87 [Bonus Chapter] Chapter 87

Vincent looked into the sky. He noticed the castle seemed to have various windows to enter. With a swoosh, his dark purple wings spread out, fluttering before they slammed downwards, sending him shooting upwards sky high.

He enjoyed the frigid wings blasting his fiery face, all pieces of black char peeled from his body. His wings swung again and flapped slowly. Vincent looked down, the castle walls much smaller and bleak, filled with endless snow.

"It would be lovely if it wasn't a dungeon."

[Darling, are you going to skip the set path? Break through the window into an unknown area?]

—|Silvari: 'Why can I smell another thirsty bitch's scent?'

Slowly, he flew towards the large stained glass window. His ears deaf to his women and their worries. He hovered above a small balcony before dropping with a quiet tapping. Vincent checked around, wondering if this was a stupid idea.

"Oh my, is there somebody there?" A soft voice spoke to him.

Her voice was frail, filled with a gentle but noble tone. Since she found him, there was no reason to avoid it. He flicked his wrist, placing Raizel back into his storage. This dungeon monster seemed friendly, and Vincent wanted to avoid unsettling her.

—|Silvari: 'I knew it! My nose is never wrong! That bitch is going to seduce him!'

[Exciting]

His steps were slow, a light tapping melody for the girl. She lived in a seal room, in the upper reaches of the castle. Once upon a time, her dear prince said he would come for her. Now almost a thousand years have passed since she met somebody.

A light room, with cute stuffed animals and pale pink bedding. On the west wall was a thick steel door without windows. To her south was a wide wall with a thick wooden dressing table. Her brush, makeup and enormous mirror covered the wall.

Inside the mirror, a beautiful girl with pale skin and light pink hair was lying in her massive double bed. Fours posts, with soft silky sheets hanging down in a spiral.

Her hair was long and messy, she seemed unable to even stand from the sheer pain in her body. The girl's eyes fluttered, watching the window with excitement and expectation.

In the distant past, an old woman visited their castle and told her parents that she would fall sick on her 19th birthday. She then followed with, the person to cure her would appear in the future. He was an esteemed prince, with beautiful red hair and eyes like passionate flames.

She was then stunned. Her parents put her to death for cursing the princess of a kingdom.

However, upon her 19th birthday, just like the woman said. She felt intense pain in her body, which lasted for an entire week. This caused chaos in her kingdom as her father became sick with worry. His trust in people faded, thinking someone poisoned his beloved daughter.

Ophelia awoke after that week. However, she changed forever. Her once beautiful peach skin became pale and smooth like a porcelain doll. She once owned the most luscious golden locks on her entire continent. Now a pale pink like candy floss, more beautiful but a colour unseen in their kingdom and shunned by the church as the colour of evil.

Another change. She lusted for blood. Not the blood of anyone, however, there was someone out there distant. But she could not see through the thick veil that separated them.

Her parents helped her live using the blood of animals, serving her rare steak. This is how they protected her. Finally, she could live a normal life again, despite the slight prickling sensation of the sun and her powerful body.

Ophelia could live a normal life again. Her parents forgot the old woman's warning once again.

Sadly, the moment she would turn twenty, her intense pain struck once more. Her body changed and became like a monster, with large fangs, clawed hands and bat-like wings from her back.

The night of her birthday, twenty-one males died, torn to shreds and the killer unfound.

Her parents never knew this truth, as Ophelia hid this from her beloved mother and father. She would transform into that horrible form every year. Ophelia would kill the number of years she lived during her gruesome rampage.

Her mother would discover the truth of both the murders and her daughter. This happened on her 25th birthday. She surprised her cute daughter with a marriage proposal from their allied kingdom. The prince was a kind man with blond hair and blue eyes.

Only to find her daughter standing on the balcony, her body almost naked. Two thick arms with claws like steel, despite her beautiful face. Her mouth filled with sharp teeth and two fangs, and glowing crimson eyes.

On that night, Ophelia killed again.

Thus, her mother tied the girl down onto her bed with mythril chains which were found in the basement. Her husband loved his daughter and made the kingdom build a towering wall across from his castle and build an upper layer that was sealed with a thick unbreakable door.

He stated even a troll must not be able to tear it open.

However, Ophelia never blamed her mother and father. She, too, didn't enjoy the gruesome massacres. In fact, only the evil girl inside her. One that enjoyed being naughty that would appear each time she grew one year older.

She accepted the new arrangements, unaware that the evil inside her cast a spell on both her parents. Which would lead their kingdom into ruin, turning them into mindless lich and undead.

Over 10,000 years passed. The world changed after discovering they were mere pawns within a dungeon. A living world for others to slaughter once they matured.

Thus today, another such person entered their cursed dead kingdom. To offer his soul…

Her eyelashes fluttered, wondering what type of person would come today. She would normally watch the fun on the surface of her large mirror, which could see various scenes in this world.

Sadly, nobody ever completed this floor fully. Nobody ever reached her room. Maybe they didn't care to break through the thick steel walls and seals to contain evil.

Once her parents became undead, they couldn't even approach the room because of these wretched seals. Ophelia then forced to spend her days alone, slowly dying of starvation and loneliness.

Like a cute pink rabbit in a cold blizzard.

—|Ophelia: 'Someone finally came!? Is it going to be someone to take my life? If so, I pity them… My birthday is only a few minutes away…'

She watched the small window shift open as a cooling breeze caused her body to shudder. Despite wasting away, her vampiric blood kept her body in perfect shape, the undulating breasts hidden by a thin sheet poking out with their gigantic mass. Her smooth pale thigh hanging from the side of the bed without power.

A manly voice, deep and filled with vigour sounded and caused her eyes to widen. His figure that appeared moments later stopped her time. She wished that her evil self could stay sleeping this year.

Her prince arrived! The old lady never lied to her!

"Sorry to intrude! It was my first time flying and your windows were so beautiful I…."

His words stopped as he looked at the cute girl with pale skin and attractive features. Both lost in each other's gaze, moments passed slowly, the cold icy winds howl their background music. He noticed her room seemed pristine, with several blush roses placed around the room.

He felt it suited this cute girl. Her pale skin and soft pink hair were just like those thorny roses. This made him believe she likely had thorns of her own, being in a dungeon and all.

Vincent gazed at her long pink hair, slightly messy as it twirled into two large rope braids and wavy back fluttering down behind her soft back. She seemed like a genuine princess, unlike the tomboy Felia. he found this girl more delicate and cute, her button like eyes drawing him in.

However, this would never stop him flirted with a girl who wore nothing under a thin sheet. He was a hot-blooded male, after all.

"Hello, my beautiful, blushing rose princess. I am Vincent Schwartz. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

[Darling, are you going to add a vampire to your list of women now? What a rare creature... I thought the gods had wiped them out.]