Chapter 133: What Only Adele Could Do
Strangely, Jasmine felt a pang of sympathy. Perhaps because this woman was Adele’s grandmother. She shook her head. “Mr. White said that if I killed him, I should spare his sister.”
Lady Blake was stunned. “You agreed to his request?”
“I didn’t.” Jasmine would never agree to such a thing. But she still chose to spare Lady Blake. “Go,” she said.
Lady Blake’s expression was complex. “You’re just… letting me go?” Jasmine nodded. Facing Adele’s grandmother, she was surprisingly talkative. “You can’t do anything anyway. You’re too old. And from the look on your face, you don’t even want to live anymore. Don’t do anything evil. If you do, I’ll kill you.”
Lady Blake chuckled bitterly. “You see right through me.”
Jasmine didn’t reply. She turned to leave. Lady Blake called out, “Where are you going?”
Jasmine looked back at her. “Back to my lover.” She didn’t need to explain. Lady Blake knew who she was referring to. Lady Blake’s expression was unreadable, but her thoughts were irrelevant to Jasmine.
As she had said, she was returning to her lover.
Jasmine was fast. Although she was covered in dirt and debris from the battle, she still managed to reach Adele’s territory before sunrise. From afar, she saw Adele waiting for her at the door, just like before.
Back then, it had been sunset. Now, it was almost sunrise. The sky was already tinged with the faintest hint of light. Adele, wearing a thin nightgown, stood at the door, and the moment she saw Jasmine, she ran towards her, just like before.
The faint light, filtered through the morning mist, was still dangerous for Adele. Jasmine didn’t want her to be harmed, so she stepped forward, catching Adele in her arms and retreating into the shadows.
Her movements transferred some of the dirt and debris onto Adele, but Adele didn’t care. She reached up and kissed Jasmine, her kiss urgent and desperate, ignoring the servant who emerged from the manor.
The servant, seeing them, was startled, then she quickly retreated, disappearing back into the manor.
After a long time, Adele finally released Jasmine. Jasmine noticed that Adele’s eyes were filled with tears. She looked so pitiful. Jasmine wiped Adele’s cheeks, her own hair, still damp with mud, brushing against Adele’s skin.
Jasmine’s clothes were also covered in dirt from the underground chamber, and their embrace had transferred some of it to Adele’s nightgown.
“You’re all dirty,” Jasmine said softly.
Adele cupped Jasmine’s face, her eyes scanning her from head to toe, then she said, “Jasmine, your hair is singed, and you’re covered in dirt.”
Adele was observant. Others might not have even noticed the singed strands of Jasmine’s hair.
Jasmine nodded. “Just a bit of singed hair.”
Adele turned and led her inside, their hands clasped. They walked through the manor, reaching Adele’s bedroom. Adele made Jasmine sit down, then she went to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with warm water. When it was full, she called Jasmine in.
Jasmine felt a twinge of guilt. She had snuck out while Adele was sleeping, and now she was back, covered in dirt and looking disheveled. She hadn’t expected to be so messy. Defeating the Elders hadn’t been difficult, but escaping from the underground chamber had left her looking like a disaster.
Feeling guilty, she obeyed Adele’s every command, even undressing in front of her and settling into the bathtub. Adele wanted to help her bathe, but she was terrible at taking care of others. She scooped up a ladleful of water and poured it over Jasmine’s head, washing away the dirt from her hair, but also making the bathwater murky.
Adele pursed her lips, her expression unhappy. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn’t hold them back any longer. They rolled down her cheeks, splashing into the bathwater. Jasmine panicked. She didn’t know what was wrong, but she knew that Adele was crying because of her.
She scooped up some warm water and gently wiped Adele’s tears. “Adele, don’t cry. I’m back, safe and sound.”
But Adele continued to cry, her voice choked with sobs. “Jasmine, I’m so useless. I can’t help you. I couldn’t go to the capital with you. I can’t even bathe you properly!” She looked so pitiful, so heartbroken. Jasmine felt a pang of sympathy. She kissed Adele’s eyelids, wiping away her tears.
