Chapter 1233.1
Mit sat by himself.
Prince Davey had left not long after their exchange.
That vulgar-mouthed Vampire Lord, Josiah Frances—who was also his mentor in a sense—had returned with that man as well, using a reverse summoning circle. She had said she’d return eventually, but didn’t mention when.
The room in the quiet villa was still and silent. Mit initially should’ve been locked up in a prison cell, yet thanks to Prince Davey clearing up the misunderstanding with his father, he was simply confined to a room instead.
In his hand, he held an old bottle of wine.
Alcohol. It was something he used to drink all the time. He’d always drink too much and cause scenes. He would look down on commoners, picking fights with royal attendants and maids. That was his daily routine.
If it had been the old him, he would’ve thrown a fit over being offered such cheap, dusty wine. Sitting there in that room, however, he didn’t feel any anger or resentment over it. In fact, by that point, a cheap bottle like this somehow felt more appropriate for him.
“You and I... what a pitiful pair we’ve become,” he muttered with a bitter smile.
As the warmth of the alcohol slowly rose to his head, memories from earlier resurfaced.
- Think it through carefully, because I don’t think you’ve done anything wrong.
Davey O’Rowane. The strongest being in the world, and the Saint of the Continent. Those had been his words to him. The way he had conveyed his words was as if he could see straight through everything with a glance. It made it impossible to talk back to him or ignore him.
While they weren’t even that far apart in age, the gap between them felt unreal.