“Don’t talk nonsense. We’ve already wasted four days. If something happened to Angie during that time...”
Kyle gritted his teeth and took a deep breath on the bed. He wanted to leave right now, by himself.
“It’s fortunate that we are going by car. The Grand Duke is very excited about the royal gasoline car that was brought in from Azerbaijan last week.”
He will let Kyle ride next to him as his escort and shield. Winston still didn't trust him. Jerome put the wet towel on the young master's forehead again with a displeased face.
If only he could get blood from anywhere and transfuse it, but that’s not possible. Even if the young master didn’t object, they had to go through a biological verification process like on Cullinan Island to see if their constitutions were compatible. If their blood doesn’t match, there could be further mutations and side effects.
“Jerome. I’m fine. Just contact Vintergar and see if there’s any disruption to the plan. There’s nothing more important than that right now.”
“The plan will be executed flawlessly. Don’t worry.”
Kyle's eyes slowly closed as the medicine began to take effect. Jerome confirmed that he was asleep and quietly left the infirmary.
Kyle regained consciousness when the supervisor in charge of security at the medical room entered the room. However, he pretended to be asleep and did not open his eyes.
The man was a seasoned torture expert from the absolute monarchy before the war. Just a few days ago, he was the one who ordered Kyle to be crucified in the tower. The man, who was in his forties, licked his lips as if he was disappointed.
“What a shame, I could have played with you a little longer.”
He approached the bed, his footsteps muffled. The Duke lay motionless as if he was deeply asleep from the effects of the drug. The sideline, as transparent as pale, was as lonely as a sculpture in a painting. The man’s heart raced. It was so captivating that it blinded his eyes.
The Duke was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He was also an extraordinary and special young man, the likes of which he had never encountered before. When he was defenseless, he seemed infinitely weak, but when he opened his eyes, he was covered in an armor of cold sharpness that no one could approach. He had the charisma of a King and something that drove people of all ages crazy.
“What should I do? It’s too bad to just let it go like this... I guess I’ll have to use this medicine.”
He took the vial out of his bosom and dropped a few drops into the glass of water. Whatever his intentions, there was no need for the Duke to be used as the Grand Duke's tool. After all, the Grand Duke was after the Blackwell family's vast wealth and influence, not the Duke himself. So, wouldn't it be okay to play with him as a toy?
The medicine quickly dissolved into the water in the glass. It was a deadly poison that gradually paralyzed the limbs. One of your arms or legs would become useless today. The Grand Duke would return the useless Duke to the stone tower, and then he would be in his hands again.
Kyle couldn't pretend to sleep any longer. This time, instead of the sharp pain in his chest, he felt extreme dizziness. His head was spinning and his breathing was so short that he couldn't hold it in. The anemia that followed the heart pain was another symptom of Eternity's side effects.
He coughed a few times and stood up, glaring at the man. The torturer was embarrassed, snickered, and took a step back.
Kyle gritted his teeth and took a deep breath on the bed. He wanted to leave right now, by himself.
“It’s fortunate that we are going by car. The Grand Duke is very excited about the royal gasoline car that was brought in from Azerbaijan last week.”
He will let Kyle ride next to him as his escort and shield. Winston still didn't trust him. Jerome put the wet towel on the young master's forehead again with a displeased face.
If only he could get blood from anywhere and transfuse it, but that’s not possible. Even if the young master didn’t object, they had to go through a biological verification process like on Cullinan Island to see if their constitutions were compatible. If their blood doesn’t match, there could be further mutations and side effects.
“Jerome. I’m fine. Just contact Vintergar and see if there’s any disruption to the plan. There’s nothing more important than that right now.”
“The plan will be executed flawlessly. Don’t worry.”
Kyle's eyes slowly closed as the medicine began to take effect. Jerome confirmed that he was asleep and quietly left the infirmary.
***
Kyle regained consciousness when the supervisor in charge of security at the medical room entered the room. However, he pretended to be asleep and did not open his eyes.
The man was a seasoned torture expert from the absolute monarchy before the war. Just a few days ago, he was the one who ordered Kyle to be crucified in the tower. The man, who was in his forties, licked his lips as if he was disappointed.
“What a shame, I could have played with you a little longer.”
He approached the bed, his footsteps muffled. The Duke lay motionless as if he was deeply asleep from the effects of the drug. The sideline, as transparent as pale, was as lonely as a sculpture in a painting. The man’s heart raced. It was so captivating that it blinded his eyes.
The Duke was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He was also an extraordinary and special young man, the likes of which he had never encountered before. When he was defenseless, he seemed infinitely weak, but when he opened his eyes, he was covered in an armor of cold sharpness that no one could approach. He had the charisma of a King and something that drove people of all ages crazy.
“What should I do? It’s too bad to just let it go like this... I guess I’ll have to use this medicine.”
He took the vial out of his bosom and dropped a few drops into the glass of water. Whatever his intentions, there was no need for the Duke to be used as the Grand Duke's tool. After all, the Grand Duke was after the Blackwell family's vast wealth and influence, not the Duke himself. So, wouldn't it be okay to play with him as a toy?
