Yuqiongyin

Vampires must eat regularly to replenish their energy, but as the king of the blood clan, her physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people, and her demand for blood is not that strong.

She had just woken up from a hundred-year sleep, and even though she had eaten once that night, she inevitably felt hungry.

After returning from the human world, the maid presented fresh blood potion as usual. However, compared with Lucas' blood, the usual blood potion looked dull, and Sylvaria was not interested at all.

She sighed, knowing clearly in her heart the fragility of human beings, but she had to eat now.

She gently stroked the wine glass in her hand, which was filled with bright red liquid, which was the fresh blood that the maid had just offered.

Sylvain narrowed her eyes slightly and carefully observed the blood in the cup. The blood swayed slightly in the cup, as if it had life.

It exuded an alluring aroma that reminded Sylva Ria of the smell of Lucas. The wonderful feeling was unforgettable to her, but she did not dare to touch it easily.

She looked at the blood in the cup, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to drink it.

Although the smell made her feel a little uncomfortable, she understood that if she continued to suck too much blood from the human blood servant, that person would soon die.

And now, the Blood Hunters lurked in at today's dinner, which meant that she would face the upcoming siege of Blood Hunters in the near future. Before that, she needed to recover enough strength to deal with it.

When her thoughts returned, Sylvalia felt a warm hand gently holding her hand. She looked down and saw Lucas kneeling on one knee in front of her.

He was wearing a black suit today, but the small details still matched Sylvaria very well. The tie he wore was a light gold, the same color as the evening dress she was wearing today.

He lowered his head and gently placed his lips on the back of her hand, his movements were reverent, full of tenderness and love.

"If your majesty needs me, I will give you everything, because everything I have belongs to you."

This seemingly ordinary action made Sylvalia's heartstrings tremble slightly, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the time she spent with Lucas in the past few days after she woke up.

Although the identities of the two people are very different, she can still feel Lucas' sincere feelings for her.

Sylvalia gently lifted Lucas' chin with her fingertips, and the moment their eyes met, it seemed as if time had stopped.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked carefully at the man in front of her. She found that his eyes were full of tenderness and determination, just like the warm spring sun, which warms people's hearts. However, in that tenderness, she seemed to be able to read an indescribable deep affection.

She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, whispering, "You're fine."

This sudden action stunned Lucas. He widened his eyes and looked at Sylvaria in disbelief.

He never thought that he would get such a response after just a few days of getting along, but now, he felt the recognition and care from Sylvaria, and an inexplicable feeling of emotion and joy surged in his heart.

At this moment, he felt that everything was worth it.

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Sylva Ria did not stay at the banquet for long. She left early and took Lucas back to her exclusive castle as the King of the Vampires.

The blood moon hung high in the sky, shrouding the entire castle in an eerie red glow.

This ancient building looks particularly mysterious and solemn in the moonlight, but it also reveals an old atmosphere. However, these details are covered by the blood-red light, making the whole castle look full of vitality.

Sylva Ria stood in front of the gate, looking coldly at the castle under the blood moon. Suddenly, lush blood-red roses began to grow rapidly on the black railings outside the castle.

The roses spread at an astonishing speed, clinging tightly to the railings, forming a sea of ​​scarlet.

They bloom bright flowers, as gorgeous as blood, exuding a rich fragrance that permeates the air, as if telling of blood and desire.

Sylva Ria quietly gazed at these blood-red roses. The growth of these roses was not a natural phenomenon, but a manifestation of her power as the king of the vampires.

Their existence proves her dominance and great strength, and also symbolizes the prosperity of the blood clan. Every blooming blood rose represents the loyalty and admiration of her people.

However, Sylvaria knew very well that all this was not permanent. She looked at the withered blood-red roses in the corner. They were the blood clan members who had been brutally killed in recent years.

She understood that she had to step forward this time to ensure the continuation and survival of the blood clan.

Sylva Ria slowly walked towards the cluster of blood-red roses, reached out her hand and gently touched one of the petals. The petal was soft and smooth, like silk.

Surrounded by this sea of ​​scarlet flowers, Sylvaria, as the queen of the vampires, is fully aware that she shoulders the responsibility of protecting the vampires. She must ensure the prosperity and stability of the vampires and ensure that her race will always stand firm.

"I will do my duty."

Sylva Ria spoke softly, with a firm and determined tone in her voice. Her eyes scanned the sea of ​​flowers around her, as if she was telling each flower her vow.

Then she turned and walked towards her castle, her steps steady and powerful.

When she pushed open the door of the castle, an old smell hit her face. She could feel the history and memory carried by the castle, which had witnessed the changes of countless years.

Today, it still stands here, waiting for its owner to wake up and continue its glory.

Sylva Ria stepped into the hall of the castle and looked around. Blood-red light poured into the castle through the windows, illuminating every corner.

From the outside, it looked like no one had been here for a long time, but upon closer inspection, there was no dust inside, indicating that someone came to clean it regularly.

Sylvaria snapped her fingers, and the candlesticks inside lit up one by one.

The warm yellow candlelight illuminated the intricately embroidered carpets, the expensive oil paintings throughout the castle, and the vintage furniture.

Exquisite portraits were hung on the walls, depicting the style of the vampire kings of all generations. The characters in these portraits appeared before her with pride.

Sylvaria took Lucas upstairs and arranged his room in the second bedroom closest to her.

"This is where you will live from now on." Sylvaria sat lazily on the sofa, stretching her body lazily, her eyes casually scanning the layout of the room.

Her voice had a hint of weariness, but it also revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Lucas nodded, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

This is a spacious and gorgeous room with neatly arranged furniture, exquisite paintings and decorations on the walls, and soft carpets on the floor, making people feel as if they are in a palace.

"The butler and his men will come tomorrow to take care of your daily life." Sylva Lia continued, her eyes fixed on Lucas. As she spoke, her eyes were always fixed on Lucas, with an elusive light flashing in her eyes.

"Will Your Majesty live here too?"

Sylva Ria nodded slightly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her face, her voice was soft, with a hint of teasing in her tone, "Of course, isn't it lonely for a little pet to be without its owner?"

Lucas' face brightened up when he heard this, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Sylva Ria thought that raising such a well-behaved and cute blood servant really brought a lot of fun to her originally boring life.

She loved teasing him and enjoying his reactions, and that feeling made her feel good.

It was indeed safe to keep him by her side, but there were still a few daring vampires eyeing him at tonight's dinner.

Thinking of this, Sylva Ria thought for a moment, took off the vampire ring from her finger, and waved to Lucas, "Come here."

Lucas walked over obediently and stood in front of Sylvaria. She took Lucas' hand and put the vampire ring on his hand.

Then she turned her head and bit the glove with her teeth. After pulling it off with force, the glove floated onto the carpet in the breeze from the window.

Sylva Ria didn't care about that. She bared her sharp fangs and gently pierced her fingertips. Crystal clear beads of blood rolled out from the wound.

She dripped a drop of blood onto the ruby ​​of the vampire ring and watched the blood being quickly absorbed, as if the color of the ruby ​​had become even darker.

"That way, they won't dare to touch you."