Vampire Prince Trapped Into a Hunter

Chapter 29 – A STRONG BUNDLED BAG. 1

-Puak

I poked right at the head of one of the herds that were crouching against Abel Lundoln who seemed to be the leader among them.

“Ouch!”

I can hear the strange screams of the person I'm talking to.

“Oh, there's a person apparently. I'm sorry, I thought you were trash blocking the way. Why is squatting blocking the road there? Can you step aside now, no?”

Actually I want to directly curse the savage bullies, but considering that I have now become Arno who always looks good in front of people, I have a little control over my speech.

“Hey, you fuck! How dare you insult me!”

“Hey, stop, Mulyadi! He's the Rosechild.” family's son

The bully-leader seemed to want to beat me up, but before I could make a move, one of his own flock had stopped him.

Just by hearing the surname Rosechild, the herd of bullies immediately left the place without daring to do anything else.

It seems that the status of the family really becomes a strong shield for the children of the rich and powerful to be able to do anything.

They couldn't even do anything to me after I was humiliated because their family status was much lower than mine.

It is fitting that many of the children of the rich and powerful who deviated to become the trash of society.

I wonder why Arno has not been one of them.

I was about to leave that place, but Abel who had been injured from being beaten suddenly greeted me.

“Anu, thank you.”

“Ck. I didn't mean to help you at all. I just hate the trash of society like them. After all, you are strong. Why not dare to fight after being beaten so badly?”

Abel simply bowed down without daring to answer my question.

I already know the answer anyway.

Family status.

The surname of Lundoln is not at all recorded among the list of names of important nobles or businessmen in the library of the Rosechild family.

That means Abel's family is nobody.

He could have been a commoner or perhaps a fallen noble during the process of state reform.

But I am interested in the color of his eyes and his silver hair.

Hair can become silver with the frequent occurrence of depletion because too much magic research as happened to Grandma Litana, but not on the color of the eyes.

Silver eyes and hair color, I can only think of one possibility, he's a werewolf descendant.

It was also supported by his physical features that seemed weak compared to normal people as an early sign that the strength of his werewolf blood had not been awakened.

I heard once that there was a werewolf who married a man, withheld his instinct to drink blood and live among men.

They also gave birth to a child of a mixture of humans and werewolves, which is likely the origin of the descendants of Abel Lundoln.

But the relationship between a vampire and a werewolf has been very bad.

As fellow inhabitants of the dark creatures, we often fight over territory.

That's why I shouldn't be too involved with him.

It's just, it's just,

“Ukh.”

“Where does it hurt?”

I can't possibly ignore him who's in a battered state like that.

We are also in the same class, and if it was Arno, he would never let a weak girl get hurt in front of him.

I was weak against little girls, whether it was Arcia, and now Abel.

I never learned from the past.

Though the cause of myself to fall into the trap of System is none other than because of my tenderness to Jeanne just because she saw her as a weak little girl.

In the end, I took Abel to the infirmary and I helped him to treat his wounds.

“As per the news circulating, you are indeed a very good person.”

Abel's praise suddenly fell on me.

“Ck. There is no point in being a good person. It won't help fill your hungry stomach.”

“Hehehe. But it is unexpected that the figure of Arnoria Rosechild who is praised by many people as a dream idol, apparently has a rough mouth. And what the hell is that homeless speech. The Rosechilds could never have been starved..Ouch!”.

I instantly intentionally tightened his bandages to stop him from chattering that no-no.

“If you understand, just shut up while I treat.”

“Hehehehe.”

She kept smiling gently in response to my sour facial expression.

Honestly, Abel's smile was sweet.

I like to see him smile.

It is good for her to always think positively about the world if she is a normal woman.

Unfortunately, he was a werewolf descendant.

There would be nothing good for him if he continued to be someone who was compassionate.

At any moment, he would never be able to awaken his power.

***

As soon as I walked out of the infirmary leaving Abel still lying there in need of rest on his wounds, someone came back to greet me.

“Arno! Arno! Hi, Arno!”

A person with fine blonde hair with golden eyes ran towards me.

With a relaxed and easygoing nature, she greeted me,

“You're Arno right, right? I saw you at the academy's freshman opening.”

“Yo, hello, then, see you.”

I greeted him for a while and hurried to leave.

It's not good for me to hang out with people who are too prominent like him, especially by remembering his status.

“Wait! Wait a minute, Arno. I'm your classmate, don't you remember? Sorry I haven't introduced myself before. My name is Julian Gerfinda. You can call me Lian, Juju, or any cute call. Hehehehehe.”

“No, thank you, Julian alone okay kok.”

“Hehehehehehe.”

He is the youngest son of the current Indonesian president.

When both Mr. President and Mr. President both had black hair then suddenly gave birth to a child with blonde hair, all of course already understand what it means.

The Gerfinda family was the forerunner of the fighters who formed the Republic of Indonesia which was originally referred to as the Sultanate of Indonesia with Sultan Hasanuddin Gerfinda as the first sultan who formed in 1667 the solar calendar.

He bravely issued the oath of the Yak Flower which is now a trend in history, that is an oath that promises that Sultan Hasanuddin Gerfinda will never again smell the fragrant flowers of Yak before he managed to unite the entire archipelago in the archipelago.

In fact, only eight islands were successfully united where the other three in the north are still controlled by the imperialists.

The Gerfinda family has since continued to occupy the capital on Celebes Island in the center and even as the country has changed from a monarchical form to a republican form, their families continue to be trusted as leaders of the country that unites the eight islands.

At least, it was up to the time of Sam Gerfinda, the current president of Indonesia.

Although many are disappointed in him about the issue of birth skew the youngest child who clearly has a different gene from him, he said, Sam Gerfinda has remained in a strong position as the leader of the country and holds the good trust of the people since his expertise in managing the country.

But not to the successor, both the eldest Asario Gerfinda and the youngest Julian Gerfinda.

One is known as a tyrant, while the other is even doubtful of the authenticity of his genes plus his sledge’an.

Since there is no prohibition for anyone to become president, it will certainly be difficult to maintain the power of the Gerfinda family after the end of the power of President Sam Gerfinda who they have held for almost four centuries.

Even now, their power has dropped dramatically and only occupies the sixth position in terms of family prestige in Indonesia.

But by the way, it's not that Julian is not at all talented.

If not for his slenge’an nature and lazy to practice, he would have become a reliable swordsman, and moreover it was not a random swordsman, but rather a magic swordsman.

In other words, a pushover.

Isn't the seedling more or less the same as Arno?

If so, maybe they can be the best friend pair, the same comrade-in-arms pushover.

Julian can serve as an effective repellent for the existence of the Lisanna Annexia and other talented people who always circulate around Arno with his naturally annoying nature.

By hanging out with Julian, I could gradually change Arno's deviant character into a person who could be more selfish to be selfish.

So it's not bad to hang out with Julian, either.

“Alright, Julian, I've decided.”

“Hmm?”

“Starting today, we are friends.”

I grabbed her shoulder while saying the sentence to her then I could see the happy look on her face.