Chapter 11: Be More at Ease
The scene returns to the dining room, where low-level vampire maids bring out one delicious dish after another.
Tender and juicy top-grade Australian steak.
The 1982 Lafite red wine, said to have a total production of 240,000 bottles, but Chinese people can consume 1 million bottles in a year.
And other dazzling delicacies and snacks.
Just an ordinary meal was actually so extravagant!
Adele wiped her saliva.
She decided to properly criticize this decadent upper-class vampire lifestyle through tasting!
Adele immediately disregarded her girly restraint and began to feast.
Her knife and fork skills were also very poor, those who didn’t know might think she was using chopsticks.
In any case, her setting was originally equivalent to a girl from the slums, real and tenacious.
The Sequence Ones also liked to see her exhibit aspects unrelated to nobility and elegance.
They wouldn’t allow a Sequence Five to be on equal footing with them, imitating their behavior and manners.
With a bad taste, they would lightly drop a sentence or two.
Like “commoners should behave like commoners”.
Hard.
Fists were hard.
Sooner or later, she would make these Sequence Ones who looked down on others cry under her!
However, Hermione was probably an exception.
Because she wouldn’t look down on her.
Hermione only took a light sip of red wine, having no heart to enjoy the rest of the dishes, just quietly gazing at Adele across the table.
She looked like she was starving, her petite body actually able to stuff in so much food.
“Cough cough!”
The girl seemed to have choked a bit.
Her first reaction was actually to raise her head and shyly steal a glance at Hermione.
Hermione kept her expression unchanged and moved her ice-blue eyes away.
But in her heart, there was an unusual emotion jumping.
It seemed Adele cared a bit about her image in her heart?
If put in a simple abbreviation.
She… cared about her?
Hermione couldn’t help but take a few more sips of red wine, feeling the slightly sweet wine flowing between her tongue and mouth.
Hmph, it’s just the care of a lower-level vampire, what’s there to be happy about.
But although she said that, on the transparent glass.
It reflected Hermione’s lips curving up slightly.
“Eat slower, no one will rush you.”
“…Thank you, Hermione.”
Although Hermione generally didn’t mind Adele directly calling her name.
But at this moment, she couldn’t help but want to put on some airs.
To hide her subconscious care for Adele.
“Is this how Dorothy taught you?”
“To directly call our names, us royal vampires.”
Hearing this, Adele’s peach-colored eyes immediately appeared a bit timid.
Her knife and fork began to slide uneasily on the porcelain, making a not very pleasant sound.
“Then… Lady Hermione?”
“Barely acceptable.”
Although she said that, what really surfaced in Hermione’s heart at this moment was…
Oh no, I seem to be a bit happy!
She didn’t usually drink much, unlike some women who were addicted to alcohol.
But now she couldn’t help but drink a few more glasses.
If put in the ancient words of this eastern land, it should be called: floating a big white when it appears?
After finishing dinner, Hermione was the first to get up and leave.
Seeing this, Adele, like a small animal afraid of being abandoned by its owner.
Also hurriedly stood up from her seat.
Yet still reluctant to part with the dessert on the table.
Her little thief hand carefully hid a small cake.
Then she tightly followed Lady Hermione.
She didn’t say things like “wait for me”.
Because the girl understood, those who would wait would naturally wait.
Those who wouldn’t wait for you, no matter what, wouldn’t wait.
Hermione slowed her pace a little, her voice echoing in the empty corridor.
“Stay here tonight.”
“I’ll send you back to the academy tomorrow.”
“Yes…”
The two walked one in front and one behind, Hermione quickly arrived at the end of the corridor, to a training room specially set up for her.
Inside were many instruments and devices that looked impressive and extravagantly expensive just by looking at them.
Used to test Hermione’s various physical data and formulate a reasonable training plan for her.
To improve the intensity of magic and purity of magical power.
There was even a virtual combat system for Sequence Ones to engage in sparring as much as possible “peacefully” without harming the innocent and causing huge losses.
The reason Adele had an impression of this.
Was because in a plot of the original work.
She was precisely the witness of a sparring between Sequence Ones.
Or to be precise—she happened to be the prize.
Whoever won would have the right to dominate Adele.
Mm.
Fists were mm again!
Sooner or later, these arrogant Sequence Ones would pay the price!
Hermione went straight into the training room, leaving Adele at the door.
She thought Adele would tactfully leave and return to her room.
But an hour later, when Hermione came out of the training room panting, wiping the sweat from her face with a towel.
She found a soft and lovely petite figure hugging her knees in the corner by the door.
The girl seemed to have been waiting at the door for her.
Foolishly, waiting for her.
“…”
Hermione was momentarily at a loss for words.
Seeing Hermione come out, Adele’s originally lonely face flashed a moment of excitement.
But the girl quickly realized this was inappropriate.
So she suppressed her expression and stood up from her crouching position.
While patting the possible dust on her skirt.
“Hermione, you finished training.”
“…Why were you waiting for me here.”
Hermione’s tone was still cold.
As if no matter what Adele did, she didn’t care at all.
Adele also seemed to have long been accustomed to her attitude towards her, only lowering her head and shyly smiling.
“I… don’t have any good places to go anyway.”
“Staying by Hermione’s side, I might feel a bit more at ease.”
Hermione suddenly thought of her soft reaction in her arms.
And recalled how she was almost forcibly… by Celeste.
At this moment, her heart must be very fragile and in need of someone’s company and warmth.
Thinking of this, Hermione’s heart softened, and she actually reached out to stroke Adele’s cheek.
Maybe it was Hermione’s illusion.
She felt Adele seemed to actively rub against her palm.
Like a small beast that evoked pity and love, or a “pet”.
Hermione had never kept a small animal before.
But at this moment, she had the wild thought.
Of wanting to secretly hide Adele.
Keep her by her side.
What a strange idea, appearing in Hermione’s mind for less than a moment.
Before she hurriedly hid it deep in her thoughts.
Her newly changed sports bra was already soaked with sweat, her beautiful figure fully revealed, her tightly wrapped breasts presenting an amplitude that made people’s mouths dry.
“I… will go shower first.”
As a girl, one must understand the discomfort of sweat accumulating in the deep cleavage after exercise.
It would make one want to quickly take a cool shower or a hot bath.
Of course, Adele might not have the condition to experience this.
Adele: Curse more!
But this didn’t affect Adele’s words from slipping out.
“Do, do you need me to accompany you, Hermione.”
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