Chapter 262: What Exactly Did You Do (4K)

"You! What on earth did you do to me!?"

Rustle.

Elisa slammed her hand down, pressing the hem of her skirt—which had somehow been flipped up onto her thighs—back down, covering those dimly coloured scribbles.

What was that!?

Those bright-red "正" characters, their glaring marks pressed into her Bai Xi-snow-white legs.

Even though she had already covered them now, they were still deeply imprinted in the back of her mind.

Elisa had never seen those characters before, yet instinctively felt something was off about them.

Were they some unknown cipher? Or some kind of special drawing?

This……

But no matter what, such a private place as her thighs had not only been seen in full, but also been freely scribbled on.

No matter how you looked at it, this counted as a tremendous desecration!

Incidentally, because the character "慘" was written on a symmetrical position further back, Elisa actually couldn't see it at this point.

But even so, it was already enough to bring a flush of mingled shame and anger to her cheeks.

"Herbert! You!"

She jerked her head up, her eyes burning with an interrogating fury, glaring straight at Herbert, and asked in an icy voice that trembled just slightly:

"What did you write on my legs?"

"Oh?"

Herbert looked at her nervous state and couldn't help laughing, shook his head with hidden meaning, and regarded her with pity.

Elisa:?

Pity?

Why are you looking at me with that kind of expression?

You???

What filthy, lewd, despicable, shameless things did you actually do to me!!?

Herbert looked at Elisa, shook his head once more, and said slowly: "You're asking this now—does it even have any meaning?"

"I feel that, things having come to this, everything that was supposed to happen has already happened. Since there's no turning back, there's nothing more to say, is there."

He sighed deeply and advised her sincerely:

"Elisa, better not ask. I think it would be better for you this way."

"Many times, 'not knowing' is itself a form of protection."

"You should just obediently accept your fate and listen to me."

Everything that was supposed to happen has already happened, there's no turning back, just obediently accept your fate……

Each of those keywords landed in Elisa's ears, making her heart grow colder and colder—although vampires, let alone their hearts, their entire bodies were cold, but that didn't matter.

She stared silently at the white-haired youth who was speaking so glibly, and quietly clenched her teeth and her fists.

He……

I really misjudged him.

He turned out to be such a despicable man……

Truly too vile!

To actually take advantage of when my mind was dazed to do such a thing!

Couldn't you have done it while I was awake?

I never said I'd definitely refuse…… pah!

Pah pah pah!

Refuse—I definitely will refuse!

Yes, definitely!

Even if it's him, I definitely……

"……"

Elisa pressed her lips together, shook her head hard, and flung the chaos from her mind away.

Things have come to this.

Even if there were regrets, they no longer held any meaning.

"Is that so…… it's all already happened, heh."

Elisa gave a somewhat bleak little laugh, curled her legs up inside the coffin, and hugged them tightly to her chest.

After a silence, Elisa raised her head to look at Herbert, gave a mocking little laugh, and asked: "So, how should I address you now? My lord? Or…… Master?"

You existence who has taken everything from me—how do you now wish me to address you?

"Oh?"

Herbert, seemingly not catching the mockery in her words, nodded in delight and sighed with feeling: "This obedient? I thought I'd have to waste a lot more breath."

"As for how you want to address me? That's your freedom, suit yourself, no need to be too formal."

"My lord is fine, Master is fine too—as long as you feel it's fine, I can accept either."

"Of course, even if you still call me Herbert, I won't leave you unanswered…… suit yourself."

In Elisa's eyes, Herbert at this moment looked exactly like a shameless villain whose plot had succeeded.

Getting the advantage and still playing innocent.

Utterly brazen!

This really is too much!

"Hoo…"

After another while, Elisha closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly, her expression shifting from anger to calm.

She opened her eyes, a deep stillness within them, as if she had already completely walked out of her previous state.

"You'd better just tell me. No matter exactly what happened, I need to know what actually happened."

She lowered her head slightly toward Herbert and said respectfully, "Lord Herbert, no… my master!"