Vampire tears tasted the same as human tears, slightly salty.
Before Adele could even blush, Jasmine comforted her, “You’ve done so much, Adele. You’re amazing. There are so many things I can’t do that you’re doing.”
Jasmine rarely spoke such sweet words, and Adele was stunned, her tears ceasing. But then she asked, “What… what can’t you do, Jasmine?” In Adele’s mind, Jasmine was incredible. A human with the power of a god… If that wasn’t incredible, what was?
Moreover, Jasmine’s noble character, her unwavering belief in protecting the weak, and her brilliant ideas… they all made Adele admire her. So, after Jasmine’s comforting words, Adele couldn’t help but ask.
Jasmine chuckled. She was supposed to be an ice queen, but around Adele, she found it easy to smile. “There are many things I can’t do,” she said softly. “For example, if I had to manage the farm, it would be a disaster.” She meant it. After all, she was a master of laziness. She was too lazy to even take care of herself. How could she possibly manage a farm?
And Adele’s territory was so vast. If Jasmine were in charge, it would be a complete mess.
“And there are many things only you can do,” Jasmine continued. “For example, the next step in our plan… dismantling the vampires’ current system. That’s your task.” All Jasmine could do was use brute force to overthrow the Council of Elders. But if the concept of the Council of Elders still existed in the vampires’ minds, they could simply elect new clan heads as elders, forming a new Council.
Thanks to Adele and Jasmine’s efforts over the past few years, the Council of Elders’ influence had already diminished significantly. And the nobles had realized that the Council was hindering their interests, even exploiting them. In this situation, they wouldn’t allow a new Council to be established.
But without the Council of Elders’ leadership, vampires were essentially a disorganized mob. How could they possibly fight the Human Resistance Army?
Adele wiped away her tears and nodded resolutely. She would take care of this. She didn’t cause any more trouble, and without her “help,” Jasmine quickly finished her bath and returned to the bedroom.
After Jasmine finished bathing, Adele also went to bathe. She emerged with her hair dripping wet. Jasmine suddenly thought: What if I had let her bathe me? And then made her dry my hair? How would she have handled it?
She would have been flustered, unsure where to put the towel, how to dry Jasmine’s hair properly. Adele, who couldn’t even dry her own hair, wanting to bathe and dry Jasmine’s hair… that was too much to ask of her. Jasmine suppressed a smile and patted the space beside her, inviting Adele to come closer. She would dry Adele’s hair for her.
Adele obediently sat beside her, leaning her head against Jasmine’s lap, as docile as a cat.
The next few days were peaceful and enjoyable for Adele, but this tranquility wouldn’t last. Adele’s informants reported that the Thirteen Clans, having lost contact with the Council of Elders due to the incident in the capital, were planning to hold a meeting to elect new elders.
Adele, twirling a strand of hair, knew it was time for her to make her move. Before leaving the territory, she summoned the Commander and the other leaders, informing them that the vampire army was approaching. Because the Council of Elders was out of contact, the army hadn’t received orders to retreat. They were still marching towards Adele’s territory.
The Commander nodded, her expression calm. She said to Adele, “You won’t blame me if I bury those vampires at the gates of your territory, right?”
“Of course not.” Adele shook her head. She wouldn’t shed a tear for those vampires. She knew that in their eyes, this was just a routine suppression, a simple task of crushing the weak. She had no sympathy for those who sought to oppress others.
The Commander smiled. She had come to respect Adele, her ideals, and her leadership. Adele was a true vampire, one who cared about other races, and her convictions hadn’t wavered in all these years. She even expressed concern for Adele. “Take care.”
“I will.”
Adele, as always, departed with only Jasmine, a suitcase in hand. They didn’t know the exact location of the meeting. Adele’s informants weren’t that well-connected. But Miss White, eager to help, sent Adele a message using magic, informing her that the meeting would be held at White Castle.
It made sense. After all, the White family was the most powerful clan. Jasmine swept Adele into her arms, and like a bird soaring under the moonlight, they sped towards White Castle. It was time for Adele to take center stage.
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