The vampire heiress is two-faced

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"Guess whose blood this is?"

The woman's cloudy pupils widened in shock, and she growled, "You killed him?!"

Ludwig tossed the glass bottle to Coco behind her and chuckled softly.

"He is indeed dead, he committed suicide. But you must know in your heart who actually killed him, right?"

The woman froze, veins bulging on her face, and her sharp teeth protruding like a monster's.

Her blood-red, vertical pupils, characteristic of vampires, were instantly covered with ugly blood vessels in the whites of her eyes.

"What do you know?"

"I couldn't control my desires... so I had no choice but to leave him and my son!"

"I should have just died back then and been freed from this world... but he insisted on keeping me alive, turning me into man-eating monsters like you!"

The woman burst into near-maniacal laughter.

"Now? It's too late now... My heart has long since stopped wanting to die... Only by eating people and sucking their blood... can my hunger and my pain be alleviated even a little bit."

Upon hearing this, Ludwig's smile vanished.

"Whether you want to die or not is never up to you. There are people in this world who love you and people you love, but you have betrayed their love, and in your self-destructive and selfish ways, you have stepped into an abyss that does not belong to you."

"Ludwig said."

"Vampires are never monsters. Monsters are simply people who are addicted to power and cannot control themselves, whether they are vampires or humans."

The girl lightly touched the corner of her lips, her expression full of sarcasm.

"You're just unable to control your desires, aren't you? Look at yourself now, how ugly you are. And look at me—"

Unable to bear it any longer, the woman stomped on the stone slab beneath her feet and, enraged, attacked Ludwig:

"shut up!!"

...

"Ah."

Ludwig deftly dodged the woman's fierce attack by tiptoeing on her shoes; her skirt, shorter in the front and longer in the back, did not hinder her movement.

She spun around, took Ruo Keke's hand from behind, and then grasped the handle of the parasol in her arms. Ruo Keke followed her dance-like movements and leaped up, retreating to a safe distance where she wouldn't be drawn into the fight.

Under the moonlight, when the silver-haired girl, who seemed to be dancing, turned around again, the parasol was already back in her hand.

The woman stumbled, enraged by Ludwig's effortless and graceful movements:

"You guys... you just love using these fake, flamboyant gestures to cover up your true nature as man-eating monsters! You're clearly just monsters like me..."

Ludwig slowly opened the parasol and draped it over her shoulder, her clear crimson eyes reflecting the cool moonlight in the darkness beneath.

"People like you really like to say that about us. But through the ups and downs of life, for thousands of years, maintaining elegance has always been a lady's duty."

She raised her hand and tossed the parasol into the air. The canopy spun in the air, like a giant dandelion flower, and slowly fell.

"The power of eternity itself is not ugly; what is ugly is the weak who cannot control it."

As the girl spoke, a slender sword appeared in her hand without her noticing.

That was a Western sword hidden inside the openwork handle of a parasol.

The parasol spinning in the night sky is like a silver-haired girl wielding a rapier and dancing in a whirlwind.

Murderous intent is hidden within elegance and splendor.

The girl raised her slender arm, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.

"And the power of eternity itself is not frightening. What is frightening is the person who controls it freely."

She parted her lips slightly and tapped her fingertips together.

"Time, stand still for this moment."

Snapped!

From a distant place, the sound of gears turning in a mechanical clock could be heard.

It was elusive and intangible, yet clearly audible to the girl's ears.

At this moment, she seemed to be able to touch the laws of that world—

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, ding!

brake!

...

...

...

In the woman's eyes, the girl in front of her had only snapped her fingers and then disappeared without a trace.

The next second, she appeared behind the woman.

The woman tried to yell at her angrily, but she couldn't make a sound.

"ended."

The silver-haired girl brandished her slender sword, and the filthy blood on it spilled onto the ground.

She caught the falling umbrella without even looking at it, and with a quick turn, the umbrella-sword was back in its hilt.

Like an impromptu, beautiful waltz, the final note was played as the girl's high heels touched the ground.

...

"what..."

"I can't feel my body anymore."

"But...I feel so relieved...I'm finally...not hungry anymore..."

The woman's voice was barely audible, because her vocal cords had been almost severed. Only through the supernatural power of the vampires could she barely speak, as if in a final burst of energy.

Thick, foul blood kept oozing from her throat. This was a fatal wound for vampires; once decapitated, they could no longer control their bodies to heal themselves.

She struggled, using her barely functional hands to tightly grasp the glass bottle that Ruo Keke handed her.

"..."

