with his legs crossed one over the other. Odin stood at the side while Laurence had been brought to stand in front of the Devil.
Laurence had been in the dark cell room where he didn't know if it was day or night, not knowing the time and being tortured by the guards when he was dragged out of his cell room. The clothes in which he had died had been torn, and he now wore a clothing that many other souls wore in Hell, the sinners who had sinned.
He didn't dare to look at the Devil who sat watching him, which he had been doing for the last twenty minutes. Not knowing why he was here, he looked at the demon servant, who was staring back at him. Two guards stood on either side of Laurence, waiting for the Devil to give an order to them.
"You can leave," ordered the Devil.
Laurence felt the little life that still existed in him return after hearing Vladimir's words. He was more than happy to stay away from the Devil, who looked at him menacingly. Turning around his body, he was ready to leave the room when he heard the Devil speak.
"Where do you think you are going, Lauri?" came the low, threatening voice from the Devil.
The sinner turned around, gulping in nervousness while his hands held each other for support, "Y-you told me to leave."
Vladimir raised his hand, and Laurence suddenly cowered in fear thinking the Devil was going to do something to him, but instead, he only brought his hand to the front to check his nails while feeling its sharpness.
"The guards can leave," and Vladimir snapped his fingers for the guards to disappear from the room, leaving only the Devil, Odin and Laurence in the vast room.
Laurence could feel sweat trickle down his body, and he wished he could die, but then he was already dead.
"You know, Laurence, I came to hear some wonderful news today. A news that I didn't expect to hear, do you know what that might be?" questioned Vladimir without looking at the person who was in front of him as he continued to check his nails.
Laurence shook his head. If he spoke, it would be a problem, if he didn't speak, it would be another problem. Therefore he had resorted to the sign language.
"How did you even rule the kingdom, everything I ask you have no answer to it. What a useless man you are," Vladimir finally dropped his hand, and his dark red eyes moved to look at Laurence. "I have decided to be a benevolent man today, to be good to you. No not just you, but your mother too," he smiled at the man before turning to look at Odin.
Odin didn't have to be told again as he quickly disappeared from the room to get the late Queen of Devon, Morganna, to join her beloved son in the room.
"The news is so good, that I have decided that I will return your body and the part of your memories that are taken away when you enter Hell," Vladimir leaned back against his throne, staring at the worthless man, and he could see the confusion in the bastard's eyes. "You don't want to feel how it was in the living world?"
The last time the Devil had dragged him and his mother to the living world, they had been humiliated to the point where the image they had built over the years had been washed into the dirt. He didn't know why, but he felt the Devil's offer to be too good to be true.
"I-I am f-fine like this," stuttered Laurence, and Vladimir waved his hand.
"I realized I should treat you better," replied Vladimir and saying this, he snapped his fingers for an electric zap escape from between his fingers and reached where Laurence stood.
Suddenly Laurence could feel the air around him had turned lighter, and he could now breathe better. He felt like he was alive again while the flesh and scars that had formed on his body started to reduce until they completely disappeared.
"How does it feel? Good, isn't it?" questioned Vladimir with a smile on his lips, and soon Odin returned to the room with Morganna behind him. "Welcome, mother Queen, well not Queen anymore. Morganna."
The woman's footsteps were unwilling as she didn't want to meet the Devil again. Her back had scars because of the whip used on her in Hell to torture her.
"You look so scared. Now only if you would have had the sense to not touch my daughter in any way and let her live, this wouldn't have come," Vladimir clicked his tongue in distaste and disappointment. "I met your daughter today. Rosamund seems to not be doing well on the road. Apparently I will need to increase the torture by a notch."
Unlike Laurence, who was dimwit, Morganna decided to play along with the Devil as he ruled this place. She quickly got down on her knees and touched her forehead on the ground.
"Please forgive me, milord! I have been regretting my actions, please forgive me for what I have done to your daughter! I shouldn't have hurt Constance in the past, and I should have taken care of her. I should have treated my grandson better!" Morganna tried apologizing and trying to gain sympathy from the Devil, but she received no response from Vladimir. She slowly raised her head to see Vladimir had disappeared from the front. Did he leave the room?
Then suddenly, Vladimir's voice came from behind her, "Did I ask you your lame apology or did you hear me ask you for one?"
Morganna's lips trembled at Vladimir's question. She had only meant to clear her name to avoid further punishment, but she had spoken out of turn.
"Odin, bring in the pot. Today we are going to cook," stated Vladimir with an enthusiastic smile on his face.
Both Laurence and Morganna didn't know what Vladimir meant by his words, they shared looks with each other. Odin raised his hands, and a large pot appeared in the room, flames from the bottom boiling the liquid inside it.
"Bring the ingredient," ordered Vladimir.
On his master's command, Odin walked towards Laurence and caught hold of his hand.
