Lucian naturally couldn't answer.
However, Wade seemed to have forgotten that what was curled up in his arms was just a body without a soul. He kept looking at him with interest, as if waiting for an answer. As Bright's roar became more and more hoarse, Lucian's silence became longer and longer, and the sense of oppression coming from him became more and more intimidating.
And the hand he was holding on Lucian's knee was getting stronger and stronger.
Lucian simply had no idea what was wrong with Vader.
He thought about it and decided to play pitiful. He guessed that Wade didn't want to hurt him for the time being.
After a long time, Wade saw the body in his arms frowning, as if frightened by Wade's overwhelming aura. He put one hand on Wade's chest and tried to curl up.
With trembling eyelashes, her dark red eyes showed a sense of uneasiness and fragility.
He was terrified of him.
He hurt him.
In the eyes of everyone, the succubus curled up in Wade's arms out of fear was a beautiful woman. If other nobles saw this, they might want to buy back the frightened beauty at the auction and comfort him by stroking his back.
But Vider looked at those dim eyes and those slightly parted, rosy lips...
I just feel bored.
He was fed up with his current state of mind.
If the real Lucian was in his arms at this moment, what would she do? Wei De thought aimlessly, Lucian was not such a fragile thing.
He would resist, hook his hands around his neck, laugh at him with his rosy lips, his eyes full of provocative malice. Even if he showed weakness, it was sugar-coated with the poison of arrogance.
Just as Lucian had done under his palm when he had entered the temple with the spear.
Then, he would want to crush him in his hands even more because of his arrogant and unrepentant attitude, want to see him panic, want to see him covered with bruises and blood, want every wound of his to be caused by him, want to hear him cursing at himself, want to see his unyielding contemptuous look.
No, it's not enough. That's just the surface.
He wanted to get inside him... inside? Stabbing him with a knife, cutting his skin, would that count as inside him
Tearing out his tongue and letting the blood flow out of his mouth, is it inside
Grasping his heart with magic, crushing it, and seeing his unusual expression as he was in agony due to the fear of death... Was it Neri
At the moment when life is shattered, the vivid and terrifying expression that will appear on the body due to extreme pain will have a moment for him to see... what the soul looked like when it was still in this body
No, none of them, he wanted more than that... He had a strange feeling suppressed in his chest, he wanted to crush him, to flatten him in his arms with a strong force, maybe in this way, he could get a moment of supreme pleasure. But if he died like this, if he died...
There would be only this moment of happiness. He would have supreme bliss at that moment, and the dust of Lucian would slip from his hands.
He felt empty somehow.
From now on, there was no Lucian in his life, and even this ignorant body was gone.
And when he turned back to get his cloak, he would no longer feel Lucian's eyes behind him.
Lucian broke out in a cold sweat.
He felt a strong killing intent. Somehow, after he began to tremble, the look Vader gave him made him feel...
It seemed like for a moment, he was almost crushed to ashes.
The killing intent at that moment was so real, yet so fleeting. Lucian felt as if he had walked through hell. He had just carefully relaxed his body...
Wade then threw him from his arms into the hands of the guard with disgust.
Lucian: …
Wade is definitely sick, there's no doubt about it. He rolled his eyes in his mind.
He really didn't understand how his act of pretending to be pitiful and trying to please Vader had provoked Vader's murderous intent. It was clear that he could not stay with Vader for long.
Otherwise, sooner or later he would be killed by this guy's weird train of thought and strong hatred.
Vader left the interrogation room. Behind the iron bars, Bright, who saw him taking Lucian away, was still roaring hoarsely. Lucian curled up in the guard's arms and secretly glanced at the blond paladin, thinking that he might be a breakthrough that would allow him to successfully escape from Vader.
"Alas, Bright, why are you so weak?" Lucian thought idly. "If you were a little more powerful, I would have escaped from the hands of this devil. Now I can only hope that you will come out of prison and save me again... You must have a few friends in the royal city, right? Find a way to pass the message to them and save me."
Or maybe Bright couldn't escape and died in prison... Well, with Wade's current weird style, he would probably bring him back to see Bright's body.
Then he could only pray that Bright's death would be neither too long nor too short, but just at a time when he was able to escape.
The way back was still very quiet, and the only sound was the gurgling of the Sighing River in the royal city. After thinking about these things, Lucian leaned back in his chair and fell into a drowsy sleep.
Anyway, no matter if he pretends or not, Wade will suddenly want to kill him or torment him for no apparent reason. He is at the mercy of others, and after all the hard work, Lucian has a strong desire to throw away all hope. After all, it is useless to open or close the business, and Wade's sudden whim is not affected by his objective actions.
But he slept very well during the whole journey. Not to mention being strangled, even his hair was not pulled. It was not until the carriage stopped that Lucian opened his eyes dazedly.
Then.
He found himself leaning against Wade while he was sleeping.
Lucian: …
He had not yet forgotten the incident in prison when he was lying in Wade's arms and was almost killed by him. He was so startled that he almost jumped up, but he did not notice any special expression on Wade's face.
