C90 (1/2)

Following Klaus's signal, several men in black disappeared as well, and a glass of whisky, pure alcohol, appeared in front of Marcel's eyes.

Klaus himself had a glass of whiskey in his hand, and Marcel took it from him.

Marcel sighed, feeling powerless. This damned thing, this damn mistake! Tonight, his performance was truly terrible!

”What did Camille see?” Marcel knew that Klaus had been accompanying her and seemed to be trying to persuade her, but Camille was not looking well.

Klaus didn't say anything, he only gave Marcel an encouraging look and shrugged. ”She just saw an argument, man.” Clapping him on the shoulder, Klaus confirmed, ”Trust me, there's nothing you can't handle.”

Marcel sighed helplessly. He reckoned that there was no hope for him. According to his sources, Camil hated violent people the most. Otherwise, he would not have said that he was a community worker previously.

Klaus looked at Marcel's lost profile in surprise, as if he were trying to guess. ”You really like her?” ”How is she better than Rebecca?” Marcel's current position of power, what kind of clean/pure/elegant women do not have.

Marcel nodded and shook his head again. After drinking a few mouthfuls, he said the truth, ”Actually, I like the way she doesn't seem to be involved in this. An ordinary person … Sometimes it's also a good thing to see the world from a human's point of view. ”

As a vampire, Marcel had almost forgotten about human nature. He needed something simple and beautiful.

Klaus couldn't seem to see the chaos of the ball, but he had no choice but to endure it and take care of this damned thing with a smile.

Status was a restriction.

Klaus silently accompanied him, drinking one cup after another.

When Marcel was almost drunk, Klaus reminded him in a light tone, ”Marcel, I'm very sorry about Thierry. I can tell he's a good friend of yours.”

Marcel laughed at himself. He thought Klaus was trying to ridicule him for his ignorance, ”I was the one who created him. Obviously, I shouldn't have trusted him. I was wrong.”

Klaus snatched the glass from Marcel, who was now drunk. ”It won't make you any better, Marcel,” he said.

”...” It's all right, Marcel. For a long time, when he was a teenager and even when he was an adult, Klaus's only consolation was that he had never been an emotional person.

It's all right, Marcel.

However, Marcel had remembered these words for many years.

Klaus didn't need Marcel's reply. He drank the wine by himself. Now, they were all in the same situation, alone.

A feeling of empathy filled the air. Marcel and Klaus were not used to it, so they avoided each other's eyes as much as they could. The awkward feeling of being alone was born.

The dance went smoothly. Klaus accompanied Marcel until the end, the perfect ending.