Chapter 25.2 – Lilian, Shut Your Mouth!
I exhaled deeply as the hot water from the shower fell over my face, washing away the blood and sweat from the earlier fight. The water was soothing, just warm enough to ease the tension in my muscles. It also calmed the emotions that had been raging within me.
I went over the events of the evening once more, wondering if I had gone too far. The ballroom that had been a place of elegance and nobility—I turned it into a bloody battleground because I couldn’t hold back the anger from my ring days.
I had felt the familiar burn of rage, a fire I hadn’t felt in a long time, as Luciel’s smug face taunted me, his words dripping with venom. And in that moment, something snapped. The restraint I kept up shattered, replaced by the overwhelming need to put him in his place.
It felt like I had been sent back in time, to a press conference before a fight. It was our job to sell the fight to the viewers, but whenever my opponent taunted me I lost control: backstage fights, brawls on the street, and a few punches in the stand off. Even though I’d thankfully mellowed out since then, Luciel brought that side out again.
But now that adrenaline calmed down, I couldn’t help but wonder—had I crossed a line?
The truth was, I didn’t regret it. Not entirely. Luciel had it coming, and the satisfaction I felt when my fist connected with his face, over and over, was undeniable. I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. In the end, everything worked out well, the Baron chose to set this matter aside.
As the water continued to pour over me, I shook my head, trying to dispel the doubts. What’s done is done. Luciel had tried to ruin and humiliate me in front of everyone. I had no choice but to respond in kind.
I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry off. On a side note, I’m glad this world has showers. I’d have died without the modern toilet and shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and observed at my reflection in the mirror. Golden eyes stared back at me, far more calm than earlier. “I should be more alert of my emotions,” that was the first rule as a fighter.
The house must still be buzzing with the aftermath of the duel. I had no doubt that the rumors were already spreading like wildfire, although I was unsure what they would be like. Thankfully I wouldn’t have to worry about that. I did have something to worry about, though. After getting dressed in fresh clothes, I left the bathroom, mentally preparing myself for what I knew awaited me outside the door.
When I entered my room, I was met with the sight of Lilian, my newly ever-loyal maid, perched on the windowsill like a hooligan, one leg dangling over the edge as she casually ate a pudding cup she must have swiped from the party. The contrast between her nonchalant, rowdy vibe and the refined surroundings was funny.
Across the room, my fiance sat on the edge of the bed, her posture stiff and tense. Her white hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, but her expression was anything but gentle. A deep frown marred her usually composed face as she watched Lilian with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. The tension between them was light, but it was there.
I’m glad they didn’t fight when I wasn’t here. I nodded inwardly, clearing my throat. The two girls were too busy staring at each other to notice me yet.
Lilian looked up at the sound, her face lighting up in relief. “Ah, you’re back!” she exclaimed, her voice cheerful despite the heavy atmosphere. “This vampire has been staring at me weirdly. I’d have attacked her if she wasn’t your fiancée.”
My heart skipped a beat, and a frown crossed my face. I shot her a glare, “Lilian!” I barked. She blinked and immediately clasped her hands over her mouth. But it was too late.
Silence fell in the room, tension rose, and Nebula trembled. Her eyes and lips widened in shock, and her features revealed confusion and disbelief.
The secret she had guarded so closely was now out in the open. Her mind raced, searching for an explanation, a way to justify or deny what Lilian had just said. But nothing came. It was too sudden and abrupt for her to deny because she didn’t even know what the girl based the acquisition upon.
She looked into my eyes, and I saw fright in them. She was caught, and her eyes said she was ready for a fight-or-flight scenario.
Not good, I have to calm her down. I quickly raised a hand in a calming gesture, my voice soft. “Nebula, it’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind a vampire wife.”
Nebula, who looked like she was ready to jump me, froze mid-thought. She blinked at me, trying to process what I’d just said, and when she realized that I was trying to make her not panic, she sighed and facepalmed.
“Unbelievable…” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.