Chapter 69 Amara

"Something is wrong here."

Azriel muttered, he then walked in, and soon, a fat human woman walked out with a smile on her face. She wore a red gown and a lot of jewellery, she had also applied a lot of makeup and used a lot of perfume.

She was really trying hard to attract men.

"You two look new here, My Lord. What type of woman are you looking for?"

She knew Ithania was a woman, however, she has seen some women who have different 'taste' and since male prostitution houses weren't really popular she assumed Ithania was here for a woman as well.

"Are you the boss here?" however, instead of answering her question, Azriel questioned back.

The fat woman was taken aback by this question, however, soon, her smile widened and she bowed,

"Yes, My Lord. This poor lady is indeed the boss of this place."

A frown appeared on Azriel's face.

They were pretty much done with their mission.

He can go a little wild, right?

His icy blue eyes turned red as he glanced at the fat woman and questioned.

[Are you the real boss here?]

The woman's eyes turned expressionless, and then, she answered in a bland tone,

"No, I am not."

She answered and as soon as she did, a black figure launched itself towards Azriel and stabbed a dagger into his heart.

Or so it wanted to, however, Ithania grabbed the figure's hand before the dagger could pierce Azriel's heart and turned towards Azriel.

"Why didn't you stop her?" She questioned.

"Heh. I thought I will give you a chance to shine and show your actual powers." Azriel chuckled.

Ithania then turned towards a dark hall and smiled,

"So you are telling me to fight all of them alone?"

"Heeh? Don't tell me you are scared."

"Heh. They are all mortals, why would I be scared?"

A white coloured sword appeared in her hand as she pointed it towards 11 beings wearing black clothes and were ready to attack them.

As for the one she caught, well, she threw her towards the other 11 beings, it was not like they were much of a threat.

Azriel looked at everything with interest clear in his eyes.

"Stop. Lower your weapons."

However, before the fight could start, a voice was heard and all 12 beings lowered their weapons.

Then, a figure walked out of the dark hall, she wore black clothes as well, however, unlike others who wore more skintight clothes, hers was a gown that was not made for fighting.

She had black hair that matches her dress, brown eyes, pale skin, and a beautiful face. She walked elegantly and there was a strict expression on her face, it was as if she was leading people for a long time now.

Then, she glanced at Ithania at frowned,

"Those blue eyes and blue hairs… Are you…

36's daughter?" She muttered.

Ithania's eyes widened in surprise, her mind moved quickly and searched through all her memories, and soon, an excited smile appeared on her face as she exclaimed,

"Are you Aunt 48!?"

Ithania has been brought up in this Prostitution house. Naturally, she knows some women here and since her mother, 36, was a friendly woman, she was close to many women here as well.

However, after her mother's death and everything that happened afterwards, she did not have any time to come here and meet all the sisters here.

She was busy surviving, she didn't have time to go meet others, soon, her childhood memories faded away and she forgot about her aunts and sisters.

Of course, that does not mean she completely forgot about them.

She remembers a few women, and one of them was 48, the woman who was her mother's best friend.

She was someone who treated her like her own daughter.

How could she not be excited about meeting her!?

"I am not 48 anymore, girl, my name is Amara now."

Amara replied as she squinted her eyes.

She was no Slave number 48, she was Amara, a free individual.

"Heh. Aunt Amara, that sounds much better." Ithania smiled.

Then, a small smile appeared on Amara's face as she muttered,

"You have grown a lot, Seventy Fo-."

"Ithania Sky," Ithania interrupted.

"Hm?"

"I am not 74, Aunt Amara, my name is Ithania Sky."

Amara's smile widened as she corrected herself.

"You have grown a lot, Ithania."

The tense atmosphere calmed down, the 12 vampires, who were prepared to fight to death now walked towards Ithania and Azriel, however, there were no weapons in their hands, showing that they were harmless.

Not that they can do anything against Ithania and Azriel.

They were not even cultivators.

"So? Who is this man?" Amara questioned as she narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

Why was Ithania together with a human?

And by how they were talking to each other, they looked close to each other as well.

Did Ithania sell herself to a human?

Or was this human forcing her?

"I am Azriel Ruinous." Before Ithania could introduce him, Azriel stepped forward.

His skin then turned paler and his eyes turned blood red.

He turned back into his real appearance and Amara's eyes widened in surprise.

"Y-You are a vampire…"

"Correction, I am a True Vampire."

Azriel corrected.

Amara frowned.

What was this boy talking about?

What is a True Vampire?

Ithania just shook her head and sighed,

"Aunt Amara, he is Azriel, my friend. And yes, he is a vampire as well, though a freak should be a better word if you want to describe him."

"A freak?"

"Ugghh… nothing, just forget I said that," Ithania muttered.

"So? Ithania, what are you here for? Did you finally remember us poor aunts you have left alone for so long?" Amara teased.

"I am here to pay respect to my mother," Ithania answered.

Then, a sad look appeared on Amara's face before she smiled,

"Follow me."

Amara, Azriel, Ithania and 3 other women then walked towards the back of the building, there, Ithania saw a grave.

'A proud and Strong woman,'

Yes, there was no name, Amara did not want to write a Slave number as a name, which Ithania appreciated.

Amara was then about to fall on her knees to pay respect to the dead, however, Ithania grabbed her shoulder.

"We are Vampires, Aunt Amara. We shouldn't follow human customs,"

Amara frowned but then she nodded.

Although she doesn't know what Ithania was talking about, she knew the girl wouldn't joke about something so serious.

Then, Ithania placed her right hand on her chest, curled her fist and bowed her head.

Behind her, Azriel was doing the same action as well.

Yes, he was bowing his head.

That was how much he valued his friendship with Ithania.

Amara and the other 3 women frowned, however, they then copied Ithania's actions and bowed their heads as well.

"Alright, that is enough"

3 minutes later, Ithania muttered.

Others raised their heads as well and then, Amara questioned.

"What was that, Ithania?"

"That is how the Vampires pay respect to the dead, Aunt Amara," Ithania answered.

"Huh?" Amara however, frowned even more.

"Things have changed, Aunt Amara and they will continue changing more and more. I will tell you everything soon, however, I want to know something else first.

Why did that woman say that she was not the real boss of the prostitution house?

Who are those vampires who were about to attack us?

Why are they following your orders?"

Ithania shot a series of questions, however, instead of answering, Amara turned her head towards Azriel and questioned back.

"I will answer every single one of your questions honestly, however, before that, I need to know how you realized that something was wrong with the prostitution house.

And how did you make Edrea say the truth?"

Ithania then turned towards Azriel. She was curious to know how he knew something was wrong in this place as well.

"Well, it wasn't really that hard, in these past 2 weeks, I have visited a lot of prostitution houses, most of the vampires there are either afraid, sad or someone who has already given up on life.

However, the vampires here are different.

I did not sense any fear or sadness at all.

That is how I knew something was wrong here."

Then, Azriel turned toward Amara and answered,

"As for how I got the answer, I believe Ithania can answer that question better than me. Just know that there are still a lot of things that you don't know."

He was not good at talking to begin with.

It was a bookworm's work, so let the bookworm do it.

Amara then turned her head towards Ithania, waiting for the answer,

"I will answer after you answer all my questions," Ithania muttered.

Amara chuckled,

"You truly have grown a lot, Ithania."

Ithania smiled but didn't say anything.

Amara sighed, she then started recounting what happened after Ithania left,

"After you left, your mother died fighting the men who were chasing after both of you, then,"