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Chapter 789 - Ingredient III
"W-what are you doing?!"
Laurence's eyes had widened, and he looked back and forth between the pot and the Devil. He knew it was too good to be true! The Devil had fixed his wounds and turned him back to the way he had entered Hell for the first time only to cook him!
"I-I don't know what I did! You have already punished me f-for what I did! We have cleared Constance's name. The p-public h-hates us!" Laurence tried to pull his arm away from Odin, but the demon servant, even though he looked scrawny, was stronger than he appeared. "I d-didn-"
"Shhh," Vladimir silenced the man, who was shouting in the room, and silence fell back in the room except for the bubbles that moved to the surface of the pot. "Do you think this is your place to scream and shout? Do it again and I will cut off your tongue," he glared.
Laurence whimpered, not wanting to go even a step near the boiling pot. "But I didn't-"
"I am not sure if I should be happy or continue to be upset by your actions, Lauri," stated Vladimir.
In one side of his mind, he was glad that a bastard like Laurence had not got to stay next to his daughter. But on the other side, the thought about this pitiful man, who had not only broken his daughter's trust but had defamed her in front of people, it nowhere sat well with him.
Vladimir leisurely walked around the room as if he was waiting for Laurence to step forward and sit inside the pot, but with the sound of liquid bubbling from the top and the smell of the metal that wafted in the room, the former King of Devon couldn't make himself walk towards the pot. There was a pure look of horror on his face.
"Go on now," Odin tried to push Laurence towards the pot as the sinner resisted it. "It isn't as bad as it looks," he encouraged Laurence.
This only made Laurence glare at the lowly servant who did the Devil's bidding. He couldn't glare at the Devil, but he could put his anger on the servant. And what did he mean it didn't look as bad it looked! It was f.u.c.k.i.n.g molten iron that was in its liquid form!
"P-please, I am willing to go back to the living world and accept my wrongdoings towards Constance," Laurence begged Vladimir in the hope to be let off.
At least before coming to this room, he was mostly bones, and his muscles and skin had melted that would let him feel little to no pain. But the Devil was cunning, and he had been given a 'gift' to live like a person in the living world. He didn't want it!
"Willing?" Vladimir's eyes snapped to look at Laurence. He then walked towards Laurence, who started to walk back to cower away from the Devil, whose eyes blazed like fire. He placed his hand around Laurence's neck and lifted him in the air. "I want to rip and shred you into many pieces, one at a time before putting you back together and doing it all again. You stole my daughter away from me."
His beautiful daughter, thought Vladimir to himself. She could have had a normal family, but maybe this was normal, to have just Calhoun by her side and not people like these, who were in front of him.
Within a second, Vladimir threw Laurence into the large steaming pot, who , who cried out in agony, his scream echoing in the nearby halls.
"NO! NO! PLEASE SAVE ME!" cried Laurence while he drowned in the pot. "HELP!"
On one side, Morganna, who was on her knees, looked at the scene in horror in her eyes, and on the other side, the Devil closed his eyes to enjoy the pain-filled screams, while at the side, Odin stood with a smile, watching Laurence enjoy his bath.
The torture Laurence had felt until before was nothing in comparison to how he felt in the pot right now, and it was because the Devil had mended him only to use him as an ingredient in Hell. He didn't stop screaming, and Vladimir didn't stop enjoying it before he turned to look at Morganna and walked slowly towards her.
Morganna quickly stumbled back, but she couldn't run or escape. The hell belonged to the Devil, and there was no way to hide.
"Spare me dark lord! I have been stupid to hurt someone! I will fix my ways! I am fixing it! I will do anything!" pleaded Morganna. Since the Devil had returned, Hell had turned far worse than before, and the torture never stopped.
Unlike the other inmates in Hell, both Laurence and Morganna were shown mercy by keeping them in different cells, but it only increased their fear on hearing the painful screams echo around the cells.
Vladimir's eyes turned dark, and asked, "Can you bring back my daughter's innocence?"
Morganna blinked at his question.
"Can you return the respect and dignity that you decided to snatch away from her? Can you bring her back to me without the horrific memories you and your daughter put her through?" Vladimir questioned her, his eyes drilling holes in her. "Can you bring her back so that she could wear the wedding gown...and I could walk her down the aisle?"
He bent down to level himself with her, seeing the fear in the woman's eyes.
"How can you think I will forgive you that easily?" he asked in a dead tone.
"W-we, I-I didn't know. Please," Morganna looked pitiful. Her entire body trembled in fear if the Devil was going to put her in the pot of boiling liquid too.
"You said, you would do anything right?" stated Vladimir. Getting up, he turned his back and snapped his fingers for Morganna's body to return the way it was before she died. A smile spread across his lips, and he said, "Remove your nails from your hands. All of them."
