Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

44. Sacred Flower

The Part 44

When night fell, there was no thought that Ernest was sitting with the prisoner. A rare thing, but his courage is commendable. It's just that even though facing each other, apparently the edge of the table looks more interesting to observe. Similarly, the sound that hides behind the lips as if each hemisphere of the word is too difficult to assemble. In the end, the master of the room was unable to survive and wanted to open a conversation. "Who would have thought if this cage turned out to be quite easy to penetrate."

The black iris finally lifted. "This cage has no defense, Your Majesty."

Both of Eien's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, I'm really impressed. How should I explain it? Is it self-confidence or negligence?"

"Whichever it is, I hope it doesn't cause you any concern," he replied lowly inviting Eien's little laugh.

"All right, I'll fulfill your hope. It's just that the uninvited guest's voice doesn't feel familiar."

Ernest's attention was now more focused. "intriguing. Does that mean you can hear when your body is still a puppet?"

The question signified something that the ritual performed on him was the first one he performed. Too brave if this man tested the ritual on himself who has a high status. Does that mean something is pressing him? To know this, the key is patience. Threw a cup of warm red tea and sipped it a little. "My body is completely paralyzed. Preferably a comatose human being, when my consciousness is awake, my vision is able to capture the panorama, and my hearing is still functioning." Her blue iris descended towards the occasional puddle of tea water that swayed. "Your last conversation of last time has silenced my conscience" his his hiss was low.

Ernest gasped bitterly, his iron decreased and his eyeballs trembled with regret. "Sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to burden you."

"To be honest, I had a hard time translating my mixed feelings. Especially if you have to express it so that you understand a little. But we should put that aside because our boat has sailed far away. It's just that the lighting you gave me wasn't up to my expectations. Is the fire you are lighting just that?"

"If the fire is too big, I'm afraid it will burn you" he said. "I know you're trapped in a labyrinth. My first mistake was a delay. If the 'time' had sided with me, we wouldn't have sat together as strangers."

Silently creeping, giving pause to just hear the occasional sparks jumping on the candle wicks on the nightstand. Eien tilted his face, putting down the teacup without

makes a clinking sound. The kidnapper understood the condition of his memory. "If we have ever looked up at the night sky together, then chances are you are someone you trust. Unfortunately, my memory of you is hiding somewhere. If only there were a bright spot. Could it be the effect of the soul-transfer ritual that was the cause?" But the answer is a small slab. Eien did not like the bitter reaction. Her lower lip was bitten withstanding the vibrations. "Is it worse than that?"

"Don't push yourself" Ernest recalled.

"But I hate being locked up in the dark. Give me a little fire," he sighed softly.

Eien turned to hide his eyes. That was the word he feared the most. The truth that he refused to accept even though the black iris had revealed complete honesty. Short answer that is enough to assemble all the pieces of the puzzle scattered. A fragile heart. That's what Leon reminds him of. "I was indeed good at disappointing him," he hissed full of regret.

Ernest took a deep breath.His arrival here was not to make his soulmate sad. Abandoned by his seat, he approached Eien with one hand outstretched. "Tonight the moon shone silvery like in a fairyland. Isn't it a pity if we don't adventure for a moment looking for a fairy hiding behind a rose bush?"

The charming thin smile was mellow, but somehow it was able to calm the shaking ripples. His vigilance towards the kidnapper decreased slightly, his breathing began to rhythmic, and a pink spark rose up on the cheeks. "It turns out you're also good at controlling emotions," she put on a smile that greeted Ernest's hand.

"really? I'll take it as a compliment."

They were soon joined in the middle of a garden of roses. Under the bright light a moon of its fragrant aroma filled the courtyard. Eien's orange dress was contrasting amidst the green and tinge of red, while Ernest's dark coat blended in the feel of the night.

On the other hand, Adela and William who were standing side by side on the porch of the castle were watching their two masters from afar. Suddenly the butler gasped as if getting an idea then rushed into the mansion leaving Adela herself who seemed to ask inwardly. But he did not bother, because it seemed that it was not something to worry about. His attention returned to the night. His troubled soul warms, dissolving in the flow of joy as a result of the combination of harmony, beauty, peace and romance that lies in the midst of the mystical castle grounds.

Eien's index finger reached the surface of the rose that was perfectly glazed. Beautiful, soul-shaking. Basically like that. But Ernest failed to find admiration, but the enormity of the roar of Jesus wrapped in a veil of tranquility. His gaze softened. "Your race exudes the calmness of the lake surface, Your Majesty. But your blue crystal highlight is out of sync, but it's rushing like a sump."

Eien gave a small sigh. This man is so thorough and detailed. "Should I be grateful, Hornest?" ask without pulling the index finger that begins to vibrate on the surface of the rose petals. Painful memories of the past rained down like a rain of arrows that could pierce the bones.

Ernest's eyebrows are linked.

"This catastrophe has two faces. Limitations and flexibility."

Ernest knew exactly what the first word meant. "Highness?"

"Holy red shows how damned our people are. But behold, this finger that will one day rot is more beloved by the queen of flowers. How unfair. Is the darkness within us so disgusting that this flower would rather die than join hands?" Eien took a deep breath and plucked a sprig from the flower. "Without shame, this flower has revealed the face behind my mask. And the cause of the blood of a man of noble heart." The rose was extended to Ernest who was instantly accepted without a doubt. Instantly the color of his entire petal turned black.

Adela He made. Now he understood why his master was avoiding or even forbidding the flower in his study. Although the magical change was not commonplace, but somehow his heart trembled because the interaction between his two masters was so gentle and charming. Tetiba heard the violin music from his right side. Adela was immediately amazed to find William's skill in playing the instrument to create a beautiful melody and romantic. His eyes winked as if saying that the idea was very good. Of course Adela instantly gave both thumbs in return agreeing.