Aldric looked at Lyriana.
"I wonder what he meant by 'clean up.'"
Lyriana looked at Aldric before moving her eyes toward the mess left behind by their fight.
Aldric noticed where she was looking.
He turned around and saw the bloodstained hallway and the damage caused by the fight.
"Oh, so that's what he meant," he said.
Lyriana began walking past Aldric while releasing her Mana.
She raised her hand and used blood magic to gather all the blood staining the hallway.
The blood slowly lifted from the floor, walls, and surrounding area, gathering together into a large ball of red liquid that floated above her.
Aldric watched her for a moment.
"Are you really going to clean up? I think we should probably just leave. There are servants who will probably clean it up."
Lyriana glanced at him.
"You are free to leave if you want."
"What? I'm not leaving without you."
"Then help me with the cleanup."
---
The scene changed.
Draven was walking down the hallway, holding his bow in his right hand while his left hand remained in his pocket.
He yawned.
*Damn, I'm so tired because of those fucking bastards that came out of nowhere.*
He glanced down at himself.
*Now I'm all covered in bloodstains. I need to wash up.*
He turned toward a door in the hallway, opened it, and walked inside.
*But before that, I need to get some things to eat.*
Draven suddenly stopped.
He stood there, staring at three maids in the kitchen.
Their bodies were covered in blood, and their hands were stained red as well.
The maids noticed him.
"Young Master."
Draven looked at them without any emotion on his face.
"One of you to bring my food to my room."
The maids bowed their heads.
"Of course, Young Master. I'll have it brought to you shortly."
Draven turned around and walked away.
The door closed behind him.
*I wonder what kind of cultures those were.*
*They might even be human beings in there, since they love human blood so much. Freaks.*
He shrugged internally.
*But I guess it's fair. They're serving blood at a party filled with vampires.*
---
The scene changed again.
Draven had finished taking a bath.
He was now in his room when a knock came from the door.
A female voice came from the other side.
"Young Master, I have your meal. Please allow me to bring it to you."
"Come in."
"Thank you for permitting me, Young Master. Your meal is here."
The maid entered and placed the food on the table.
"Put it on the table."
She finished setting down the meal and stepped back.
"Young Master, I'm going to be taking my leave. Please let me know if there is anything else you require."
She bowed before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
Draven walked toward the table and sat down.
"Damn, I'm finally gonna eat."
He immediately began eating.
After a while, the meal was finished.
Draven eventually lay down on his bed.
Before long, he fell asleep.
THE NEXT MORNING
Draven slowly opened his eyes.
He got up from his bed and walked into the bathroom.
After finishing his business, he scratched his head as he walked out.
*I gotta take my bath, but I need someone to prepare it.*
He started walking toward the door of his room.
*I could just do it myself, but why would I when I can just ask one of the housemaids?*
Still scratching his head, Draven opened the door.
*Since I'm a prince, I think it's about time to have a personal maid who can do the shit I'm too lazy to do.*
He paused for a moment.
*I should probably pick one of the housemaids. Maybe that one with black hair and small boobs.*
*I wonder what was her name was again.*
Draven suddenly stopped.
Lyriana was standing directly outside his door.
She hadn't moved.
Draven stared at her.
Huh?
*What the hell is she doing here?*
His crimson eyes began to glow.
"Bitch, I thought I told you to get the fuck out of my house."
His voice turned cold.
"So what the hell are you still doing here?"
He stared at her for another moment.
"I guess I don't mind killing you if you really want to die that badly."
Draven suddenly moved.
For a moment, it looked as though he had disappeared.
In the next instant, he reappeared directly in front of Lyriana, swinging his fist toward her face.
"Your Highness, I was sent by your mother, Queen Elliana!"
Draven's fist stopped just inches from Lyriana's face.
He stared at her.
"My mom sent you?"
Lyriana remained completely still.
"Yes. I have been appointed as your personal maid. From this moment on, I shall be at your service day and night."
Draven continued staring at her, his face completely devoid of emotion.
*When I was just thinking about getting a personal maid, one came knocking on my door coincidence huh.*
But outwardly, he said,
"Hey, girly, I don't know if what you're saying is true or not."
His voice became cold.
"But if I find out you're lying, it won't end well."
He lowered his fist.
"Okay well, I get that you're here to become my personal maid."
Draven suddenly turned his head toward the side of the door.
"But what the hell is this bastard here for?"
Lyriana followed his gaze.
Aldric was standing beside the door.
"Your Highness, I'm also here—"
"Hey, dude."
Draven cut him off.
"If you're also here to be a personal maid or whatever, you can just leave."
He looked at Aldric with a completely serious expression.
"I'm not interested in having a dude following me around."
Draven then turned toward Lyriana.
"But you can stay."