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Chapter 790 - On The Other Side Of The Door
Music Recommendation: Rhythm of the breeze- Chapavich Temnitikul
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Lucy looked at the wedding gown for the tenth time in her room, pulling the cupboard door where the wedding gown had been left to hang for tomorrow. As eagerly she had waited for the day, now it felt as if it had approached quickly.
Though she had already been married once, looking at the preparation and the way people were hustling around the castle, it felt like she was going to marry for the very first time. The excitement and the nervousness hung around her, warmly wrapping herself with it.
"Lucy?" Aunt Monique appeared at her door, knocking it before she entered inside.
"Aunt Monique, good afternoon," Lucy bowed her head to greet her aunt. "Was there something you needed? You should have asked one of the servants to summon me."
The older vampiress stepped forward, coming to stand next to her niece to take a better look at the gown that had been making whispers and murmurs within the castle.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" asked Lucy, turning again to look at the gown where the colour from bright white had turned a little pale because of its age.
Even though Madeline said Calhoun was alright with her wearing this for her wedding and Vladimir was also fine with it, somewhere, she still felt guilty to wear something that belonged to Lady Constance. This dress was specially made for the lady's wedding, and it had come to her.
"It looks just like her. Something she would wear," commented Aunt Monique, staring at the upper part of the dress and the elongated sleeves that were intricately designed.
"Were you close to Lady Constance, Aunt Monique?" questioned Lucy, and the woman pursed her lips.
"I wouldn't say we were close, considering how we didn't spend enough time with each other unlike Rosamund who was here with her when she was in the castle. But she was kind, just like you Lucy. There was something very special about her, I am not sure what it was, never been able to figure it out but the same spark is there in Calhoun. Not too much, but enough to know whose son he is," replied Aunt Monique, and she looked away from the dress. "She was a beautiful woman. A life of her own."
Luy smiled at her aunt's words, "Sometimes I wished you were my father's direct sister, and not Aunt Rosamund. Maybe life would be different. It could have been different."
But that would also mean she wouldn't exist in this world. It was strange to wish upon things and find out. It wouldn't work as she would want it to.
"I wonder about that," hummed Aunt Monique and then said, "We shouldn't worry about the past, when we have a whole future ahead of us. Waiting for us, especially you, to walk and enjoy it," the woman offered her an encouraging smile.
Lucy nodded her head and asked, "Do "Do you know who is going to walk me down the aisle?" She had been a little shy to ask it openly.
"It is me," Aunt Monique smiled at Lucy, and Lucy returned the smile.
"That is wonderful. I wasn't sure if brother Calhoun was going to walk me because Madeline is the bridesmaid. I wonder if I should have invited some more people but then I don't know them well enough, as much as I know you all," her words turned low at the end of the sentence.
Lucy had asked Madeline to be her bridesmaid, and she was the only one to attend. Elizabeth was somewhere far away in the North as she wanted to find a way to fix herself because of the werewolf bite, not to forget, things were still yet to settle down between her and Elizabeth. Lucy had spoken her mind in the past with Elizabeth so that the girl would fix her attitude with people around her, and Lucy was glad to see the person making an effort.
"You know, Aunt Monique," started Lucy and her aunt hummed in question, "In the past, I used to dream about my wedding. I used to dream about the beautiful church bell that dings loud enough for the entire village to vibrate with its sound, and making me feel warm. Me in white gown, walking down the aisle carrying flowers, walking towards the groom, but in that dream I used to walk alone," she confessed. Strangely she never had her mother or her father there, nor her grandmother with her.
"It seems like your dream didn come true, dear Lucy. I am glad to see that you have finally found your happiness," smiled Aunt Monique before one of the maids came to interrupt them.
"Apologies for interrupting you, milady," the maid bowed her head. "Your shoes for the wedding have arrived and Lady Madeline asked me to inform you about it."
"That's good. I was worried where I would be wearing the same shoes," said the older vampiress. "Where is Lady Madeline? I had to discuss something with her."
"She's in the viewing hall, milady," answered the maid politely.
Lucy noticed how Aunt Monique had cut her straight hair further short, and it slanted from the back to the front, leaving the front of her hair long. It made her aunt look younger in appearance.
"I will be back soon, Lucy. Make sure not to go visiting the cemetery or outside," Aunt Monique gave a pointed look at Lucy, making her chuckle. It seemed like everyone was aware of her habit of going out of the castle since she was small.
Aunt Monique left the room in which Lucy was present, and she made her way to the viewing hall to find Madeline, who was getting the paintings removed on the wall.
Madeline stood in front of the wall where the servants were getting the paintings down from the wall.
"Be careful with it," said Madeline to them, and as if sensing the vampiress, who stood behind her, she turned around. "Lady Monique! Did you find your new shoes in the room?" she asked her.
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