Chapter 466 - DEMON KING (1/2)

Frank felt cold even though he was shrouded in warm clothes. He cursed his Master's choice to live in the cold mountains in the Transylvania area when he could live anywhere in the world. Moreover, he was even more annoyed because it was impossible to drive directly to the castle.

He had to walk up the ragged mountain on foot, leaving his rental car in one of the inns at the foot. He stomped on the snow childishly since he could not kick stones. Everything was covered in a thick carpet of undisturbed snow.

He did not want to go up to the castle.

He wished he could have spent the evening at the inn instead of coming up the hill at the late hour. Even if he had to talk to one of those enthusiastic tourists about the Transylvanian lore of vampires, he would bear it. It was better than climbing the blasted hill in freezing temperatures.

He suppressed his dissatisfaction and walked through the towering gate of wrought iron. The gate was not locked. It never was. But no one trespassed into the property despite their curiosity about the eerie castle.

Frank walked to the entrance while giving the towering gargoyles a dubious glance. He walked up to the door, lifted the cobra knocker and tapped twice before stepping back. He rubbed his gloved hands together and tried not to shiver as he waited for the old witch to open the door.

After five minutes, the large door opened. The old woman in her long black dress looked at Frank with her cloudy but cold eyes. She stepped aside to allow Frank into the house.

”Master is dining. He welcomes you to dine with him.” The woman croaked out.

Frank had a bad premonition. He served his Master wholeheartedly, but he was also deeply afraid of that man. Frank did not like being too close to the man for too long. Every time he was too close, he would feel death following in his wake like ghosts ċȧrėssing his neck.

But he did not have the right to refuse to dine with the Master.

He stepped into the house and took off his thick coat and his snow-covered boots. He wore the shoes placed before him by the old woman before following her into the dining room. He tried not to betray his nervousness as he glanced at the elegant figure.

”Please sit.” The old woman indicated to the chair at the other end of the long dining table.

He found himself right across the inhuman man. Frank did not speak up first. He knew well that it might attract the ire of the irritable man. He watched as the woman served him a glass of wine and a beautiful piece of steak.

”How was your drive?” The regal man asked, like a king extending favour to his subject.

If there was anything Frank could not fault in his Master, it was his perfect appearance. If there were royal and ethereal vampires in the real world, his Master would be their leader. Mesmerizing like a beautiful flower but poisonous…

But his appearance was not for people to enjoy. Those who dared to look at the man for too long did not have the pŀėȧsurė of seeing anything else ever again. But it was impossible not to be drawn to him while in his orbit.

The effect of the flawless elegant face coupled with white hair and the eerie red eyes was sublime. Moreover, the glass of wine in his hand further enhanced the formless charm.

”It was alright. There were a few blocked roads due to the snow, but I did not experience a lot of difficulties.” Frank answered.

The man placed his glass of wine on the table and picked his fork and knife. He cut the piece of steak on his plate and savoured a piece before looking back to Frank.

”Do you blame me for instructing you to travel to the mountains in winter?” He asked.

Frank was chilled. ”How could that be? It was nothing, Master. It was my pŀėȧsurė to take the journey.”

”You have learnt how to make meaningless flattery, Frank. Perhaps, you have been too idle in the past few months.” The red eyes glowed in the dim yellow lights in the room, giving them a violet hue. It was disconcerting.

”I apologise, Master. I am a little nervous.” Frank admitted his mistake.