The medicine quickly dissolved into the water in the glass. It was a deadly poison that gradually paralyzed the limbs. One of your arms or legs would become useless today. The Grand Duke would return the useless Duke to the stone tower, and then he would be in his hands again.
Kyle couldn't pretend to sleep any longer. This time, instead of the sharp pain in his chest, he felt extreme dizziness. His head was spinning and his breathing was so short that he couldn't hold it in. The anemia that followed the heart pain was another symptom of Eternity's side effects.
He coughed a few times and stood up, glaring at the man. The torturer was embarrassed, snickered, and took a step back.
The Duke probably didn't see him putting the drug in the water.
“Oh, you have a bad cough. Drink some water, Your Highness.”
When he brazenly handed him a glass of water, Kyle silently accepted it. He tried to focus on his vision. It felt like every cell in his body was screaming at the same time. Something inside his body was desperately wanting blood. He felt like his body was drying up as if he hadn’t absorbed a single drop of water in days.
Kyle set his glass of water down on the table for a moment. Then he waved his finger arrogantly at the man.
“Can you take a look? I think I have something in my eye.”
A bitter smile appeared on the man's lips.
“Yeah.”
“Thank you. What was your name...?”
“This is Ethan. Ethan Hanover.”
The man with his bulging earlobes brought his face close to the Duke's, so he noticed something passing by a beat too late.
The price for letting his guard down for even a moment was high. It happened so quickly that he had no time to defend himself. The sword that had been pulled out from his side returned to his side. However, it was not in the sheath at his waist but was buried deep in his flesh. The smell of blood stung his nose.
“Ugh...! Keuk...”
The man sank to the ground in agony, groaning. His eyes were bloodshot as if he still couldn't believe that he had been taken by surprise by the patient. Kyle didn't stop there.
The torturer was about to stand up and counterattack while kneeling. Kyle lowered his weight on both hands and swung his sword once more. This time, it wasn’t as fast as the first time. The sword couldn’t be light because of its weight. After a dull movement, one of the torturer’s arms was torn off from his shoulder, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Aaaah, the man curled up into a ball, letting out a terrible scream. Kyle threw his severed arm into the corner and slowly licked the blood on the sword. He was so hungry for blood that he was licking it and letting it flow into his mouth without thinking. His lost energy was returning, and his reason and consciousness were becoming clearer.
“Let me tell you a funny story, Ethan.”
Kyle lifted his tongue from the sword and spoke in a dazed manner. He was covered in blood from head to toe. There was no place that was not red, from his face and head to his hospital gown and gown.
“It was at the Stone Tower. The Blackwells are rumored to be vampire Dukes who have sucked the blood of others for generations...”
He raised his sword again. His blue, blazing eyes did not look human.
“It’s not a rumor. It’s true.”
The man's other arm was also cut off in an instant. The force was tremendous. There was a sound of people running from the hallway, along with the howling and struggling.
Kyle caught his breath and dragged him to the fireplace, holding the back of his neck. He then thrust his head into the crackling, flickering flames. The flames quickly engulfed the part of his soul. The screams that threatened to destroy the entire room finally stopped. The room became quiet in an instant.
“What, what is this...”
The guards and Jerome who came running after hearing the scream, and even the Grand Duke who happened to come to check on him, stood like stones in front of the door. The infirmary was a sea of blood, a man with his head stuck in the fireplace and his body crawling like an insect, and the Duke who got up from his seat covered in blood. Everyone was watching the scene in the room with their faces devastated.
“He was attacked first.”
Kyle spoke calmly. There was no need to try to act all sly. There was nothing to see when he put the male sex slave in the shoes of the bastard who had captured his woman at Te Deum.
Half of him was originally evil. His reason and discernment were just controlling his cruel side so that it wouldn't show. But if you think about it, isn't that the case with all humans?
When we see a newborn baby, we all admire its cuteness and the wonder of life, and we love it. However, aren't humans the devils who can point their swords at those innocent eyes the very next moment, depending on the benefits they will receive? Even to their own children.
“My advisor was treated so cruelly...”
“He tried to kill me. Was that what Your Highness thought? Did you change your mind?”
“What are you talking about! That’s never happened. He has many enemies, so he must have had some kind of grudge against you. Well, I don’t plan on blaming you for this... Take care of it.”
Winston clicked his tongue and gestured to the guards. Jerome quickly approached his master and wiped his bloody face. Winston stepped over the threshold, his stomach upset and unable to stand it any longer.
“You look pretty well now. There will be no objection to leaving tomorrow as scheduled, right? I’ll prepare the uniforms of the Royal Guard officers and the necessary items, so come out properly disguised.”
“Yes, I will. I will be happy to help.”
Winston unconsciously shivered at that cool answer. The man looking at him with his clear eyes as if he was being sucked in even in a sea of blood, was eerie. He looked like the messenger of death.
