Chapter 43: "The Glamorous Birthday Feast-1"

"Ahhh… Sigmund! Ahhhh!" Ivory couldn't help but moan because of the sensation and pain she was feeling as her Vampire Servant dominated her.

With force, Sigmund placed his left hand on Ivory's mouth to cover it and prevent anyone from hearing her, while his right arm embraced her waist tightly as he continued sucking her blood.

The Vampire was firm on his decision not to let Ivory expose too much of her skin. When he was not yet satisfied with a single bite mark, he grazed his lips to the other shoulder and bit her again.

"Sigmund… Ahhh… Please… stop…" she murmured. "The blood will stain the gown…"

"Shut up," he responded and held her mouth more tightly. He did not mind her and instead placed another one on her neck.

Blood dripped from her fair skin, but Sigmund was always fast enough to catch the drops with his swift, coarse tongue.

When Ivory felt the pain and pleasure mixing up inside of her, her tears fell from her cheeks. Not because she disliked it, but because his rough bites actually hurt her.

Feeling his Master's tears on his fingers, he licked her one last time, "Let's see if you can go tomorrow without covering your shoulders and neck…" and he finally let go of her.

But when he stepped back, he saw his three deep bite marks fade slowly in her moonlit skin!

"What the f*ck-" Sigmund widened his eyes. "Ivory, you purposely healed yourself, didn't you?"

Ivory turned to face him. Sigmund saw her light blue irises glow, but it quickly disappeared, so he thought he was just mistaken.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Ivory asked him.

"You just healed yourself. I bit you, but the wounds are gone now."

"Really?!" She was delighted. Not only because she could wear the gown tomorrow, but it also has been a long while since she healed herself. She wanted to master everything about her own mana soon and use her healing ability for other people. And of course, she wanted to be of use to her beloved Servant.

Sigmund wanted to be happy for her that she healed herself, but somewhere deep inside of him, he was irritated because she could wear the off-shoulder gown at Lucius' birthday feast tomorrow.

"Do whatever you want," he said. "Turn around," he made Ivory turn her back on him and unfasten the back of the dress. "And go to sleep, dimwit. You'll be the ugliest of all the ugly people tomorrow if you sleep late."

Sigmund was in a bad mood, nevertheless he sat beside Ivory as she laid down to sleep on her bed. To lighten up his mood, he extended his left arm and played with his Master's long and silky silver hair strands, and as the round moon gave light to the attic, he imagined Ivory wearing the off-shoulder blue gown. He was certain that she would be the most beautiful woman in the party, but he didn't want other people to notice her beauty.

…

The next morning, Megalia City became livelier with several incoming intricately-designed horse-drawn carriages. To celebrate the birthday of the only heir to the Goldwine clan, the grand party would be held the whole day. Noble men and women from all over the Kingdom of Destinia, who were close to the General, were invited.

Everyone wore fancy clothes and brought expensive gifts for the young man. Lucius stood by the entrance of the mansion's wide dance hall, which was quickly renovated because of the damage he did before. It was a big hall with two candle lit chandeliers on the ceiling, a polished oakwood floor, and embellished curtains on the edges.

Wearing a steel blue three-piece set of coat, waistcoat, and breeches with elegant gold embroidery, which showed his high status in the kingdom, Lucius greeted the guests with a warm smile.

"Lucius, happy birthday!" Arcea exclaimed, as she extended her arms to turn over a box wrapped with colorful handmade paper. She was wearing a two-colored yellow and white long-sleeved ball gown with buttons on the bust paired with a mini laurel wreath with pearls dangling on the sides and a sun dangling on her forehead.

"Thanks, Arcea," he then gave the gift to his butler and placed it on the gifts' table. "Are you alone?" he asked her and glanced at the large double doors.

"Are you looking for Ivory?" Arcea giggled. "Oh, Lucius, you… Why don't you admit it? You like her, don't you?"

Lucius chuckled, "I told you multiple times already. I don't-"

"Lucius, Arcea! Hello!"

The two of them, as well as the other nobles inside the room, widened their eyes in awe as they saw the silver-haired woman enter the dance hall who was wearing an off-the-shoulder, navy-blue ball gown, which featured an embroidered white lace along the bust and sleeves, and a knotted ribbon with a faux crystal on the center was placed in the middle part of the chest. It was paired with the moon necklace Lucius had given her, and her straight, waist-long hair was neatly combed.

Sigmund walked beside her, looking differently. He was only wearing hooded arm sleeves, abs exposed, and pants with a long waist cape. His dark blue outfit had gold streaks on the edges.

They approached them. "Happy birthday, Lucius! Please accept my simple gift," Ivory gave him a small wooden box.

When Lucius opened it, he saw a beaded bracelet. The circular, wooden beads were colored red of different sizes and hues, and they seemed to be polished roughly. "Thank you," he uttered. "Where did you buy it?"

"Oh, I… I made it at home."

"Really? This can pass as jewelry if you sell this in Alpharion City," He took out the bracelet from the box and wore it. "I like it very much, Ivory. Thank you so much."

"Yay, I'm happy you like it!" Ivory beamed.

"We all look different today," Arcea chuckled. "Ivory looked like a princess, and Sigmund looked like a Servant."

"Well, excuse me, but I am a Servant," Sigmund responded with a frown.

Ivory glanced at Sigmund, who just stood there and only responded when Arcea talked about it. It seemed like he was in a bad mood ever since this morning, and it was as if his mind had been wandering off.

"Sigmund looks so good in it, right? My mother said that the other guests might dress their Servants formally too, so she made it in secret. It was my dad's old robe modified."

"Now that I think about it, Sigmund has a nice body," Arcea said as she pointed at Sigmund's abs. "If I were you, you should use him fully as a body pillow. Does he lay next to you when you sleep at night?"

Ivory's cheeks turned red as a tomato, "What are you saying, Arcea?"

"What? Why are you being shy?" She laughed a little, "It's only a ridiculous joke! He's your Servant anyway, so he won't do anything that you won't like. Besides, they are pure entities. Even if he's stubborn, I'm sure he won't feel desire or lust for you. Servants do not sin, do not love, and…" she continued with her little lecture as if she was an Educator.

Ivory didn't know why, but hearing these things from her friend had hurt her. She had no idea about how hard it was for her to stop falling for her Vampire Servant. She felt the pain in her heart as if it was constricted with thorny vines.

The observant Lucius saw Ivory's eyes get watery, as she forced herself to listen to Arcea. And when he peered at her reactions, he already knew, it might be too late for him to stop her from committing a taboo of falling for her Servant.

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