The Vampire Eldest Miss Thinks I Like Her 128

Chapter 128: Second Nature

In that moment, as she met Jasmine’s gaze, the head maid felt a surge of fear. She had to admit, she was intimidated by those black eyes. But her master’s orders were absolute. The patriarch had given a command, and she had to obey.

She extended her sharp fingernails, lunging towards Jasmine.

Simultaneously, the other low-ranking vampire maids, following her lead, pounced on Jasmine, ready to tear her apart, to make her scream.

They knew that the young mistress doted on this human maid, even taking her from Blake Castle and keeping her by her side for all these years. But even if they tore her to shreds, the young mistress couldn’t punish them. After all, this was the order of the young mistress’s father, the Blake patriarch.

Facing their attack, Jasmine stood motionless, her expression unchanged.

The head maid, seeing Jasmine’s lack of reaction, thought, I was overthinking it. She’s just a human. Those black eyes are just… unsettling. That’s why I remembered what the previous head maid said.

No matter how she looked at it, Jasmine was just an ordinary human. A weak and helpless human.

The head maid relaxed. But the next moment, Jasmine vanished. She blinked, confused, then she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, and everything went black.

Having knocked out all the low-ranking vampire maids in an instant, Jasmine dusted her hands, as if removing nonexistent dirt. She had become more merciful, embracing Adele’s ideals of peaceful coexistence between humans and other races. Otherwise, she would have killed these vampires who dared to attack her, not simply putting them to sleep.

She turned and ran towards the study, her nose catching a whiff of blood. The scent was coming from the Blake patriarch’s study. Worried, she increased her speed.

But when she opened the door, she saw Adele and the Blake patriarch facing each other. Adele’s clothes were slightly disheveled, but she was still unharmed. The Blake patriarch, however, had several scratches on his body.

Jasmine paused. Both vampires turned to look at her. Realizing that Adele had the upper hand, Jasmine decided she didn’t need to intervene. She looked at Adele, but before Adele could speak, the Blake patriarch shouted, “What are you doing here?! Someone!”

To prevent anyone from hearing his call for help, Jasmine quickly closed the door and entered the room.

With a flick of her wrist, threads shot out, binding the Blake patriarch, even gagging him. He collapsed on the floor, a helpless black mummy. Seeing her father in such a state, Adele was speechless.

“What happened?” Jasmine asked, turning to Adele.

Adele smoothed her clothes, ensuring that she still looked presentable, then she sat down on the sofa. She gestured for Jasmine to pour her some tea. Jasmine, using the tea set in the Blake patriarch’s study, brewed the tea, then she took out an artificial blood sugar cube from her pocket, adding it to Adele’s cup and stirring it gently.

As Jasmine placed the cup on the coffee table, Adele was smoothing her hair. She paused, picked up the cup, and took a sip. After calming down, she sighed. “It seems the Council of Elders has discovered what I’ve been doing. There must be a traitor.”

This confirmed Jasmine’s suspicions. She nodded, then she and Adele, as if the Blake patriarch wasn’t even there, started discussing who the traitor might be.

This gave the Blake patriarch a false sense of hope. He stared at them, his eyes narrowed, then, taking advantage of their distraction, he transformed into a swarm of bats, attempting to escape.

But it was futile. After all, he was facing Jasmine, the most powerful being on Earth. Her threads were not only incredibly strong, but also incredibly agile. As he transformed, the single thread exploded into countless tiny threads, ensnaring the bats and pinning them to the floor.

Jasmine stood up and approached the trapped bats, her cold, black eyes reflecting their frantic movements.

She couldn’t help but poke one of the bats with her finger. It was quite fluffy. Perhaps in a few hundred years, Adele would also learn this ability, maybe even transforming into a large, plump bat that Jasmine could cuddle.

The bat she had poked squeaked angrily, struggling against its bonds, but the threads held firm. After a while, it gave up, its movements ceasing.

Honestly, the fact that vampires could transform into bats to escape wasn’t surprising to Jasmine. It was a classic vampire trope in movies, TV shows, and anime from her previous world. They could also transform into rats, spiders, and other creatures. Jasmine had been prepared for this.

But she hadn’t seen any vampires use this ability in all the years she had been in this world. This was the first time. She guessed that it wasn’t a common ability, only accessible to vampires with a certain level of power. The vampires she had encountered before, including the White heir, hadn’t possessed this ability.

The Blake patriarch, however, was the head of one of the Thirteen Clans, one of the most powerful vampires in society. It was no surprise that he possessed this ability. Perhaps he had other tricks up his sleeve as well.

After a while, Jasmine loosened her grip on the threads, and the bats coalesced, reforming into the Blake patriarch. He was breathing heavily, clearly exhausted by the transformation.

Jasmine returned to her seat, seeing the disbelief on Adele’s face. Why didn’t my father teach me this ability? After Jasmine sat down, Adele cleared her throat and continued, “Father was going to tie me up and take me to the Council of Elders, but I refused. We had a disagreement, and then we fought. He wasn’t paying attention, so I managed to injure him. He even bled a little.”

It sounded incredible. After all, Adele was just a young vampire, not even a hundred years old, while the Blake patriarch was an ancient being. Logically, Adele would have been the one injured and bleeding. And vampires had a keen sense of smell. There were so many vampires in Blake Castle. They would have surely smelled the blood. But since the scent was coming from the patriarch’s study, everyone would assume that it was Adele who was injured, not the patriarch.

Everyone in the castle probably knew that Adele was going to be imprisoned upon her return. The Second Miss’s hesitant expression earlier now made sense.

Adele is truly strong. As expected of the girl I raised.

“So, who’s the traitor?”

Adele shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Jasmine stood up again and approached the Blake patriarch, who was probably rarely in such a state of disarray. He stared at Jasmine, his eyes filled with hatred and fear, unable to comprehend her power.

Jasmine guessed that he probably thought she was some kind of monster disguised as a human, that Adele’s human maid, Jasmine, had been replaced by something else. After all, the human named Jasmine had been brought from the childcare institution by Adele under the watchful eyes of the Blake couple. She had been undeniably human.

Not like this… this creature who could manipulate strange threads…

Seeing his expression, Jasmine knew that he wouldn’t reveal the traitor’s identity. But it didn’t matter. If he wouldn’t tell her, she would find out herself. She searched his study, easily bypassing the traps and mechanisms he had so proudly devised.

She quickly found the letter from the Council of Elders and brought it to Adele.

The Blake patriarch had watched the entire process. Initially, he had been dismissive, believing that Jasmine could never find his hidden letter. Then he had become anxious, seeing Jasmine’s confident demeanor. And finally, he was filled with disbelief as Jasmine, with ease, located the letter.

He remembered the countless nights he had spent creating those traps and mechanisms, paranoid about someone discovering his correspondence. Even his most trusted subordinates had thought he was being ridiculous. Who could possibly breach Blake Castle’s security, enter his study, and read his letters?

But for some reason, he had been worried. And now he realized: his worries had been justified. Look! This woman had just found his secret letter!

Jasmine, sensing his gaze, turned to look at him, then, as he watched in horror, she smiled triumphantly.

After all these years of playing cat and mouse with the Blake patriarch in his study, she knew exactly where he would hide his letters and what kind of traps he would use. It was second nature to her. She turned to Adele. “So, who’s the traitor?”

Adele’s expression remained neutral, but her answer was both unexpected and unsurprising. It wasn’t anyone from their territory, nor was it one of their informants.

“It’s… the one from the airship company.”

Jasmine gasped. Ah, the vampire traitor.