The stepmother's rage made Elena's lips curl up. [Margaret's Sanity Value -0.1] [Margaret's Sanity Value -0.1] "Why are you staring at me and smiling like that? Such a sick and twisted smile!" Margaret asked viciously.
"I was just wondering, Aunt, why you didn't get angry when I was alone, but you flew into a rage when you found out I hadn't seen Alucard?"
"That's because you two are very impolite! When you were alone, I thought Alucard just had something to do and left you for a while, but it's obvious that's not the case." Margaret bared her teeth and said, "Your rudeness has tarnished the nobility of vampires!"
Elena held her skirt and bowed gracefully, "I'm sorry, Aunt. You've forgotten that I'm not a vampire yet."
Margaret was stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing that the Elena in front of her was different from what she had originally thought. "Yes, yes. But don't forget, you're a princess." Margaret ground her teeth and said, "If you weren't the princess of this castle, I would have given you the Embrace right away. Why would I need a coming-of-age ceremony?"
Fortunately, Margaret quickly realized her own overreaction and took a deep breath, regaining her composure. "Alright, alright. Forget it. I'll go find Alucard and make him follow you. If you can successfully become a vampire, then we have a long future ahead of us."
With that, Margaret left on her own, while Elena's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, muttering to herself. —Alucard's magic is related to the stepmother. "Finally, I'm getting closer to a strange truth."
Elena turned and walked towards her father's room again. She had to figure out why the guest she had invited didn't show up. She had to find out! And successfully complete her coming-of-age ceremony. So that she could become the most powerful vampire in her mother's prophecy!
Slosh... Slosh... The blood seeping from the wall had already pooled on the ground and formed a thick layer. With each step Elena took, her high heels made a sloshing sound in the blood. The blood stained her shoes red, and her beautiful skirt was covered with dense blood spots. She could even clearly feel the slimy blood seeping into her shoes, which was very uncomfortable.
This is an illusion... This is mental pollution! All of it is fake! But... But why does it feel so real?
When Elena opened her father's door, she saw him leaning against the table with his back to her, looking worried. "I'm here, Father."
"Elena?" Dracula turned around, forcing a smile. "You already know, don't you?"
"Do you mean that I'm missing a guest?"
"You really do know." Dracula came forward and lovingly stroked her white hair, full of apology. "I'm very sorry that this happened to your coming-of-age ceremony. But I really didn't expect a guest to suddenly cancel! You should know that each of these one hundred guests was your mother's most loyal follower back then. They would never betray her, never!"
"Why so sure?" Elena asked curiously.
Dracula turned around, fear clearly in his eyes. "Because they received the Gospel of ***** and also received loyalty engraved in their souls!"
Elena couldn't help but frown. She heard the forbidden word "*****" that she couldn't understand again, but she knew that "*****" represented her mother.
"Can I invite new guests to my coming-of-age ceremony?"
Dracula was stunned for a moment, then his eyes filled with surprise! "Good! Good! Since it's your coming-of-age ceremony, you have more right than I or your mother to invite your friends to attend! You're so shrewd, Elena!"
Elena thought of her portrait with the long nose and felt that she didn't quite like the word "shrewd" anymore.
Sure enough, Dracula then said the same words as in the first "Future Visible." "You must send out invitations to your trusted friends before noon. The blank name tags will then show the names of the guests. In this way, you can fulfill your mother's prophecy."
"Will the blank name tags show names if I send out invitations?" Elena asked.
"Of course! As long as your invitations are successful, names will definitely appear," Dracula affirmed.
Elena frowned and thought for a long time. "If I invite a guest and they accept, but the blank name tag doesn't show a name, what does that mean?"
Dracula suddenly froze, then looked at her very seriously. "That means your invitation was unsuccessful."
"Unsuccessful?" Elena didn't understand. "Why would it be unsuccessful?"
But Dracula didn't answer her. Instead, he carefully held her hand and asked seriously, "Elena, have you already invited a guest but it wasn't successful?"
"No, Father," she said truthfully. Inviting the Blood Disaster Flower was in the first "Future Visible."
Dracula pondered for a moment and then said, "Then tell me, Elena, do you feel anything is wrong now? I mean, your mother's prophecy is breaking down. You shouldn't feel nothing happening. You... right now... don't feel anything abnormal?"
Elena hesitated in her heart but finally said, "I see blood everywhere in front of me." Because if you have difficulties, you can ask your father for help. He loves you very much.
Dracula took a deep breath. "Disaster... disaster has indeed occurred..."
"No, Father! I think I'm suffering from mental pollution. There's an existence as powerful as you who wants to kill me!" Elena pleaded for help.
"This is your delusion, Elena. Delusion will drive you crazy and make you confused! Do you know what level I am? I'm a king-level! There aren't many powerful king-level existences in the dark world. And I'm very familiar with those guys' auras," Dracula denied.
"But this was told to me by a friend of mine. It can see through falsehoods..."
"Your friend is lying, Elena!" Dracula interrupted, because he was very confident in himself.
Elena wanted to continue arguing but eventually stopped. —The third painting in the corridor always lies. Elena was confused again. She had already confirmed that it was the painting that lied, not the mirror! But now, she didn't know who to believe again... Whose information is true? The mirror? Or Father?
At this moment, Father's body twisted and quickly transformed into a huge black-winged bat. "Elena, I have to go out right away to find a guest for you to fill the vacancy and end the disaster you're suffering." The bat bared its sharp teeth and warned, "Wait for me in the castle and do nothing. Whether successful or not, I will definitely be back before twelve o'clock."
"I can also look for my own guest in the castle. We..." Elena suggested.
"No! You don't need to look for your guest," Dracula denied.
"Why?"
"Because your invitation won't be successful," the black bat turned around and spread its huge wings.
"Why! Father."
"It's simple. You're not 'normal' right now. Just like the words of a drunk can't be trusted, your invitation is equally insincere." Elena paused, so that meant, it was because she had invited the Blood Disaster Flower herself that she had failed, and that was why the blank name tag didn't immediately show a name?
"What can I do then?" Elena asked urgently.
"You don't have to do anything."
"But I want to do something! I must do something!"
The bat turned its huge head. "Then, please do your best to stay 'normal', my beloved, Elena."
Whoosh— A strong wind rose, and the huge bat flew out of the window, disappearing into the heavy rain.