“Pfffft—!”

  Burn had to take a deep breath, holding himself from ughing out loud at these s.

  Pathetic!

  Why were there so many patheti in this nd?!

  So he was lusting over the women? The vampire women? The God worshiping vampire women?!

  Burn was shaking as he stood there. “Huhuhuhu…”

  No wonder Vd was so on edge. Now he must’ve realized why his mind trol was useless. The prind his limitless resource was behind it.

  But it also meant that the prinew he rovoking a brainwashing monster. Whether he knew about the women being vampires or not, whether he khat the monster he rovoking was an a vampire or not, Burn wasn’t sure yet.

  It would be even more iing if he didn’t know, Burn thought as he so himself.

  It could be that he thought they were just average demon worshipers, right?

  The otion gradually spread and now the church members started to emerge from the building. From their silhouette, Burn noticed even the women also came out from their rooms.

  Oh, one might question how Burn, with his tall build and formidable aura, mao stand amidst the chaos unnoticed. He, as mentioned, was in his disguise; he employed his Force art to ceal his true identity.

  However, he observed a peculiar detail: while the mob and the knights remained oblivious to his presence, many members of the vampire church seemed to see right through his illusion.

  So at least 70% of the group would be able to subdue the entire mob and the knights almost instantaneously if push came to shove.

  church members, even with their faces obscured by veils, Burn uood why it was Vd who typically hahese situations. The other vampires’ readiness suggested they were on the brink of attack.

  Even if the knights only dropped one single pin to the ground, the silence would be broken and they wouldn’t know what killed them.

  “That’s right! To let the women suffer uhis demon worshipers anization is a sin! They must’ve used them for sacrifice rituals!”

  Someone instigated the mob.

  “OH GOD! IT’S HORRIBLE!”

  “SURREHEM! You must’ve brainwashed them!”

  “We have to take them back!”

  “Yhness, help us!”

  The pri in resple silence, an isnd of smug serenity amidst a sea of peasant turmoil.

  The mob, now unified in desperation rather than anger, implored him to rescue the 'brainwashed' women, who they cimed had been seduced by the dangerously reasonable ideas of the bck robed anization.

  His Highness, elevated both on his horse and in his self-regard, surveyed the se with a disdain that could curdle milk. His lip curled ever so slightly, as if the very air breathed by the on folk offended his royal nostrils.

  The prince’s eyes, gzed with the sheen of unearned superiority, flickered over the crowd like a lord iing turnips that had the audacity to sprout in his field without permission.

  “Peasants,” he began, his voice dripping with a dession so thick it could be spread on toast, “fear not, for I have heard your quaint little s.” The words hung in the air, a banner of benevolent .

  The prince, a fre of determination in his eyes, straightened in his saddle and pointed a gaued finger dramatically towards the church.

  “I will rescue ead every dy you captured under your spells,” he decred, his voiing across the now-silent crowd.

  He paused, sweeping his gaze over the vilgers as if to ehey grasped the gravity of his words.

  “Yes…” he tinued, leaning slightly forward in his saddle, “including that beautiful blonde dy in the coffin you stored in your deep and dark dungeon uhe church.”

  There was a moment's hesitation as he gnced down at his armlove, seeming to gather his thoughts. Then, looking up, he added, “She might have died, but I will give her a proper…”

  Here, he cleared his throat, a brief, awkward sound that echoed oddly in the quiet, “AHEM! You know, imperial farewell!” His voice regais fident timbre as he finished his vow, nodding firmly to emphasize his itment.

  Wow.

  Burn thought he was just a pathetic pervert and an asshole, but was he also a necrophiliac?

  For Prince Cletus Von Wihat infamous royal fuckup, the art ing his own and his family's hrough the mud came as naturally as breathing.

  The moment his dick got hard, it was game over for any sembnce of de nity. This prince didn't just flirt with sdals; he fucked it, regurly and with gusto. It was his goddamn calling card.

  Not to mention fug a corpse. He often killed people while he was still inside of them for his ultimate release—and then tinue fug them until their body bee cold.

  Well, if even the imperial family has stopped giving a damn about c up his usual tomfuckery, then you could bet your ass his real character was even more fucked up… with deeper atrociousness behind the ses.

  A couple of weeks ago, Cletus found himself sprinting through the woods with assassins on his heels. But no, it wasn’t thanks to his vile as against a local woman.

  As luck, or perhaps misfortune, would have it, he was left for dead, sp a shiny new injury as a souvenir from one of his atrocious escapade.

  He thought he was truly going to die.

  Cletus prayed early to god, out loud, pathetically, groveling on the ground with the st energy he had. It almost looked like he truly regretted everything he had done.

  Here, ehe vampires who stumbled upon him and nursed him back to health.

  Sheltered within the walls of a church, the prince decided to py the valest card lohan necessary, duping his fanged rescuers who, it turns out, werely well-versed in human physiology.

  As boredom overtook him, he decided to look around the mysterious pce. His first major discovery was the church's basement—or as he dramatically dubbed it, "the dungeon."

  He stumbled upon the coffin-dwelling woman.

  Enting, haunting, he had never entered a woman of her allure. However, his noal rendezvous was cut short when vampires found him and forcefully dragged him away, nearly tearing apart his retly healed wounds.

  But wait, that wasn’t all! On subsequent evenings, driven by a mix of curiosity and perhaps a dash of creepiness, he found himself voyeur to a se straight out of a mythical wet dream:

  Vampire women, bathing in a river, their beauty magnified by the moonlight, free of their full cs. Apparently, the sight was enough to stir feelings within him—well.

  This moment in this life was truly a culmination of his poor decisions and even poorer justifications.

  But strangely, at that moment, Burn’s brain’s chemistry reacted to the phrase “that beautiful blonde dy in the coffin you stored in your deep and dark dungeon uhe church”.

  Burn hadn’t gohere. He remembered vampires taking turn guarding a certain door. Well, after the human prinuck there a couple of weeks ago, of course they would guard the door now.

  With this information, Burn turoward the old man beside him.

  Vd, sensing his sharp gaze, also turo him. “Ah, right. Didn’t you also e for her?”

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