Allure of The Night - Chapter 403: Third Sacrifice

Chapter 403: Third Sacrifice

The reason for Rosetta not knowing to ride a horse wasn’t that her parents didn’t allow her to ride a horse. Most of the vampiress from her society knew to ride one.

When Rosetta was young, a horse in the stable had kicked with its hind leg so hard that it had left fear in the back of her mind. Which was why, since that time, she approached horses with caution.

On the other hand, Alfie stared at Rosetta. The Marchioness would dip him in boiling water, if something bad happened to this young vampiress, once she would find out that he was the one to get the carriage around. He said,

“Milady, I don’t think it is safe to ride a carriage by yourself. It would be best for you to wait–“

“Rubbish! How hard is it to hold the reins? I have waited all my life for this moment,” Rosetta said to him, “I am seizing this moment. If someone asks, you can tell you don’t know. Now how do I get this thing moving?” She asked him with a straight face.

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Alfie pursed his lips for a moment before he started to explain to her, and she paid full attention, nodding every few seconds. Once he was done going through it, Rosetta moved the reins and touched the back of the horse, patting it, and he said, “Please be careful, milady!”

The mansion’s main gates opened, and soon Rosetta felt like it was the gates to her new life. She scolded the horses, “To the left!” Pulling the reins and manoeuvring the horses as the butler had told her.

Suddenly, Rosetta felt proud. Not because of her parent’s status or wealth but because of her. She felt goosebumps on her arms.

While on one side, Rosetta Hooke was on her way to meet Eve and Eugene at Meadow, on the other side, Marceline Moriarty was on the same way, but ahead of Rosetta.

Inside the moving carriage, Marceline stared at her reflection in the closed window. In a week, her face had dulled because of the continuous stress she had been going through. Her hair wasn’t as neat as it used to be, and her lips appeared colourless. There was also a subtle hint of darkness under her eyes because of the lack of sleep.

“You cried wolf, and took shelter, while I am the one who is suffering. This time I will not fail in causing the pain you have caused me, Genevieve. I will make you suffer,” Marceline whispered, and her eyes moved past her reflection, looking outside the window.

Marceline had finished cutting the tree branch with the dagger and leaving the rabbit bleeding in the snow. Now there were only two more things to do. As she continued to stare outside on her way to Meadow, a carriage passed in the opposite direction, which detoured from the road and rode into the forest.

“Adam, stop the carriage!” Marceline ordered, and the coachman quickly pulled the reins of the horses.

“Milady, here?”

Marceline got down from the carriage and ordered him, “Go back. I have a ride back to the mansion.” She threw a golden coin at the coachman, “If someone asks, I went to have tea with Miss Jennifer.”<novelnext></novelnext>

“Yes, milady,” the coachman bowed. He took the carriage and left the place.

Marceline looked left and right before walking the path which she had seen the carriage move in. As she walked on the snow-covered ground, she took careful steps while using her nose to pick up the scent. rove.om

‘Where is the human governess?’ Marceline had earlier asked the maid in her room.

‘Ms. Barlow? S–she, uh, she’s gone to her town, milady.’

‘Did she now,’ Marceline was delighted on hearing this. ‘Also another thing. Is her servant working now?’

The maid believed the young vampiress was only trying to make sure that the servant wasn’t wasting time here and answered, ‘He isn’t working now. He went along with Ms. Barlow to Meadow.’

In the present, Marceline continued dragging her bad foot on the snow as she walked. With her brother still attached to Eve, she knew she couldn’t snap the human’s neck. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t hurt and get rid of the ones who were close to the lowly woman.

After five minutes, the vampiress noticed the carriage parked in the deserted forest with its door open. She finally reached where the servant, who was close to Eve, sat on his heels while he dug out a plant.

Marceline looked around before noticing mud that wasn’t covered by the snow. Bending down, she took it in her hand and, in the other hand, held the dagger given by the witcher and moved carefully behind Eugene.

Eugene had finished digging out one plant, which he had placed on the side and was on digging out the second plant. When he picked both of them in his hand and turned around, suddenly he felt dust get into his eyes, which blurred his vision.

Marceline gripped the dagger, watching the servant drop plants in his hand and trying to clear his eyes. But the vampiress didn’t give him a chance to do it, and she pushed the dagger into his stomach.

“UGH!” Eugene screamed in the sharp pain he felt. He placed his hands on someone’s hands whom he couldn’t see, trying to pull out the dagger.

Marceline stared at the dagger, where the dagger didn’t glow as it had earlier. She pulled the dagger, making Eugene groan in pain with his hands covering the wound on his stomach. Blood drops from his wound fell on the white snow-covered ground. She used the dagger one more time by pushing it into his stomach in a new place.

“S–Stop it… please,” Eugene pleaded, he took a step backwards, and he fell on his back on the cold forest ground.

Marceline noticed the dagger in her hand glow, and a satisfied smile appeared on the vampiress’s lips. She turned around and walked away, leaving the servant to bleed to his death.