"I can submit to you, become your maid, but in exchange, please tell me the truth."

"I want to know what actually happened?"

The resigned vampire Young Lady put on an especially humble act, the picture of meek submission, finally lowering her head — if one ignored the way her jaw was clenched tight.

Submission (gnashing teeth). JPG

Conceded, but not fully conceded.

Herbert did not answer directly, but after observing her carefully for a moment, teased, "Tsk tsk tsk. Although you're saying submission with your mouth, from the look of you, it seems something in your heart isn't quite convinced."

"Strange, could that be my imagination?"

Creak.

The sound of teeth grinding against each other rang out in the darkness, unclear from whose mouth it came.

"…"

Head lowered below, her body trembled slightly, nearly failing to keep her emotions in check.

This guy… tsk!

But just before she was about to completely erupt, Herbert, as if slightly bored, withdrew his gaze and began speaking in a drawn-out tone:

"Well, although it seems you still have other thoughts in your heart, actually telling you the truth wouldn't hurt."

Here it comes.

"You must be very curious about what those things drawn on your legs are?"

"You guessed right — they are characters."

Herbert squatted beside the coffin, both hands gripping its edge, smiling as he watched Elisha's micro-expressions, and helpfully added:

"Moreover, they are characters used for counting. You can simply understand it as: every stroke written adds one to the count."

Elisha: For counting?

"You, you…"

Elisha's eyes went wide as she stared at Herbert in shock, watching him nod seriously.

???

She snapped her mouth shut, clenching her silver teeth even tighter, with such force that they nearly cracked.

You you you you — not only did you do it, you recorded every single time?

Every time, one stroke?

Although Elisha wasn't sure exactly how many strokes those "正" characters added up to in total, it was definitely more than twenty or thirty…

How long was I unconscious!!?

How long did you actually bury yourself in doing it?

And that wasn't even the worst part.

What truly pushed Elisha toward a breakdown was that she couldn't control her overly vivid imagination.

That's right, this is the trouble of having too good an imagination.

In Elisha's mind, all sorts of indescribable images began uncontrollably surfacing one after another.

Without Herbert needing to say more, her brain automatically filled in all kinds of details, vividly depicting her miserable self being casually manhandled by Herbert while unconscious.

Before she knew it, her legs had pressed even tighter together.

"Are you imagining things?"

Herbert's curious inquiry snapped Elisha back to her senses with a jolt, her body shuddering sharply.

!!!

"I-I wasn't!"

Elisha protested without any conviction, then glared at Herbert in annoyance, biting hard on her own lip.

"You…"

Elisha racked her brains, searching for a long while without finding any words to describe Herbert as the beast he was, and finally only managed to squeeze out a toothless rebuke.

"You, you damned beast!"

As a princess of a fallen kingdom raised in the inner chambers, she had been turned into a vampire by her "father" before she came of age.

Such an experience meant she had never had the chance to come into contact with particularly vulgar language, making her vocabulary for cursing others truly rather touching.

If one had to say, what she used to hear more of were the wails and pleas of certain people before death; genuine cursing was pitifully scarce.

Not everyone has the courage to throw away the chance to beg at the very end of life in favor of angry curses; most people cannot face death calmly, and will humbly pray until the very last moment.

And Herbert, listening to Elisha's cursing that was barely stronger than acting cute, couldn't hold his expression together and burst out laughing.

"Pfft, hahahaha!"

He slapped the edge of the coffin in uncontrollable mirth, and it took considerable effort to straighten his back and stand up again.

Elisha was a little puzzled by his reaction, and asked with a frown, "…What are you laughing at? Is there anything funny about what I said?"

Herbert waved his hand, laughed for quite a while longer, nearly laughing himself into a cough, and finally gave himself a light slap to recover.

He calmed down, looked at the vampire Young Lady crouching in the corner of the coffin with a thoroughly bewildered face, pursed his lips, and nearly failed to hold it together again.

