[Vampire Knight] Briar

[The devil shows the prisoner with light and shadow, and the prisoner thinks it is the thing itself. 】

- Plato (Allegory of the Cave)

For a pure-blooded vampire, time, what is it?

——"Time is a heavy burden."

What you want to remember will be forgotten with time.

What I don't want to remember, but I dream about it over and over again, and will never be forgotten.

"Calamus, are the people from the Japanese family still urging me to go back?" I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the people coming and going on the streets of Milan, and asked the people behind me.

"Yes, master." Calamus replied to me.Even without turning around, I can imagine his respectful expression.

"I hate Japan." After a while, I said to him.

He didn't speak.

I know that calamus will always have that virtue in front of people, and I can't say a few words with a stick.But behind the scenes, he was like an old lady, and would babble on and on to me.

From 'who did what and what they did today is actually what they want' to 'Master, did you eat a few pieces of cauliflower and a few mouthfuls of cod today, do you have a bad appetite and a bad mood'.

"I don't want to go back." Although sometimes I hate Calamus' character, but I will still act like a baby to him unconsciously.

Although it's not entirely accurate to say it's 'acting like a baby', I can only complain to him a few words.After all, I am the one who makes decisions or actually executes them, and he will only obey my orders.

But calamus is really too familiar to me.

It is no exaggeration to say that he was probably the first person I saw after birth.

And then he's been by my side throughout the decades I've grown up to my present age.

Moreover, he is the kind of person who basically responds to my needs.Except when he was having trouble with me, at other times, he would not express any objection to me.Therefore, I will unconsciously regard him as a 'trash can' to confide some things that I will never tell others.

"I won't agree to the request of the people over there. After all, I haven't even seen my parents much." I turned around from the French window and walked towards him. "Calamus, help me reject them."

"Yes, master." He glanced at me, and then answered me like this.

"You're really boring." I walked up to him, grabbed his collar, forced him to bow his head slightly, then stood on tiptoe and licked his lips.

This kind of ambiguous hint in the eyes of humans is just a signal for vampires to prepare to eat.

Calamus just looked at me tolerantly, and without me pulling his collar, he took the initiative to lower his head to an angle where outsiders looked like we were kissing.

That's why I think, in fact, he is my mother.

Calamus was really too obedient to me.But the look at me is not the admiration and admiration I have seen other blood servants look at their masters, but a little bit of the comfort and love of the elders looking at the children.

"Master?" He saw that I hadn't moved for a long time, so he called me softly.

"Forget it." I licked the corner of his lips like a real couple, "We'll talk about it when we get home." Then I took a step back and backed away.After all, always bullying 'honest people', even a guy with no conscience like me, feels a little offended.

"Okay." He took my hand naturally, and we walked together to our apartment in Milan.

I turned my head and glanced at the scene I just saw through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop: the Gothic spire of the Milan Cathedral and the statues of the saints hundreds of years ago looked a little bleak in the dim sunlight, and human tourists happily walked around Taking selfies and laughing in front of the ancient cross, a white dove symbolizing peace circled above their heads.

How naive.

Was it the Volturi's seclusion that spoiled these human pampers?

After all, Calamus told me before coming here: Milan Cathedral was a famous tribunal two centuries ago.The Holy See there has killed countless vampires and wizards, but more of them are their own innocent compatriots.

But now, even though I took the calamus in and walked around, neither the 'song' sung by the group of human cubs nor the congratulations read by the cardinal made me feel a little bit uncomfortable.

On the contrary, Calamus's face looked a little pale, I don't know if it's because I ate a little too much yesterday.

So, eating today, I feel that I just need to relieve my 'hunger and thirst', and I must not indulge in his blood like yesterday, and accidentally indulge myself and hurt him.