Chapter 2: Vampire Bride Weiluona (Please follow and read!)

Fragments of cloth flew everywhere, a young girl's scream and a man's wanton laughter instantly echoing through this room.

The man knew very well that this might be his last revelry before death! As the man tore away relentlessly, in an instant the woman was stripped into a tantalizing white lamb, half-concealed and half-revealed, adding even more allure.

The young girl was now powerless to struggle, tears of despair wetting her eyes as she murmured lifelessly, "Merciful Lord! I am Your devout believer—why have You let me suffer such torment?"

The young girl was not only the first-in-line heir of Transylvania, but also a devout believer of the Roman Holy Court.

In Transylvania, she had always been synonymous with beauty and dignity, and her temperament had always been one of detachment from worldly strife.

Naive as she was, she had even considered yielding her throne to her older brother—yet the despairing and helpless young girl had already abandoned her prayers to the gods, for she now clearly realized that praying to the so-called deities was utterly useless.

Watching her nauseating brother cut through the ropes and move to part her pale legs, her heart filled with despair, and she could not help but cry out, "Can anyone save me! I am willing to give everything I have!"

"Pfft! Ugh!"

The man's eyes widened as he watched the sword tip pierce through from his chest, blood continuously dripping.

"Heh heh heh~"

Violent gasps mingled with the fear of death as blood surged up from his mouth.

With difficulty he turned his head—red armor, a black cloak—and when he made out the man who had suddenly appeared behind him, his pupils contracted and then dilated.

"The Impaling Grand Duke! Fulade!" The man spoke, and instantly dropped dead.

"This—this was so fast!"

The young girl stared blankly at the scene before her, feeling that her mind could barely keep up, her cherry lips parted wide, looking utterly adorable.

Only when she noticed the man looking toward her did the young girl finally snap back to her senses.

The young girl who had witnessed all this felt no fear whatsoever; instead, she stared straight at the valiant man who had suddenly appeared to save her from dire peril, a glimmer of infatuation gradually flashing through her eyes.

Her heart, originally utterly calm toward men, now began to pound 'thump thump' as she faced this man who had appeared so abruptly.

Fulade looked at the delicate young girl before him—completely naked, her face gradually flushing, her breathing suddenly growing rapid—and could not help but find it greatly amusing.

Stepping past the man's corpse, he slowly crouched down, reached out, and gently lifted the young girl's smooth, pale chin, studying her carefully.

Facing Fulade's domineering and frivolous behavior, the young girl's eyelashes trembled lightly and her body gradually stiffened.

Right now, she was all too aware of how alluring her current state was.

Yet facing the man's unreasonable behavior, the young girl, for some reason, felt a trace of elation mixed within her shame.

Confronted with this situation, the young girl's gaze grew even more flustered and ashamed, as though caught in a bizarre loop.

At this moment, Fulade looked at the tall, alluring long-black-haired young girl before him—her formerly elegant and dignified aura now completely gone, replaced only by the charming, flushed demeanor of a young maiden.

"What you said earlier—is it true?"

Hearing the words by her ear, the young girl was first bewildered.

But she quickly understood the meaning, and facing the man who had saved her in her moment of despair, the young girl nodded without hesitation.

"Naturally it is true. I am willing to give everything I have!" the young girl's voice was somewhat hoarse as she spoke with a resolute gaze.

Facing this man who had suddenly appeared to save her when she was filled with despair and helplessness, the young girl, for some reason, firmly believed that this man was the prince she had always dreamed of.

This feeling was deeply mysterious, yet very real.

The corners of Fulade's mouth turned up slightly. Releasing the young girl's chin, his fingers slowly slid down her slender neck: "Your name."

"I—my name is Weiluona," the long-black-haired young girl said, her voice trembling lightly.

At this moment, under the man's domineering gaze and the touch of his fingers gently gliding over her, she was extremely sensitive and ashamed, completely devoid of her usual aloofness and dignity.

Her body trembled involuntarily, and an unprecedented sense of being conquered continuously stimulated her nerves.

For a moment, she—whose life had been plain and dull—fell into a strange state of trembling.

This peculiar psychological stimulation made her feel a wave of bewilderment, along with a faint yearning that arose from deep within.

Fulade naturally also noticed Weiluona's current state, a glimmer of understanding showing in his eyes.

However, at this moment, Fulade fell into deep thought because of the young girl's appearance and name.