Regardless of what the Grand Duke said, Kyle sat on the edge of the bed and calmly scanned the bloody sea on the floor and the cavalrymen clearing away the corpses. Underneath that aloof mask, an uncontrollable flame engulfed him.
Angie, just wait a minute. I'll be there to pick you up... Please stay alive.
Michael did not matter what he had done, but the pain was tightened.
“Oh, you have a bad cough. Drink some water, Your Highness.”
When he brazenly handed him a glass of water, Kyle silently accepted it. He tried to focus on his vision. It felt like every cell in his body was screaming at the same time. Something inside his body was desperately wanting blood. He felt like his body was drying up as if he hadn’t absorbed a single drop of water in days.
Kyle set his glass of water down on the table for a moment. Then he waved his finger arrogantly at the man.
“Can you take a look? I think I have something in my eye.”
A bitter smile appeared on the man's lips.
“Yeah.”
“Thank you. What was your name...?”
“This is Ethan. Ethan Hanover.”
The man with his bulging earlobes brought his face close to the Duke's, so he noticed something passing by a beat too late.
The price for letting his guard down for even a moment was high. It happened so quickly that he had no time to defend himself. The sword that had been pulled out from his side returned to his side. However, it was not in the sheath at his waist but was buried deep in his flesh. The smell of blood stung his nose.
“Ugh...! Keuk...”
The man sank to the ground in agony, groaning. His eyes were bloodshot as if he still couldn't believe that he had been taken by surprise by the patient. Kyle didn't stop there.
The torturer was about to stand up and counterattack while kneeling. Kyle lowered his weight on both hands and swung his sword once more. This time, it wasn’t as fast as the first time. The sword couldn’t be light because of its weight. After a dull movement, one of the torturer’s arms was torn off from his shoulder, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Aaaah, the man curled up into a ball, letting out a terrible scream. Kyle threw his severed arm into the corner and slowly licked the blood on the sword. He was so hungry for blood that he was licking it and letting it flow into his mouth without thinking. His lost energy was returning, and his reason and consciousness were becoming clearer.
“Let me tell you a funny story, Ethan.”
Kyle lifted his tongue from the sword and spoke in a dazed manner. He was covered in blood from head to toe. There was no place that was not red, from his face and head to his hospital gown and gown.
“It was at the Stone Tower. The Blackwells are rumored to be vampire Dukes who have sucked the blood of others for generations...”
He raised his sword again. His blue, blazing eyes did not look human.
“It’s not a rumor. It’s true.”
The man's other arm was also cut off in an instant. The force was tremendous. There was a sound of people running from the hallway, along with the howling and struggling.
Kyle caught his breath and dragged him to the fireplace, holding the back of his neck. He then thrust his head into the crackling, flickering flames. The flames quickly engulfed the part of his soul. The screams that threatened to destroy the entire room finally stopped. The room became quiet in an instant.
“What, what is this...”
The guards and Jerome who came running after hearing the scream, and even the Grand Duke who happened to come to check on him, stood like stones in front of the door. The infirmary was a sea of blood, a man with his head stuck in the fireplace and his body crawling like an insect, and the Duke who got up from his seat covered in blood. Everyone was watching the scene in the room with their faces devastated.
“He was attacked first.”
Kyle spoke calmly. There was no need to try to act all sly. There was nothing to see when he put the male sex slave in the shoes of the bastard who had captured his woman at Te Deum.
Half of him was originally evil. His reason and discernment were just controlling his cruel side so that it wouldn't show. But if you think about it, isn't that the case with all humans?
When we see a newborn baby, we all admire its cuteness and the wonder of life, and we love it. However, aren't humans the devils who can point their swords at those innocent eyes the very next moment, depending on the benefits they will receive? Even to their own children.
“My advisor was treated so cruelly...”
“He tried to kill me. Was that what Your Highness thought? Did you change your mind?”
“What are you talking about! That’s never happened. He has many enemies, so he must have had some kind of grudge against you. Well, I don’t plan on blaming you for this... Take care of it.”
Winston clicked his tongue and gestured to the guards. Jerome quickly approached his master and wiped his bloody face. Winston stepped over the threshold, his stomach upset and unable to stand it any longer.
“You look pretty well now. There will be no objection to leaving tomorrow as scheduled, right? I’ll prepare the uniforms of the Royal Guard officers and the necessary items, so come out properly disguised.”
“Yes, I will. I will be happy to help.”
Winston unconsciously shivered at that cool answer. The man looking at him with his clear eyes as if he was being sucked in even in a sea of blood, was eerie. He looked like the messenger of death.
Regardless of what the Grand Duke said, Kyle sat on the edge of the bed and calmly scanned the bloody sea on the floor and the cavalrymen clearing away the corpses. Underneath that aloof mask, an uncontrollable flame engulfed him.
Angie, just wait a minute. I'll be there to pick you up... Please stay alive.
Michael did not matter what he had done, but the pain was tightened.
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