He must do everything he can to get her out of the inn before things get worse. Judging by the roughness and madness of the hastily written handwriting on the paper, it was better for both of them to run away as far away as possible.
Yan Louis reminded himself of his duty, reaching out his hand. He tried to explain the situation to Irel, who was looking at him with surprised eyes.
“The thing is, you know me, right?”
"Yes?"
“You met me last time. Right?”
However, Lord Hashbar is always fair: He gave Yan Louis a rare ability, in return deprived him of his ability to speak.
Thanks to that, Irel was extremely confused by his invitation, which sounded like a modern night bar marketer.
"Follow me. We, have to go."
"Where are we going? Do we have to get out of this room? Right now?"
Irel stammered and asked again, awkwardly standing up. She still didn't know Varkan was planning to turn this inn into ashes. Therefore, she wasn't sure whether stepping out into the hallway, filled with Ryu Cheong's minions, was a wise plan or not.
‘Does he have any plans?’
From the fact that he suddenly appeared through the wall, to the fact that he used a small table to fuck Ryu Cheong. According to Irel, Yan Louis's actions were not planned at all.
Of course, Yan Louis still has his own plans. He just couldn't express it coherently.
“Take my hand, first.”
…In the end, why did he suddenly want to hold her hand?
Irel decided to give up trying to understand the white man in front of her. Even though she was in a situation where she was being dragged around due to her weakness, living passively, unable to do anything, was not her style.
So, she decided to judge and act on her own.
"It's certain that we have to go out, right? Then let's go."
Irel passed Yan Louis without even taking his outstretched hand. If he wants to follow, just follow.
Twisting open the tightly closed door and stepping out into the hallway, the first thing that hit Irel was the acrid smoke.
“Cough, cough!”
What's going on? Coughing, Irel waved her hand to try to see more clearly. The hallway was filled with smoke, but it seemed like the fire hadn't really broken out yet.
Her eyes stung from the smoke. She blinked reflexively, squeezing out a tear, and as her vision cleared, she caught a glimpse of the number '3' written on it.
‘This is probably the 3rd floor.’
Then we have to go down to escape. Irel hurriedly ran to the stairs at the end of the hallway. But the door that appeared to be the emergency exit was locked and couldn't be opened.
“Damn it.”
Where is the exit? Just as Irel was frowning and looking around, a white, almost pale finger suddenly stuck out from the side and pointed in a direction.
“Over there, outside.”
"Yes, thank you."
Although the conversation was very short, Irel immediately realized: The longer she talked to Yan Louis, the more miserable she felt.
She didn't say another word and walked straight in the direction Yan Louis pointed. After turning the corner of the large hallway like a watchtower, fortunately, a descending staircase appeared.
Normally, there will always be someone guarding. But not now. No one would be foolish enough to risk their lives standing guard over an anonymous prisoner, when the fire that burned the whole place could break out at any time.
“Great. I can go out now.”
After making sure there was no one around, Irel cheered softly in her heart, her eyes shining with excitement. She walked quickly, her legs felt light as if she wanted to escape this temporary prison as soon as possible. With each hurried step down the stairs, there was still a lingering feeling of liberation.
However, when she had only gone about one and a half floors, she suddenly stopped. Every single hair on the back of his neck stood up, because a cold voice like night dew rang out from behind.
"Stop."
That voice was strange, echoing not in my ears but as if it were resounding directly in my mind. Even though her whole body was frozen and unable to turn her head, Irel still recognized it immediately. It was the woman who had put drugs in her wine the day before.
“Vlad… right?”
Irel's face turned pale as Ryu Cheong's memories and warnings suddenly rushed back. But before she could react, Regis - who had just successfully used his binding ability - came closer and grabbed her arm tightly.
“Don't move.”
Regis was extremely cautious. She failed once, and this time, she won't allow herself to make any more mistakes. This place is no different from the enemy's heart. Even though she sneaked in thanks to the chaotic situation, if she had to confront Varkan or Ryu Cheong directly, she would definitely be in mortal danger.
“I have to finish quickly.”
Just as Regis clenched his fists, about to take action, a shouting voice interrupted him.
"Let go of her hand! You big brat!"
Yan Louis, who had always hidden himself in case of danger, suddenly rushed out to block Irel. Even though he had no fighting ability, he still stood there, his eyes burning with anger. The courage of a weak person to dare to confront the strong is admirable, but to Regis, he was like a mosquito that dared to buzz in front of a wild animal.
