Chapter 1017 - 492: Family Inheritance
No one can fool me!
A Legendary Vampire won’t ignore any trace of blood!
You were bleeding just now, weren’t you!
For your first time to be so exciting, how could you not be embarrassed at all?
"I’m not embarrassed!" the Dark Elf replied as if it were obvious, even inexplicably giving the Vampire a glance.
What are you talking about?
Eliza: ?
What are you talking about again?
Svanni: ?
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The two of them stared at each other wide-eyed for a while. Eventually, the Vampire, who felt she had a certain amount of worldly knowledge, conceded defeat.
"No no no! This is really weird!"
She was getting a bit unsure, scratching her head and saying hesitantly: "At such a crucial moment, shouldn’t you cherish the time alone with him?"
"Generally speaking, this should be the normal thought!"
"Why would you ask for backup!"
Sharing on the first experience, you’re really generous!
Miss Vampire felt a bit embarrassed by the benevolence of others, sensing something must be amiss.
Svanni’s response was quite calm.
"First of all, we’re not typical mortals, are we?"
Svanni held her teacup, her lips curling slightly into a faint smile, laughing self-deprecatingly: "You and I are Legendary beings; in the eyes of mortals, we’ve long been a different breed from them."
Though the average Legendary being isn’t considered much by them, in the eyes of mortals, a Legend represents the pinnacle of power on earth.
Above that, Epic and Saint levels are practically legendary existences that one could hardly encounter in their lifetime.
"Let alone, I’m a Dark Elf, and you’re a Vampire. Where do human societal rules have the right to bind us?"
"Even Herbert, he’s long not an ordinary mortal, is he?"
"He’s a Paladin and doesn’t care about it, so why are you so hung up?"
Perhaps because Eliza’s expression was just too distressed, combined with her previous actions seeming a bit like "selling out her teammates," Svanni rarely explained further.
Out of respect, she prepared to nicely fool Miss Vampire.
Well, unlike her usual three-word statements to muddle through.
"But..."
Eliza wasn’t the type to be unreasonable and secretly knew Svanni’s reasoning was correct. If she cared about worldly views even after gaining extraordinary powers, then she’d be losing.
However, her experiences as a human Princess made her feel this reasoning wasn’t easily acceptable.
This this this... This is just too decadent!
Seeing Eliza still hesitating, Svanni raised an eyebrow, changing her approach and asked: "Besides, haven’t you heard about the private parties among nobles? Even if you haven’t attended, surely you’ve heard about them?"
She wasn’t referring to simple gatherings where people drink and dance—the kind that is too bland.
Svanni referred to the traditional activities devised by some bored nobles.
—Even though everyone can see through each other, they still wear masks and pretend not to know each other, then, stark naked, roll together in a melee, sometimes one against many or vice versa, an event with intense energy.
If some nobles fall into darker aspects, the scene might be even more thrilling, not only sweating but maybe even spilling blood... They played in a way that is just twisted.
In terms of the degree of perversion in these matters, even the Dark Elves dare not claim themselves as number one.
After all, there are no limits to perversion.
There’s no peak perversion, only more perverted!
"Uh... don’t say that! I, I haven’t secretly watched, no, uh, I haven’t really heard of it!"
Suddenly, Eliza’s expression changed, she blinked quickly, her eyes trembling.
"Hey, wait, hold on! I just remembered!"
Recollecting an old event, her expression grew quite dramatic, lips moving as if wanting to speak but holding back.
She hesitated, considering whether to reveal this matter to others.
But thinking it over, since the opposite was her best friend in a duo match, what’s there that couldn’t be said?
So, Eliza seriously raised her hand to cover her mouth, speaking softly: "But... I remember that I once read a diary left by my father when he was young."
Seeing Eliza’s seemingly mischievous eyes, Svanni’s curiosity was piqued by her secretive manner, she asked along:
"What does it say? Does it record his amorous adventures?"
She had some understanding of the Vampire’s background and knew how extravagant a mortal King could be.
She was curious why Svanni was so eagerly unable to hold herself back from wanting to spill the beans.
What secret was there?
"Pretty much, but strictly speaking, that wasn’t a diary but a record book of my father’s."
Actually, even if Svanni hadn’t asked, Eliza couldn’t hold it in any longer, she quickly began speaking:
"That was when I was about five years old? One time while playing hide and seek with the maids in the Royal Palace, I somehow wandered into a peculiar room where all sorts of strange toys were kept... cough cough!"
When she was younger, she understood nothing, only glancing at it and dismissing it, but when she recollected it, she abruptly realized what abstract things she had seen back then.
Hiss.
I knew what I saw in that underground chamber in the Dark Elf City looked familiar!
Turns out I had seen it back then!
"I was too short at the time, many ’toys’ were placed high up, unreachable, so eventually I climbed onto a chair and casually flipped through a book on the table, taking it back to my bedroom as a trophy."
"Speaking of which, I wanted my mother to help narrate the stories in that ’storybook,’ but it disappeared the next day, and I was mad for a few days... Now that I think of it, well, it was probably my mother who took it."
Eliza’s expression changed dramatically with her recollection, imagining how her parents felt upon seeing that "diary" in astonishment.
"The contents of those pages, reflecting a bit, were father recording some of their, um, special games between him and my mother."
Svanni suddenly asked: "How special? Did it reach the level that requires ’Limb Regeneration’ Divine Skill?"
???
Miss Vampire waved her hands repeatedly, hurriedly explaining: "No no no, it’s not that special! Just, just, um, at most involving chains, whips, and candles? I recall that’s what the diary said."
"Oh."
The Dark Elf responded with a sound, somewhat disdainfully pursing her lips.
Originally, the Vampire’s story had intrigued her, curious about what kind of games they were.
Who knew the truth was so mundane, not interesting at all.
Tch, typical.
But since these were matters regarding the other’s parents, she wasn’t too harsh, not everyone is open as the Dark Elves.
So Svanni comforted a bit, defending that poor Lord King, saying: "Eliza, you might think this problematic, but for your father, it was most likely quite ordinary."
"Hmm, most mortal Kings have such sadistic tendencies, and since you’re a Princess, your mother might not have been forced either..."
But after Svanni finished, rather than returning to normal, Eliza’s expression became even more awkward.
She furrowed her brows tightly, trying to control her expressions, slowly shaking her head, speaking deeply: "No, Svanni, you’re mistaken."
"My father... he wasn’t the one doing the abuse."
?
Svanni’s mind popped with a question mark, eyes slightly widening with rapid blinking.
Wait, wait a minute!
Let me sort this out...
"Hmm? Wait, uh... you mean to say, he was the one being hit."
Eliza bit her lip hard, her expression difficult as she slowly nodded, then looked up at the ceiling to recall all the painful things in her life.
After so many years, remembering such a parental love story suddenly leaves one at a loss for words...
In short, truly hard to bear.
Aside, Svanni quickly composed herself, thoughtfully scrutinizing Eliza, speaking with deep meaning:
"Ah, I see, I probably know your personality trait inheritance now."
"It’s a family trait..."
???
Eliza instantly couldn’t smile, glaring at her "best friend" with shock.
Hey!
I treat you as a best friend, share interesting stories with you, and you go and slander me!
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