Vader simply got out of the carriage and had the guards carry him into the tower.
Lucian, who is still in the carriage: …
He looked at himself suspiciously, and then at Wade and the others who had their backs to him. After thinking for a while, he felt that his current appearance was quite pleasing to the eye. He had slept with Wade all the way, so it was his loss, not Wade's. In this case, Wade wanted to kill him, which was extremely heartless.
Although Vader's appearance is also pleasing to the extreme, there is no such thing as conscience.
—He doesn’t have any either.
Lucian was already drowsy when the guards put him on the bed - this was definitely related to the blood that Vader fed him. But in a half-awake state, he felt Vader sitting next to him and tapping his head with his fingers.
"Bright, Duke Rodney, and the other prisoners look at you in a disgusting way. It's better not to take you out as much as possible in the future." He seemed to hear Wade whispering in his ear, "Looking you up and down, their eyes are like tongues, as if they have forgotten whose trophy you are..."
Lucian hummed in confusion.
He didn't mind those people looking at him. As a beauty, he had always been aware of using his beauty to commit crimes and enjoying being stared at.
Unfortunately, Vader didn't seem to buy his tricks. He tried to act pitiful for the first time today, and was almost killed by Vader.
"Forgot whose trophy you are?" He heard Vader repeat it again. He was confused at first, and then seemed to find his words very interesting. "Forgot... Well, this sentence is very interesting."
I was afraid that Wade would find it interesting. Lucian almost woke up. He thought Wade was going to turn him over and pinch him.
But Vader's hand stopped at his waist, but did not continue. Suddenly, he heard Vader snort coldly.
… and then Vader was gone.
Lucian: …
Is this a sudden anger again
But he didn't care about Wade. The bed was soft, the night was deep, well... With the first Bright, there would be the second and third people who came to him, and life would be beautiful.
Thinking of the list of dozens of people, Lucian felt that his hope of escape had increased a little.
He fell asleep happily and peacefully.
…
In the blink of an eye, a month and a half had passed.
He stayed in this room in the tower for a whole month and a half. Perhaps because he now lived on blood, he no longer needed to excrete. In addition, the body cleansing spell engraved in the room also kept his body clean at all times.
Then he had no reason to leave the room.
Wade would come once a week to feed him blood—always with his fingers. His mood was always uncertain. Sometimes he was in a good mood, but when feeding blood, he would pinch Lucian's tongue with his fingers in anger. Sometimes he was in a bad mood, but when he left, he would put his hands in Lucian's hair and comb it—like petting a kitten, and then hurried away as if he had woken up.
Lucian really couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and every time Wade finished feeding blood, he left quickly - it was obvious that he was taken to see Brad when he first came that day, which was a pure accident. In the first week, he would come to see Lucian when he was not feeding blood - often through the window at the door, or sitting beside Lucian when he fell asleep, with his hand on Lucian's neck, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Several times Lucian felt that Vader was planning to kill him.
Although Wade never took action, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Apart from Wade, the only people who could enter this room were the servants who were sweeping and tidying up the room. They were both men and women, but they all wore masks and had the same indifferent attitude.
It was not until the end of the third week that Vader finally did not come. Instead, when Lucian was hungry, Vader's personal guards showed up.
He remembered that this guard was the one who was responsible for picking him up when he went to see Bright.
The guard brought Lucian not blood, but a glass of juice. The juice was bright red, sweet and sour, but it could bring him energy and satisfaction just like Wade's blood.
Lucian held the cup and sipped it. The guard stood beside him, motionless, his eyes looking straight ahead, not looking at him.
His mind was racing.
It was a good thing that such juice existed. He identified the fruit that made the juice, which was difficult for others to obtain. But Lucian happened to have some connections when he was a Holy Son, and he could easily find a valley full of such fruits that no one knew about.
He also knew how to preserve and grow fruit.
It seems that after escaping, he doesn't have to worry about his food problem anymore.
There is just one problem.
He glanced at the guard. The guard still looked straight ahead, not looking at him with a look of determination that seemed deliberate.
But Lucian had no interest in him.
He only cares about one thing.
Why didn't Wade come today
But at that moment, he caught a glimpse of the faded scar on the guard's forehead. The guard was an orc, and suddenly, Lucian remembered something.
Something he had forgotten because he was so accustomed to it.
On the day of his death, he was bored in the temple and smiled at one of the three orcs who were the last to leave. That orc seemed to be quite sensible.
The orc's stunned expression caused by this smile did not surprise him.
But at this moment, he finally remembered this man's face.
Lucian tapped the rim of the cup with his fingers, smiling in his heart.
There is one more clue that can help break the deadlock.
After the meal, the guard took the crystal cup and wanted to leave the room quickly. But when he lowered his head to take the cup, he saw Lucian smiling at him.
An innocent look, dark red eyes, a beautiful face, and eyelashes that seem to have little hooks.
—And those bright red lips stained with fruit juice.