Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

38. The Teacher's Son

The Part 38

The trajectory of the shadow from the past will be an important figure that is still clearly attached. Quite strange if he who is suspected to have suffered from the curse of tears in fact still has memories. Has the kidnapper been making things up about his illness? Or is the curse not eating itself completely? All are still question marks. It turned out that not only had his servant been attacked by millions of questions, but himself was also overwhelmed by various mysteries. All the things that happened were clear because of this man who was reluctant to share information.  Eien let out a light sigh, choosing to put aside the broken memory net that was not yet clear in certainty. “My love is like a drop of rain in the dry season, Hornest. Do not expect more. But I can say when I question my teacher, for some reason his figure is as clear as the reflection of the moon on a calm lake.”

That answer brought hope as well as bitterness in Ernest's mind. But he needs to know the clear picture of the figure in question. “What's his figure like?” ask her where her heart is beating so hard. It could be seen that there was a flash of curiosity there. The answer seems so important.

“He is almost similar to you, just .. Your hair color is like day and night.”

Ernest shook for a moment because it turned out that the figure was not as expected. Although somewhat disappointed, but his curiosity even more become, because the teacher who meant his lover is not found in his knowledge data. “Can I know who he is?”

“There's a chance you know him.”

“Really?”

“Yes. He is a noble honorable who bears the title of master teacher of the palace.”

The statement further confused Ernest, because he actually knew who was holding the title. “Guru big palace?”

“Ya, right. He comes from a distinguished family, Cloudius, his name is Leon Holise Cloudius.”

Ernest stunned. Claudius? Leon's? His widened iris turned full of question marks because the name is not foreign, even very familiar. "Dad? You know my father?" How come? There is something awkward here for him.

Daddy's? Instead of being surprised, Eien was even flabbergasted, not expecting to meet the figure his teacher was waiting for. "Are you really Teacher Leon's son?" And there was a flow of joy that rose in his mind when he remembered the last time Reinna, the wife of his teacher, was pregnant. A beautiful black-haired vampire who had made him recognize envy. Even so this fact is a joy “I did not expect to be born a son. What a blessing to the teacher. I don't know what's going on. But I should have been there at your blessing in the palace. Or maybe I just can't remember it.”

Ernest was silent because he knew that before he was born, the princess had disappeared. Therefore, the absence of the presence of this woman became a smooth lips circulating among the nobles. The contents of his chest rumbled as Eien who was in amazement touched his cheeks could not possibly know.All the answers were at the tip of his lips but could not be spoken as easily as rain falling from the sky.

While enjoying the much-missed figure of Ernest, all sorts of streams of questions ran through Eien's head so that the curvature of his eye line implied a sense of pain and ache. "Why? Why are you doing this? Why did you cast black charcoal on my teacher's honor?" ogre.

The question was so piercing that Ernest's eyes were tightly closed because they had to be silenced again. And for some reason, the soft touch of the cold fingers was sharper than the sembilu capable of penetrating the depths of the soul's recess. Doesn't he believe that what happened to his girlfriend was the best course of action? His black iris was slowly seen and fell towards the floor helplessly. "Take Selia to her room" she asked Adela.

The servant nodded obediently unpleasantly as it had become a sensitive conversation starter. "Good, Mr.” Nearby Eien. “Mari, Miss."

His thin smile broke iritsand his little shake did not blame. "Rest."

Even though Eien's lips had been silenced, the cloud still lingered there. It was a bit difficult for him to understand how it was possible for a distinguished family like Cloudius to let his descendants do such a crazy thing. Did the teacher never come to save me for being involved in this scandal? Or because the perpetrator was his son then he did not dwell? What about Uncle Helius, the great general of the Vorta family? Is uncle having trouble finding me? This was too complicated to make him give up on finding the answer. At least for now. Even so he was sure that his teacher's son must have the right reason to be willing to become a patient. "Good night, Hornest." he closed the conversation with a small nod.“Come, Adela.”

“Ya, Miss.” Although the master looked wounded, Adela could see that the flames and the cold snow had slowly extinguished and melted down inside the lady. At least there is hope for his master. Tuhaaan, I hope their relationship improves soon.

Eien climbed the stairs, leaving a gaping wound in Ernest's heart, which was a deep sorrow for his late father. But soon dispelled the uncomfortable feeling by turning attention to his servant who would catch up with Eien. "Adela,” call him. “After this comes my room. There's something I need to tell you."

The waiter immediately gave a sign of understanding then resigned and followed his nonanya.In the corridor Adela noticed his nona back that looked stiff, like someone who was thinking restless. “Nonaaa,” call him.

“Ya?” sahut Eien slowed the pace.

“It looks like Miss really cares about teacher Miss.”

“Of course, Adela. Why can you say that?”

“Because Miss had misrecognized the master while in the forest. Looks like, Miss also misses him a lot.”

Eien's steps faltered right on the side of the large window, his crystal blue iris being tucked away on the moon peering behind the clouds. The silvery color was similar to the hair of his teacher. “That's because I love her so much, causing a longing that drives away common sense.”

Adela became stunned, then also threw a glance out the window, looking at the silvery glowing moon. “Love?”

“Yes. Love,” re-Eien who felt the sensation of deja vu. His gaze turned blurry, his ears were ringing loudly, and the ground he was treading on seemed to be swaying in balance. His voice that repeats the sentence ‘Because I love you, Guru’ keeps ringing. It sounded so bitter that it pierced the bottom of the heart. His chest that felt sore was taken strong. Whatisthis? Why is it suddenly like this? Are those sounds part of my memory? Why can't I remember clearly? And what is this feeling? It really hurts! Every time it flashed, it felt like thousands of embers were boiling in the chest.

Adela's attention was shifted to Eien's shaky body. “Nona! You okay?” tanyanya.

“Come, Adela.”

The girl immediately embraced Eien's arm to support him. “It is better that you rest immediately. Tonight is a tough night for you. Come, Miss.”