Simply because this image and name of the young girl gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

As he sifted through the memories in his mind, Fulade could not help but bizarrely widen his eyes.

Because he now knew why he had found this young girl so familiar.

Fanhaixin! The name of a movie suddenly surfaced in Fulade's mind.

The young girl before him was the eldest of the three stunning Vampire Brides of the vampire Dracula: Weiluona! Wasn't this the world of Dracula's first year? Just as Fulade was spacing out over his discovery—

"C—could you untie the ropes on my hands first?" Weiluona, still a long-black-haired young girl at this point, said in a soft, trembling voice, her eyes hazy and her face flushed with shyness.

Fulade, having returned to his senses, did not think further and first untied the young girl's ropes.

Weiluona stood up, extending her slender arms to cover her crucial areas, and said with a shy, flushed face, "I—I still don't know what to call you."

Fulade looked at the young girl before him, at once ethereal and alluring, and said casually:

"Just call me Master."

"Ah~?!!"

The young girl parted her small mouth wide, first confused, then shocked.

Fulade stepped forward, his strong, upright bearing carrying a commanding presence as he closed in on Weiluona.

He swept the young girl's tall, pale, delicate figure into his arms and declared with imposing dominance, "You're unwilling!"

Weiluona, for some reason, felt the young girl's body instantly go numb and tingly when facing Fulade.

A tremor arising from deep within surged up, and Weiluona said softly, "I am willing."

Only after finishing did Weiluona snap back to her senses, and a wave of shame immediately rose up, as though she no longer recognized herself at this moment.

"How could this be! Why is it that when I see him, I feel like I'm no longer myself?"

Though somewhat tongue-twisting, it was indeed so—as if it were destined by fate.

Although Weiluona felt somewhat puzzled in her heart, for some reason, she felt a wave of relief and elation, as though this was how it should be.

"How strange," Weiluona thought to herself.

Seeing Weiluona bury her head in his embrace out of shyness, Fulade's mouth curled slightly.

Gazing at the dim sky outside the room, this world is truly getting more and more interesting!

Fresh blood stained the palace, the chaotic cries of battle still not having ceased even now.

For the battle-hardened soldiers of the Ottoman Empire, saying they came to suppress the rebellion is less accurate than saying they came to profit from war.

At present, only a small part of the chaos within the city is caused by the remaining resistance forces.

The real chaos, however, was caused by the Ottoman Empire's soldiers breaching the city, which allowed the lower-class ruffians taking advantage of the turmoil to profit.

Even the Ottoman Empire army under Fulade's command at least knows some rules.

Each time they captured a city, Commander Fulade allowed his soldiers to revel for a day, but forbade harming civilians, since civilians had little wealth anyway.

Yet by occupying ninety percent of a city, this not only broke the civilians' will to resist to the death, but also achieved the result of dividing the stubborn noble forces.

Moreover, Fulade's past brutal impalement tactics meant that, after he rose to fame, he rarely encountered stubborn resistance.

After all, no one wants to face a brutal Fulade.

This time was no exception! It also made Fulade the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, the most trusted chief general, and even directly appointed him as king of the Kingdom of Walachia.

After this suppression of the rebellion, it was time for Fulade to return and inherit the throne.

Walking through the palace of Transylvania, Fulade said to the nearby palace guards: 'Pass the order down, maintain order within the city, I want a perfect Transylvania!'

'Yes, my lord Fulade.'

The palace guards, with fervent reverence, bowed to Fulade and quickly departed.

He paid no heed to the beautiful maiden in tattered clothes behind Fulade.

Weiluona, hearing the attendant's call from behind, only then learned the man's name.

'You are the Impaling Duke, Fulade!' the girl exclaimed, her expression full of surprise.

'Huh? Didn't your brother just say that?' Fulade asked, raising an eyebrow.

The girl's gaze darted about nervously, stammering as she dared not look at Fulade.

Watching Weiluona's slender fingers fidgeting, her face flushed, she looked like a startled deer, flustered.

Fulade understood at once, never expecting that in Fanhaixin, the beautiful vampire bride who displayed such grandeur and confidence would have the bearing of a mature woman.

At this moment, she actually turned out like this—really, this won't do; it seems she needs proper training.

Fulaide gave a wicked smile: 'Interesting.'

Weiluona the girl looked puzzled at Fulaide, not knowing why he laughed, but the moment she saw Fulade smile, she inexplicably laughed as well.

(End of chapter)