Chapter 37: Chapter 37
Lucien walks past the two maids who stare at him as if he were some kind of strange specimen, with Sesha still in his arms.
He glanced at them quickly: his eyes glowed with a liquid red, revealing the scarlet auras of both of them. They were strong, not as strong as Scarlet or Walter, but stronger than his own.
Feeling Sesha’s calm breathing against his chest, he lost interest and continued on his way to the mansion.
"As expected, Mrs. Scarlet’s husband is not a normal person," Melenia speaks with a sigh, as if what she is seeing is a different species from them.
"..." Adele is still in shock from what she experienced a moment ago. Where did that feeling of servitude come from? It was too overwhelming, as if she were standing in front of her father.
But Melenia’s next words snap her out of her thoughts:
"What’s the matter? Are you considering turning the cattle into your husband?" she says in a mocking tone.
"Huh? Where did you get that idea?" Adele looks at her indignantly. How could she say that? She has her pride.
"Hmm..." Melenia hummed, smiling. "Since you were staring at it as if you were going to eat it, I thought you were going to kidnap it," she said, looking at her friend’s face.
"Me? Kidnap him? Please!" Adele replied, horrified. How dare he say such terrible things about her? "Besides, I was watching him because the way he acted before was too... No! Because I wanted to create a husband, I wouldn’t be capable of sinking so low."
"So you wouldn’t stoop that low," Melenia smiles mysteriously.
"That’s right! So I’m asking you not to bring it up again..." Adele can’t finish her sentence when she sees the mobile device in Melenia’s hand, and smiles nervously: "Why do you have that in your hand? You’re playing a joke, right?"
She doesn’t answer, she just presses "play" on the phone screen, and you can hear in high resolution: "...I wouldn’t be able to fall so low... I wouldn’t be able to fall so low..." Melenia puts it on a loop.
Then she flashes a big, evil smile, typical of a villain, when she sees the hero fall into her trap:
"Tell me, what would happen if this recording reached Lady Scarlet’s ears?"
Adele feels the world crumbling before her eyes, imagining the scenario if that recording reaches Scarlet’s ears.
"Je~ So my loyal and hard-working Adele, you wouldn’t sink as low as I did~, so, as a good boss, I’ve found you a good husband to spend eternity with."
There, Scarlet forces her to perform the lover ritual with a fat, ugly human who sweats like a pig and has the look of a pervert.
Adele shudders to the depths of her soul and whispers, "M-Monster..."
"Monster?" Melenia looks away, as if she isn’t talking to her, and points to herself. "Me?"
"Yes, you! Who else is here besides me?" Adele glares at her.
Melenia’s smile widened: "But I’m not a monster, you know? I’m a vampire."
Adele clicked her tongue. "Tsk."
"HAHAHAHA!" Melenia laughed, victorious.
Far from the mansion, in a desolate space, Scarlet looked at the place with neutrality; it was perfect for creating a training ground.
"My Lady, the way Lord Lucien learns through combat is impressive," Walter said in his deep, controlled voice.
He stood beside her, his hands clasped behind his back, looking at the place that was to be the training ground. "In all my years of service... I’ve never seen anything like it."
Scarlet sat on the edge of a stone railing, her gaze serene, but a slight smile played on her lips.
"What Lucien did during our brief exchange," he began, in a slow, almost melodic tone, "is not unusual... though it is exceptional. Many warriors of the past learned in this way, evolving in the midst of danger. However,"
His eyes narrowed, recalling something distant, "I can count on one hand those who mastered this gift. Warriors such as Hercules... or Arthur Pendragon, etc."
Walter watched her closely. "So, it only appears in people with great combat intuition? As if they had been chosen by something greater than themselves or some god of combat?"
Scarlet let out a brief laugh, low and elegant. "Yes and no. It’s not an exclusive skill or a divine gift. Some are born with that ability, yes... but others forge it with experience, pain, and repetition. Battle teaches what no teacher can," she explained, as if sharing a lesson she herself had learned the hard way.
"I understand..." Walter murmured, nodding respectfully. "So it can be acquired, but few succeed."
"Exactly," Scarlet confirmed. "Even among those who do succeed, most don’t get very far." Read complete versıon only at noveⅼfire.net
Walter raised an eyebrow. "Why do you say that, my lady?"
She narrowed her eyes, her voice becoming more serious. "Because they lack the most important thing: discipline."
"Talent without control becomes arrogance. Strength without purpose, destruction. And intuition without discipline... madness." Her words hung in the air, cold and precise as a sentence.
Walter nodded silently, impressed by his mistress’s clarity.
Scarlet then added, in a softer tone, "Lucien has something that few possess. A fierce instinct, yes... but also a desire to better himself. If he learns to balance it, the result could be... monstrous."
Walter was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I suppose that’s a possibility you’re not concerned about, my Lady."
"No," Scarlet replied with a sensual smile. "I’m excited about it. After all, he’s my husband."
"My Lady seems to have a very high opinion of Lord Lucien," Walter remarked.
Scarlet smiled: "The ritual transformed him. He became a vampire, but not just any vampire; because of his blood, he became something more..."
Her eyes glowed blood red.
"I’ve seen many vampires born, Walter. Some with power, some with hunger, some with arrogance. But he..." Her smile widened, slowly becoming distorted. "He is different and unique."
Scarlet burst out laughing, a loud laugh.
"Lucien... my beloved, my most beautiful mistake..." she whispered at last, her smile curving with pleasure and anticipation.