"Darling, I'm sorry."

The woman looked at the glass bottle and murmured.

Then, her dazed eyes turned to Ludwig.

"...Miss."

"Go ahead and say it," Ludwig smiled at her.

"My child...he..."

Ludwig knelt down and took her hand, ignoring the bloodstains on her skirt and hands.

“Your husband has made all the arrangements.”

The relieved smile on the woman's face was forever frozen in time.

...

As the woman breathed her last, her body rapidly petrified, turning into powder that scattered in the wind.

The bloodstains on Ludwig's dress and skin became the only traces of her remaining in this world. Soon, they would disappear with washing.

The reason why vampires disappear without a trace after death is unknown.

Perhaps this is the price of power.

It is said that this is because vampires die the moment they become vampires; only the dark power within them maintains their physical form.

Therefore, the moment these dark forces dissipate, the vampires will be reduced to ashes.

But what is the basis for this?

The silver-haired girl under the parasol gave a soft, bitter smile.

"Seeing all aspects of life, traversing a hundred years of fleeting existence."

"May this body never perish, for only the vampire race is eternal."

Ludwig shook it, unscrewed the glass bottle, and drank the stale blood in one gulp.

...

"hiss..."

"It's really tough."

Chapter 9 Unfriendly Netizens

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"Gudu, Gudu, Gudu——"

"Ha! That's awesome!"

The young man sat on a park bench with his legs crossed, and drank half of a freshly opened can of Ramune soda in one gulp.

He held a soda in one hand and swiped his phone screen with the other. The first thing that caught his eye was a message from "Xilulu".

"Hey Lion, wanna team up today?"

The young man's online name was "Yin Yang Lion." Ever since he met this online friend, it's like he's gained a little sister. Whenever she doesn't know how to play a game, she pesters him, this "expert," to teach her. The two have only known each other for a few years, but they're already very close friends who often bicker.

"No, I'll take a break today and not play anymore. I'm going to play outside."

The young man declined her invitation, and she quickly responded with a funny face.

"Is that fat, popular guy going on a date with his girlfriend?"

The young man typed the next line: "What kind of talk is that? I'm not a 'normie,' and I'm not a fat otaku either! You're the one who should be concerned about your figure—"

Then, Hilulu's profile picture switched to "busy" mode, clearly indicating that she had gone off to play games again and didn't see the young man's little complaint.

The young man sighed and switched to a video website to watch videos.

Without a doubt, his relationship with this girl, whose online name is Xilulu, is more like that of two friends who share common interests. She is his close friend and his male best friend.

When you and a friend of the opposite sex share a lot of common interests, this carefree and close relationship makes it difficult for either of you to develop any ulterior motives towards the other...

In his words, Hilulu is someone who's bad at games but loves to play. Although she does have games she's good at, she usually gets bored with them and switches to another game to embarrass herself in front of her fans.

The young man sighed, realizing he had long regretted encouraging her to become a virtual streamer, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

He casually mentioned this profession to her a year or two ago, and within half a month, she enthusiastically and quickly made her debut.

Her sleep schedule is severely disrupted, and she often falls asleep during live streams. Although this has inadvertently made her a top-rated live streamer, the young man can't help but worry about her health.

But in reality, the young man's worries were completely unnecessary. He had no idea that the "vampire Hilulu" on the other side of the screen was indeed a vampire, an immortal creature capable of maintaining a perfect figure forever...

In no time, the young man finished his soda.

"That's the end of our break. Let's go, Reinhardt."

He casually tossed the glass bottle aside, and it changed its trajectory and speed in the air, as if influenced by some mysterious magic, landing precisely in the soda recycling bin next to the vending machine, so accurately that it didn't even make a sound of glass colliding.

Music was still playing in the young man's headphones, but a calm and youthful androgynous voice rang out in his mind, clear and distinct, without affecting the young man's thinking in the slightest.

"Master, where is our target this time?"

"A warehouse in the suburbs. It had been abandoned for a long time and no one had paid any attention to it. It was only recently bought to store goods."

The young man answered.

"How did you determine that?"

The young man chuckled: "Ha, they can use money to shut others up, but they can't shut me, Yin Shang. The fact that all the relevant personnel are turning a blind eye to what's going on there is already very suspicious."

The young man named Yin Shang patted the "long stick" wrapped in a canvas bag that he was carrying on his back.

"Bear with it for now, Reinhardt. Help me finish this task, and then I'll take you out for a big meal."

"Master, you really underestimate me. How could there be a creature in the world that would faint from hunger if it missed a meal?"

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