Demonic Lycan's Royal Consort

Chapter 14: 79

In the study room, Stelian faced the king. Solemness painted on his face, vaguely had already an inkling of what matters he wanted to talk with him.

"Sit down." The king motioned to the chair across him. Stelian did as ordered, slowly sitting down. His complexion had been imperceptibly tense, waiting for the king's next words.

"How is the investigation in the human world?" His eyes weren't on Stelian, but at the rows of words on the document in front of him. He was still taking care of the affairs of the vampire race, doing his responsibility as a capable monarch.

Stelian was silent for a moment, his brain worked fast to organize his words. Even he was still guessing the king's intention.

"If Your Majesty is asking about Irene, her state when I first found her ... she wasn't good." He paused, considering his next words. "Her emotions seemed to be unstable and she was in a state of violence."

He hesitated whether to explain further or not. Only in front of the king that he would have this expression, his lips slightly pursed, the right hand subconsciously forming a fist before loosening again.

At that time, Irene was on the verge of smashing someone's head, and her power when she was in a state of rage wasn't something that could be underestimated. He was caught off guard at that time, however, purplish bruises were visible on his arm from warding off her attack. Generally, such bruises were quick to heal, but his bruise actually stayed on his arm for a few days.

"You can speak." The king lifted his head, the quill fell beside his document, and his eyes were looking straight at Stelian.

"There seemed to be something wrong with the color of her blood. It shouldn't be red." Stelian continued. It was only his conjecture. Even if Irene wasn't as strong as royal princes, for her strength, red blood was too strange.

"What happened when you found her?" King Darien asked, making surprise visible on Stelian's face; eyes imperceptibly widened and he sucked in a breath. He didn't guess wrongly; the king truly wanted to know more about Irene's matter.

"She was clutching a human's neck." He attempted not to make the description too bloody. "Her right fist was about to smash his head. There were some scattered corpses around the two of them."

The king didn't respond, triggering temporary doubts in Stelian's hearts. It was also because of the incident he mentioned to the king that Irene seemed to decide they couldn't get along. She seemed to hate this human very much.

"Bring him in."

Stelian's pupils constricted at the deep sound. He stayed on where he was for a few more seconds before he turned and exited the room. In a few minutes, supposedly longer than he should have, he entered the royal study again. A Haggard, seemingly mentally ill man was in his hand, grasped like he was a wild hunted rabbit in the hunter's clutch.

A foolish expression painted the man's face, who had been thrown not so gently by Stelian to the floor. His unfocused eyes filled with confusion, and the dirty hair akin to a bird 's nest, skin as dry as the bark of a tree were the evidence that he hadn't been living comfortably.

After all, he was a prisoner. As long as he was still breathing until his usefulness was outlived, nothing else matters.

"He seemed to be a researcher." Stelian opened his mouth, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

The king stood up, approaching the unsuspecting, foolish man. A small vial appeared in his hand. In a split second, the red content already entered the man's mouth.

Stelian walked closer to them. He clutched the dirty man's cloak, lifting his body slightly from the floor. His expression was unruffled.

Miraculously, the eyes of the brown haired man on his grasp seemed to gradually regain their focus. The thing that the king had given to him was obviously rare as no perfect medicine had been created to cure disabled minds.

"Speak." The harsh voice full of intimidation came out from Stelian's lips.

After the man regained his focus back, he seemed to be confused as to where he was, looking around alertly. Stelian's forceful voice had made him realize that he seemed to be caught in a position disfavorable to him.

"You ungrateful creatures, let go of me this instant." The visible fang in Stelian's mouth when he spoke seemed to have triggered something in the researcher's brain. "You experimental bodies don't have the slightest decency to be grateful."

"Rebelling, rebelling, and rebelling …" the man muttered crazily. "79 is … rebelling."

"She should be killed!" He began to shout, his eyes turned red. There was anger in his voice. "She actually dared to kill her creators! She should be killed! She should be killed!"

Without a doubt, this man was the researcher that Stelian had saved from Irene's clutch--the tiger's mouth.

