Vampire Prince Trapped Into a Hunter

Chapter 31 – A STRONG BUNDLED BAG. 3

“Ah! Nah! Stop!”

That afternoon, I suddenly heard the hysterical screams of Dahlia.

I hurried to leave my training to quickly check what was going on with her.

“What's up, Brother?”

But there was no answer from him.

His body just curled up while trembling in fear.

As soon as I glanced in front, one of our gardeners had a small pair of scissors in his hand.

It seems that's the trigger for Kak Dahlia's trauma.

“Aden, I also do not know anything why Miss Dahlia suddenly shouted hysterically so. It's not my fault, Aden.”

While shaking in fear, Mr. Gardener gave the reason.

“It seems, you are still new to working here. Next time don't bring any more scissors when near Kak Dahlia ya Pak.”

“Good, Den.”

“Ya already, I can go now.”

Once Arno told me.

In her elementary school, there was a little boy who felt jealous of Kak Dahlia's beauty.

He also called his friends together to prank Kak Dahlia.

One of them is by using scissor objects.

Kak Dahlia's hair was shot and her temple was injured which until now still causes scars.

An event that only lasted for less than half a day, but caused a scar that has not even healed until now.

Not physical injuries, but mental injuries.

I have recorded the names of those bullies well in my mind.

They clearly entered one of my revenge lists before I destroyed the human race.

Not long after, Arno's father, Mr. Lehman, had just arrived from his office.

“Oh, Arnoria. I heard you offered a commoner a position as a member of our family. You certainly have a good reason to recruit a child who looks mediocre in the position of prestige right? I believe in your decision, my son, so don't disappoint Dad.”

While patting my shoulder, he just said so and then immediately just about to pass by.

“Hey, Dad. Is that all I want to say?”

“Hmm. Take it easy, my son. I believe in your every decision because all this time you never let Dad down.”

“Not that, you savage father!”

My eyes are angry at him.

I knew the real Arno wouldn't be able to express this emotional way.

It's just, I can't stand the coldness of his attitude as a father.

“Didn't Dad see Kak Dahlia's current condition?”

“What happened to my daughter?”

With a confused look without feeling guilty he actually showed a question mark expression as if he really did not understand where his mistake was.

“Ah, is the service provided by the servants at home less? Later I will tell the butler to improve their service to Dahlia.”

Is that all this savage father can think of?

Isn't he a former national actor so he should be more understanding of human emotions?

Or is it so diverse that the human expression he learns, he can no longer distinguish how the expression of pain is?

“Not that, Dad.”

“Hmm?”

“Trauma Kak Dahlia just relapsed.”

“Seeing from the symptoms, it seems to be so. That is why Father told the butler to improve his service to Dahlia so that his mind could soon be calmer.”

“Dad, I have never felt his name so Dad. But I also know that in situations like this before Dad asks the butler to improve his service, Dad should ask first what kind of situation Kak Dahlia is.”

What's with this guy's mind?

Is this what is called a father in the human world or is it just Arno's father who is different from others?

Isn't that what it should be?

Once upon a time, I had a father who loved me.

However, as a vampire, I sometimes envy the human race who have both a father and a mother.

Unlike humans, vampires do not have a mother.

As you already know, there are two types of breeding methods of our vampire nation, namely vegetatively and generatively.

Vegetatively, none other than through the blood bonding method, but can only be done by vampires from direct descent.

Generatively, by having sex.

Unfortunately, the indirect descendants, including the women of the direct descendants of the vampire nation lost their fertility.

The only thing that can reproduce sexually is from the direct descendants of men.

However, it is not possible for men to have sex with each other to produce seeds.

The only way is that we make use of the eggs and uterus of other species to carry on our descent of nobility or in other words direct descent.

That's why even what kind of species my mother is, I have absolutely no idea.

But given the nature of the Father who always amazed the human species, I am sure that both Brother and I were born from the womb of a human-species mother.

Although I only had a father, my father loved me so much that when I was a child, I never lacked a father's affection.

Although everything also passed very quickly where my father's life had to end at the hands of the vampire hunters at the age of 7 years, at least I have memories of the affection of a father who is so valuable.

However, I am still jealous of the human race that has complete both father and mother.

But it doesn't seem to be since I knew Arno's father.

“Lagian, you are always protected by the warmth of family, how can you understand my suffering.”

The words of Abel Lundoln instantly reverberated within my head.

Family warmth?

No kidding!

This family was indeed rich and powerful, but not warm at all.

***

Several days have passed since I trained Abel to become a reliable swordsman.

I actually thought that Abel would be better suited to be a fighter since he was a werewolf descendant who when awakened would have an incredible physique, yet his own people seemed to be very opposed to him.

After a long nod, we finally agreed with the job swordsman on the grounds that he was also a former swordsman player at his school first.

“Arno, is it really okay I do it?”

“What is it? Hasn't our principal also agreed to it?”

“But I got a scholarship at this school as a candidate mage.”

“In fact you haven't been able to learn a single magic spell, have you?”

“Ukh.”

“That's because you have absolutely no talent being a mage, but a magic swordsman.”

“Just like Julian? And how do you know that?”

I can't answer Abel's question that he's actually a werewolf.

Vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies who can instinctively sense the air of each other's existence.

If Abel realizes that he is a werewolf, it would be dangerous for me to keep my identity as a vampire in his presence.

“Hey, friends! What are you doing under the tree? I'm following doooong!”

Just now his name was called, his person had actually come.

He's the slenge’an Julian.