"Cough, cough! Mm."

He cleared his throat, looked into Elisha's eyes, and said seriously, "No, you misunderstand. What you said isn't funny, but you as a person are rather funny."

Elizabeth:?

You've insulted my body—now are you going to insult my dignity too?

"What did you say?!"

Elizabeth was furious, but Herbert still grinned without letting up.

"Of course I'm laughing at you—how naive are you? So… cute?"

Hm?

Cute?

The furious vampire froze, blinking in confusion.

He called me cute?

While she was stunned, Herbert continued: "You're really adorable for being so foolish. I was just joking earlier! You didn't actually believe me, did you?"

"No way. No way?"

The boy winked playfully at the vampire Young Lady and teased:

"Young Lady, I understand you've been lonely for a long time, and you're at this age—I get it. But please, don't confuse fantasy with reality."

"I don't know what scenes you've imagined in your head, but they're probably just your own… fantasy~"

"Maybe in your fantasy, I did all sorts of unspeakable things to you—but in reality, I'm still pure… well, so are you."

No further explanation was needed—the pure holy mark on his wrist flashed briefly, enough to prove Herbert's "immaculate purity."

Elizabeth was utterly stunned.

"You… me? Hm?"

Only now, in complete disarray, did Elizabeth finally realize the most critical issue.

She examined herself meticulously, repeatedly, inside and out—and found no change whatsoever in her body.

Nothing new had appeared except the words on her legs—no extra aura, nothing.

Truly nothing.

"Ah, this…"

Elizabeth's eyes widened in shock, her bare foot, stripped of its silk stocking, clenched tightly against the coffin.

This is so embarrassing!

What on earth was I worrying about before?

And furthermore!

Doesn't this mean all my humble, suffering performances were exposed to his eyes?!?!

In his eyes, was I just acting like some kind of court jester?

"Looks like you've finally realized the problem."

Herbert nodded, approving her realization—and gave a thumbs-up.

"Yes, I knew you were acting… that's why I said you're foolishly cute."

Perfect.

I like kids like you—simple-minded, easy to fool, easy to tease.

After mocking her, Herbert added with "kindness": "Also, when pretending to submit, remember to suppress your killing intent."

He watched the vampire's eyes instantly turn cold, then shrugged easily.

"Even if you don't plan to kill me, just want to beat me up for revenge—still, let's skip that."

When Elizabeth humbly called him "Master" earlier, Herbert hadn't found it amusing at all.

Because he'd felt intense killing intent!

It wouldn't kill him—but it would definitely leave him half-dead… scary.

What kind of maid wants to brutally beat her own Master?

Maybe such a maid is popular among some groups—but sorry, I'm not part of that audience.

"You're a masochist. I'm not."

The boy chuckled mockingly, spreading his hands: "If I had to choose, I'd definitely be the one doing the dominating."

Bro, wanna play SM? I'll pretend to be the S and whip you to death. JPG

"I… I didn't!"

Recalling her own actions just now, Elizabeth felt more and more ashamed. Without thinking, she covered her face with both hands.

All her secret thoughts had been laid bare before him.

Not that! Not that!!! —

Wait!

As Elizabeth was collapsing, a flash of insight struck her mind—a crucial point.

"Wait! What about what you just said—telling me to accept my fate?"

She recalled her conversation with Herbert—he'd deliberately steered the topic toward that direction!

Yes!

It's not my overactive imagination—it's you who deliberately misled me!

But just as Elizabeth thought she'd caught him in a logical flaw and finally turned the tables, she saw the guy blink at her strangely.

"Huh?"

The white-haired boy, whose body glowed with pure light from the activated holy mark, tilted his head innocently and replied:

"What are you asking about? Of course—the 'sin' you committed back then."

"You're the prisoner. I'm the warden. I told you to confess, to accept reform… what's wrong with that?"

He was like an ignorant child thirsting for knowledge, asking Elisa questions with an utterly sincere expression.

Elisa: "……"

(End of this chapter)