On top of a towering steep hill, surrounded by a black iron fence, stands a giant, majestic structure built of dark red granite.
That's the Baslo Moore Mansion. A place that hides countless rooms, treasures, and secrets. Many people wanted to know, but no one dared to approach it, because they were too afraid of its owner.
But today, the locked gates of Baslo Moore Mansion were about to open for the first time.
“Sweep, clean every corner.”
Chellos, with a still pale face, commanded in a neatly tailored military uniform. Even though his legs were a bit limp, his attitude in supervising the cleaning was still extremely determined.
"Guests are coming. I do not accept even a speck of dust in front of them."
Among the rows of ornamental trees covered by the dim morning mist, Yan Luis hangs on a tree branch like a white cloud. He looked down with sleepy eyes, then shivered.
"Hate. Clean up."
Yan Luis hurriedly left, causing dew to fall from the tree branches
split
one hour. Right under the shade of the tree, Pessus was leaning against the tree trunk and suddenly caught a drop of dew. He furrowed his sharp eyebrows.
“Tsk.”
Pessus clicked his tongue and stood up. As he was about to leave, he suddenly felt someone's gaze and turned back.
Through the window, from quite a distance, the two people's eyes met. She wondered if he would let it go and move on, but Pessus paused for a moment. And surprisingly, he nodded slightly and walked away.
‘Oh.’
The emotion only lasted for a moment. Just then, an ominous call rang out behind her.
“You're already down here, Irel.”
Without turning around, she knew who it was. The owner of the dangerous voice, who pronounced the 'R' in her name like a snarling feline beast.
“Varkan.”
She turned her head and saw a tall man with a deadly seductive face. His face was too prominent and gorgeous to see in the early morning, making her corneas ache. Even the fact that he had just finished washing his face and draped the towel over his broad shoulders exuded a sense of vitality.
“It looks like you're ready to welcome guests.”
He wiped away the drops of water on his firm cheeks, then glanced from top to bottom of Irel's outfit. This look seemed to be sticking to her, so Irel tried to change the subject.
“Where did he go early in the morning?”
“Um.”
Varkan smirked meaningfully. While she was still confused because she didn't understand the meaning of that smile, his angular lips moved slightly.
“Just a little bit of the aftermath of yesterday.”
“Ah, I see.”
She almost forgot. Người đàn ông tươi tắn trước mặt cô là một kẻ điên cuồng phóng hỏa, người đã đốt trụi cả một tòa nhà ngày hôm qua.
“That woman… is dead?”
Irel asked hesitantly. Varkan slowly lowered his eyes and put his finger to his lips.
"Shh, don't talk about blood and gore. On a beautiful day like this."
…Looks like she met a bloody end. Irel turned pale as she remembered Regis's last pitiful scream that she had heard.
‘Probably dead, maybe?’
Varkan is the one who crawled up from the depths of hell. Therefore, he understands the law of survival better than anyone.
The moment you show weakness, a knife will stab straight into your back. That was the rule of the world Varkan lived in.
Therefore, he never lets those who challenge him survive. He also did not let them die properly. Tất cả là để tạo ra một ‘tấm gương tốt’ cho những kẻ thách thức ngạo mạn đang sáng mắt chờ đến lượt mình tiếp theo.
“I'm so glad you're back, my love.”
Who will be the next victim? His eyes smiled like a snake that had drunk enough blood, so scary. Thinking that Regis had died at that hand, she felt relieved but also a little suspicious.
‘I still have something I want to hear from her.’
Regis called her his sister. She also said something meaningful that it was like they had the same mother.
Of course, this does not refer to Louisa Ellorance. Irel remembered her mother's gentle, weak face, then shook her head.
‘She even said Masaka was no different from her.’
Hoàn toàn có thể coi đó là lời nói vớ vẩn của một con quái vật hút máu, nhưng tại sao… những lời Regis nói lại như những cái gai, cứ đâm vào cô.
"You're so beautiful. Today."
Irel was deep in thought when he was startled by the caressing touch on his cheek. She raised her head and saw his wet, red lips moving slightly.
