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Following Bianca's directions, Karl drove his car to the place Bianca had intended. The loud sound that came from the gunshot continued to be heard over and over again without no break, yet she could see that the gunshots themselves were not as numerous as before. The screen in Karl's car no longer showed Stephen's face as before but switched automatically to call mode, and only the same noise was heard from their place, becoming the background sounds of the call. She hated to admit it, but she could not help but feel worried about Stephen. Did something bad happen to that guy? Was the man all right? Was he battling the same monsters that she, Karl, Nora, and Arabella faced last night at one of the Waterford city ports—one of the Laurent family's territories? Was the man seriously injured? Or did the man manage to defeat Schneider's army without any trouble? Various questions flashed through his mind until he could feel that his head was going to explode soon with so many questions h
"What could I do? It could not be helped since this is my first time in this situation," Bianca replied gloomily. "I wonder how Theo felt every time my father sent him to the battlefield or to the war-zone areas of the Pedrosa clan's territory in a conflict-zone country..." Bianca's words just now managed to create a feeling of sadness in her, turning the tension in the car into silence in the blink of an eye. Karl looked gloomy at Bianca's words, and she could take a guess that her boyfriend also knew what a hard life Bianca's older brother--Theodore Pedrosa--had to live before and even after becoming head of the Waterford city branch of the Pedrosa clan. So did Isabella, who knew far more of the details than everyone else in the car, considering that Isabella had spent more time with Theo. In fact, if she could take a conclusion from her impression of Isabella, she felt that Isabella had pointed herself as an older sister to Theo as well as Bianca. From what Bianca often told her a
Wait. What did Erna just say? "Even though my memory has not come back at that time, you showed your true identity as a vampire without feeling worried about whether I will be shocked from knowing it or not." Her eyes widened instantly when she realised Erna's words sounded strange to her. She held Erna's wrist as she tried to hit Bianca again as a way for her to hide the blush on her face that was so obvious--as she could even see it up to the nape of her neck and ears. "Vero, let go of your hand. I am still not satisfied with hitting Bianca," Erna tried to release her grip from her wrist, but she tightened her grip while shaking her head slowly. "Woah. Did you spend your time taking martial arts classes?" Bianca commented while looking at her hand that was gripping Erna's wrist. "Because if that was the case. I really admire you. Your enthusiasm for learning even during your holidays never ceases to amaze me!" "Shut up, okay. I am being serious here right now!" "My bad~ my bad~
Ten minutes had passed since Karl was talking to Stephen and Isabella had left the three of them in Karl's car. The roar of the refrigeration engine in Karl's car was the only sound that accompanied the silence between the three of them. She did not dare to ask Erna any further questions on the grounds that she did not want to make the situation worse, so all she could do for now was observe Bianca who was fast asleep while looking around her surroundings. "Mama Irene ... Bianca wants to apologise for that ... urgh..." This was the third time she had heard Bianca babble in her sleep. The woman's voice was so soft, filled with fear that neither she nor Erna could understand to who Bianca was referring her apology to, so all they could do was observe Bianca. "You know who Bianca was referring to just now?" Erna asked suddenly, diverting her attention for a moment from Bianca to her best friend. "This is the first time I've heard that name," he said, shrugging his shoulders languidly.
Bianca got out of Karl's car and slammed the car door hard without caring whether Erna and Veronica would flinch or not. Her mind was still filled with nightmares that came back to haunt her, with the voice in her mind echoing so many times to the extent that it managed to make her feel like her head was going to explode. ["Is the person you call as Mama Irene your stepmother?"] Her fists clenched tightly, followed by her vampire aura starting to ooze out, moving so uncontrollably that it felt like her whole blood was boiling from it. Vero's question kept ringing in her mind. The question she knew was asked by her best friend was purely out of curiosity and a hint of worry; it meant nothing more than those reasons. But where did her best friend hear that name from? She did not remember telling her about that name. And how did the woman know that the person whom she called Mama Irene was her stepmother? Could it be that she accidentally uttered the name of the cursed woman, who tur
Erna Chen could not stop waiting while suppressing her anxious feelings in the car where she was hiding with her best friend, Veronica Darren, as they were hiding behind the car door without daring to peek out the car window to see what was happening outside the car at the moment. According to Karl Smith's thoughts, Veronica Darren's boyfriend, as well as his girlfriend, Bianca Pedrosa, were coming from William Schneider's troops. The sound of screaming, as well as the clanging sound of sharp weapons (which seemed to be a sword or a spear? She had no clue what it was for sure), was more than enough to make her shiver in fear just by hearing those sounds. All she knew was the fact that she and Veronica were nothing but human beings; no less and no more, and they needed to hide themselves from the enemies. So, only from hearing the screams of pain mixed with anger and also the sound of weapons clashing was not something that she commonly encountered every single day in her life. She
Veronica could not deny the fact that she was completely terrified by what was going on around her right now. Her mind was completely overtaken by negative feelings that she could not describe how it felt, messing with her desire to keep a clear head in a situation like this. GROAARR!! There was a monster's sound that echoed so loudly that it seemed to make the car they were hiding in slight sway due to the loudness of the monster's voice, making her reflexively hug Erna even more tightly. It was enough for her last night when she had to deal with all kinds of monsters at Laurent’s theatre building when she was supposed to enjoy the performance of the theatre itself, who tried to approach her with the same goal: to bring her back to the immortal werewolf man named William Schneider. If she could tell the truth, she actually had no idea the reason why that immortal werewolf man was chasing after her and said it by himself how the immortal werewolf man was attracted to her unusual cha
Erna's words just didn't sound very convincing. It failed to make the fear that enveloped him disappear just like that. Even though her best friend was trying hard to stay calm in their t-shirt situation like now, her eyes managed to catch a hint of anxiety mixed with panic in Erna.Yes, of course, Erna panicked, she mumbled to herself as she tried her best to suppress her fear. There was no way Erna, who was also an ordinary human just like her and did not seem to be as frightened as she was right now. In fact, it would be too scary if Erna could keep a cool head in a situation that ordinary humans like them would never go through. Or respond to everything that is happening right now with a big smile etched on his face as if nothing happened.No, no, no, he mumbled again quickly in his heart as his mind began to imagine the figure of his friend who was always curtly smiling broadly. The only thing Erna ever did apart from putting on a curt face or acting cool was just a small smile,