A mosquito is slightly white and transparent, and extremely weak.
Boom ―!!
Regis, covering his hands with a blood-red aura, pushed Yan Louis into the wall in the blink of an eye. Since Vlad's ability did not work well against Masaka, she willingly chose hand-to-hand combat.
“Cough…!!”
Yan Louis groaned, collapsing to the floor after the violent impact throughout his body. Irel looked at Yan Louis, weak as a daisy, with pitying eyes, but with her frozen body, she couldn't do anything.
Meanwhile, Regis is also extremely impatient. She had to finish everything before Varkan or Ryu Cheong arrived. Therefore, her next action was without hesitation.
Regis's fiery red eyes revealed fangs, and she gripped Irel's arm tightly. Then, she bit hard on the inside of her wrist, where the pale blood vessels were.
“Huff…!!”
Irel winced from the pain of the piercing fang. She tried to pull away, but her arms were as stiff as if they were bound by steel chains, not moving.
Meanwhile, Regis closed her eyes and greedily sucked blood from her arm. With each gulp, her leaden-white face turned peachy, her stiff muscles became softer, and an ecstatic expression appeared.
“Ah, the perfect blood.”
Regis, having drunk enough blood in a moment, licked his lips and raised his head. Then, she lightly kissed Irel's cheek with a satisfied expression.
"How adorable. It's such a pity to have to hand it over to someone like Masaka."
Will you live with me, my beloved? Regis's face when he whispered that sentence was as beautiful and seductive as a beautiful vampire in a classic movie. But her breath had the strong scent of warm blood.
“You… Why did you do that to me?”
Irel asked with lips that had difficulty moving. Regis smirked and left a meaningful sentence.
“Because we have the same mother. Dear sister.”
…What? What do all these words mean? Irel waited for an explanation, but Regis was not a person with such a friendly personality.
“First of all, let's eliminate this person who is in the way.”
After drinking the blood, Regis was full of life. She mercilessly kicked Yan Louis in the head, who was groaning and unable to get up from the floor. Yan Louis hit his head against the wall and lost consciousness immediately.
“What are you doing?!”
Irel was horrified, his pale face staring at Regis. But Regis calmly crossed his arms and gave orders.
― Follow me.
Even though her eyes were spinning, her feet still automatically began to follow Regis. To avoid the attention of others, she headed towards the emergency exit stairs on the edge instead of the central stairs.
‘That place is locked.’
Irel briefly had hope, but those were just useless expectations. Regis, who is not human, only needs to grasp the locked door lock tightly to break it.
― Come inside.
The stairs were locked, of course there was no one there. Therefore, both of them could get down to the 1st floor without meeting anyone.
Creak.
When the door leading to the hallway opened, black smoke billowed out, and screams and the sound of objects collapsing were heard everywhere. Fire burned everywhere, bringing hot steam to her face, making her feel hot.
"It seems your lover has caused a big fight. You are so happy to be loved."
Regis coldly scoffed as he glanced at the inn that had turned into a fiery hell. Then, she led Irel towards the next door, where the fire had not yet reached much.
Being dragged away, Irel still desperately looked for Varkan. He was definitely around here somewhere, but because the building was so big, she felt uneasy because there was no guarantee of meeting him.
‘He must think he is on the 3rd floor.’
Even though the possibility of the two getting lost was higher, Irel still couldn't give up and looked around. At that moment, amidst the thick ash and smoke, an overwhelmingly beautiful and terrifying man appeared like magic from afar, forcing her to pay attention.
‘Varkan…!’
His bright red hair was neatly combed back, his face expressionless. Even though his surroundings had turned into a sea of flames, his suit and leather shoes were still untidy.
His long legs stride calmly, as if walking in an empty garden. But everything he passed caught fire and exploded into pieces, making it recognizable to everyone.
Varkan Ha Masch is extremely angry.
However, that cold, scary man made her extremely happy right now. Irel couldn't wait to call his name, but Regis was faster.
― Shut up.
Immediately, Irel's lips closed tightly. Regis pulled her, acting even more hastily than before, and headed towards the door. She had to get out quickly before Varkan found out.
Luckily, Varkan didn't notice them because of the chaos and screams coming from what he had destroyed. Thanks to that, Regis breathed a sigh of relief as he passed through the door and walked out into the garden.
However, there was one thing she overlooked: The Demon King always moves with his subordinates following him.