“You look a bit stressed. Why?”
“Ah, that is…”
She couldn't answer that,
Because he's too close
. If so, Varkan with his twisted personality will enjoy it even more.
She saw a drop of water rolling down his muscular chest, which was exposed through the open collar of his shirt. Irel quickly turned away, not daring to look at the water flowing down her toned abs. And she said at the same time.
“It's because my parents are coming, so I'm a bit nervous.”
This is a hastily thought out excuse but not a bad one. As usual when talking about family matters, Varkan smiled strangely like a cat about to hunt.
“They definitely learned something through this.”
Just like what he said. What awaited her family, who woke up too late, was the shocking news that Irel had been kidnapped. It was also caused by Regis himself—the man they hired—to do it.
Ellorance's family was extremely shocked when they heard this news. Hành động tưởng chừng là cứu Irel của họ lại vô tình đẩy cô vào vòng nguy hiểm.
‘How dare you touch my daughter!’
Calver, the Earl of the Borderlands and a martial general, was furious. He mobilized soldiers in the mansion to search for Irel. But among the soldiers pursuing a non-human creature, not a single one returned alive.
Calver and Michael suddenly had to clean up the corpses of their subordinates, their faces pale. Perhaps Irel, captured by Regis, also ended up in a similar situation. If that happened… would they be able to forgive themselves?
Are not. Definitely not.
The cruel Varkan observed their despair and fear with amusement. He tracked Irel's location in real time and reported back to her family honestly.
Irel's kidnapper is 'Vlad'! Hearing this news, her family truly felt their blood freeze. They were going crazy with fear, worried that their interference and mistakes would cause something to happen to their precious youngest daughter.
At this point, they have no choice left. They are no fools, and quickly realize who is the only one who can save Irel.
‘Please, please save my sister.’
Michael, who received orders from his parents, forced himself to bow to the ground, something he was unable to do. He begged and pleaded at Varkan's feet over and over again.
‘If Irel can return safely, then…’
“Okay.”
Varkan, who had kept silent until that moment, finally broke his patience and laughed.
“May your family keep their promise.”
He really wanted that. In the name of being the bride's family, he hoped that the Ellorance family would not need to receive another 'example'.
In short, he didn't need to do that. Ellorance's family did not dare to bet or deceive him. Because on their scale, there is no weight that can compare with Irel's life.
Just looking at the requests to visit immediately upon hearing the news of Irel's rescue is enough to understand. They will not rest assured until they see with their own eyes that Irel is safe and sound.
So, be generous in bringing Irel out to meet them. Furthermore, it must be in the healthiest, most beautiful and radiant state.
Upon seeing this, the Ellorance family will finally realize. Their former mediocre power and half-hearted strength would never be able to protect her.
“Hmm.”
Varkan, who had completed all the calculations in an instant, hid the cold smile that escaped slightly. And he looked at his beautiful booty.
Irel in her flowing, ruffled dress, with the sleeves and hem dyed pale purple, and with a hint of lipstick on her lips, looked like a bouquet of fresh hydrangeas. That alone is enough to brighten up the space, but it's not enough. If you want to show off, you have to do it thoroughly.
“Why, why is he looking at you like that?”
Irel tends to fidget if his gaze lingers a little longer. Varkan enjoyed that, opening his mouth with a bright smile.
"Nothing. You're beautiful enough, but... I feel sorry."
"What a pity? Is something wrong?"
Irel looked around worriedly and asked. Varkan is a cruel man, but his aesthetic sense is excellent. The suits he wears every day are all high-class, and every accessory from handkerchiefs, watches, cufflinks to shoes are changed to match his daily outfit.
Remembering that, Irel looked at him as if looking for advice, and Varkan's eyes curved gently.
"What a mistake. There's nothing better than a piece of jewelry to complete a dress."
He held out his hand in front of Irel as if performing magic, then suddenly opened his palm. From inside, a necklace so lavish that it made her eyes widen appeared
jingle
, radiating beautiful light.
“Wow!”
An exclamation naturally burst from Irel's lips when she saw it.