The shrill voice evoked annoyance, and Stelian's hand subconsciously smacked the man's head. Anyone in the room was well aware of who 'she' was in this man's mouth.

The force behind Stelian's hand stopped the man's voice, and he fell to the floor, clutching the injured head. Blood was pouring like a waterfall. Even though they were vampire races, the man's blood couldn't stir their hungry instinct, instead, it triggered disgust.

The eldest prince stepped back, and the king's eyes narrowed slightly. The two were still watching the transformation happening to the man. The effect of the medicine was short-lived, and at the same time, it didn't immediately take effect. The delay proved that this man had already gone mad beyond saving, and if not because of the precious elixir from the vampire race's treasury, how could he be given the chance to utter his last words?

He had been in a crazy state when he condemned Irene in such a way. Now, his sanity seemed to be slowly returning.

"Bloodsuckers…" The man clutched his dizzy head, inching away from the two of them as soon as he noticed the blood in his hand. "S-stay away--"

When the man's blurry sight slowly returned to focus, his eyes involuntarily fell upon the king, whom he didn't recognize. Then, his gaze shifted to Stelian, and his pupils abruptly constricted.

"You are…" he tried to recall his familiar face amidst the chaotic memory.

From the start to finish, the two members of the royal family didn't utter any words. The expressions which were too similar didn't contain any fluctuation of feelings, which made it hard to guess what they were thinking.

"You saved me last time." The man was a lot calmer as he spoke. Some doubts surfaced in his heart, but he suppressed it.

Stelian faintly guessed why Irene was in so much rage last time. This man was cunning and smart, didn't directly identify that Stelian and the vampire who almost smashed his head didn't belong to the same camp, and even became his benefactor.

"That vampire was killing the humans. She lost control."

It would have been believable if only they hadn't heard what he was spouting in his insane state. Judging from how fast his brain worked, his status seemed not to be low.

"I am your savior?" Stelian asked.

"Yes, Sir. I can repay you for the grace of saving me." The man said graciously. The gentlemanly style would have been more convincing if not for his haggard state which was akin to a beggar.

"How can you repay me?" He went with the flow.

"You can follow me to the human realm." He said after a moment. His eyes flitted to the two vampires in front of him as if gauging their reaction. "I have a lot of things which are beneficial to your race. A crazy vampire attacked me last time because she wanted to rob me of those things. My comrades were sacrificed in the process of protecting the treasures. Rather than falling to the hands of evil, I would rather give it to you, Sir."

The mouth curved into a sneer, and with a cold voice, he said succinctly. "You can stop pretending."

Impatience was clear in his voice. This little human still dared to deceive him with such a little trick. He could dream about escaping to the human realm.

"What do you mean, Sir?" The man put on a confused expression, but the next moment, his broken body moved out of instinct to avoid the incoming dagger.

The dagger moved very slowly, but with the condition of his body, it was still a struggle to avoid the dagger that was only an inch away from his heart. Failure was inescapable. The dagger stuck to his chest, allowing it to become the second little waterfall.

The man gasped from the pain, and if this continued, he'd directly die from blood loss.

"Speak!" Stelian coldly spat out the word.

"W-what do y-you want to k-know…?" His voice had become a little less coherent. He tried to negotiate. "Release! Release… m-me."

"79."

The attempt to negotiate was directly ignored.

Listening to that number, which seemed to have traumatized him greatly, the man hiccupped, letting out a strange sound which sounded like laughter. "79… experimental-l bod-dy…"

"She should have died!" His articulation oddly became much more clear again, as though he had uttered the sentence hundreds of times. He hiccuped again. "Senior Ao p-personally sent … punished her."

"Perfect …" he gasped, fighting for survival, hoping that as soon as he gave them what they wanted, the two vampires would release him. "--fusion … since a b-baby."

However, at this moment, he would never know that the last word had caused his death. Another dagger abruptly struck his head, shattering the skull that blood was splattered all over the floor.

A few more minutes to live longer with a sane mind was robbed off him.