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Chapter 32 - The Aftermath of Fury

Draven's punch landed squarely on Aldric's face, smashing his head against the ground.

Draven's red eyes glowed as he continued punching.

The vampire girl, still stood in the same spot, holding Draven's bow. Outwardly, she showed no emotion, but inwardly, she was stunned.

*He's fast and strong. Is this really the ability of someone unable to use Mana?*

Aldric's blood splashed across Draven's face, but he didn't stop.

Punch after punch landed.

Soon, there was nothing left but a puddle of blood where Aldric's head was supposed to be inside the crater.

Draven slowly stood up.

His red eyes were still glowing, and blood stained his face.

Once he was fully standing, he looked toward Lyriana and began walking toward her, swinging his hand to wipe some of the blood away.

"Hey, I'm gonna be asking you some questions, and I suggest you answer properly if you don't want to end up like him," he said.

Lyriana stared hard.

She remained standing in the same spot, staring at Draven.

*Damn, what the hell kind of kid is he?*

*He gives me the feeling like he could kill me at any time.*

Draven stopped in front of her.

"First question: who the hell are both of you?" he asked.

"I'm Lyriana Virelia, and he's my brother, Aldric Virelia. We are both High Blood vampires," Lyriana replied.

Draven thought for a moment.

*He's a High Blood vampire? I guess they're not as strong as I thought.*

He turned his head toward Aldric.

Aldric was already standing again, his head completely regenerated.

*Or he's just too weak.*

Draven turned back toward Lyriana.

He stretched out his hand and took his bow from her.

"So, why were you guys looking for me?" he asked.

"We came—"

Lyriana was cut off.

"Never mind," Draven said, already turning away.

"I don't really care anyway."

He started walking away.

"I guess you're in my house right now because of the party, but as soon as it's over—"

Draven suddenly stopped.

He turned his head toward them.

His red eyes glowed.

"Make sure I don't even see both of you here again, unless you want to die."

He turned around and continued walking.

"Keep in mind finding where your heart is? It's not as hard as it seems."

He paused briefly before adding,

"And make sure to clean this up."

Draven walked away.

Lyriana and Aldric remained where they were, both staring in the direction Draven had gone.

Aldric's clothes were covered in bloodstains.

He walked closer to Lyriana and let out a chuckle.

"Damn brat. To think he would be so strong. He caught me off guard, though I didn't even trying."

"So did he," Lyriana said.

Aldric looked at her.

"You mean he held back?"

Lyriana nodded slightly.

Aldric scoffed.

"Even so, if he didn't hold back, it doesn't makes a damn difference. If I really wanted to, everything would've ended quickly."

He glanced in the direction Draven had disappeared.

"But attacking the King's son in the first place was already a mistake, so I just let him do as he pleased."

Lyriana frowned.

"Yeah, you don't think much before doing something stupid. If you want to die, don't drag me with you."

Aldric chuckled.

"Don't be like that. I wasn't going to harm him."

Lyriana looked toward the direction Draven had gone.

*Even if you had attacked him for real, you might've still not been able to harm him much.*

*If I'm not mistaken, his physical ability is as strong as, or even beyond, that of a High Blood.*

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