Chapter 84 : The Legacy of the Older Generation
“My God, look — how beautiful!”
“Why are there so many beauties? Who is the one leading them?”
“You really are ignorant, brother. That is the fad daughter of the Hatherin Family…” The speaker’s voice gradually trailed off, completely captivated by the sight before him.
A small formation composed of a select group of maids advanced at an unhurried pace, graceful and upright, each doing her utmost to uphold the dignity that belonged to Hatherin.
The appearance of Vivian alone, a figure of noble bearing, had already left the crowd stunned. Yet when they noticed the umbrella-holding maid walking beside her, everyone instinctively drew a sharp breath.
Regardless of age or gender, that face resembled a snow lotus upon an icy mountain. Her half-lowered crimson eyes were unfocused, and she radiated an even stronger aura of untouchability than Vivian herself.
Strangely… despite such striking beauty, the maid did not overshadow her mistress. Instead, she further accentuated the petite red-haired figure at her side.
Why did the noble ladies not stop their husbands from staring so openly?
In truth, they were staring as well.
Especially at the slender hands holding the umbrella — the long, delicate joints stirred endless imagination. Even their legs unconsciously drew closer together…
It awakened an overwhelming desire to conquer.
That day, the Hatherin household produced a Demon King’s guard.
Having just left the public eye, the mont they entered the hall they were greeted by even greater splendor and nobility, causing Eve’s gaze to lower another fraction.
So many scents…
Perfu, hair oil, incense, even the alcoholic vapors rising from towering champagne pyramids — none could conceal it. To be honest, the sll was rather unpleasant.
Perhaps she had grown accustod to finer fare lately, making her appetite extrely selective — or rather, singular. Life had simply been too comfortable.
Placed on any other Vampire, such a condition would practically be a fatal flaw of starvation.
While Eve was lost in thought, her sleeve was lightly tugged. Vivian was guiding her, as if afraid she might wander off, only reassured when holding onto her.
They moved to the edge of the hall, to a sofa arrangent facing the central crowd. The attendant already present bowed and gestured for them to sit when he recognized Vivian.
The maids then dispersed, standing around the area facing outward, hands folded before their lower abdon.
This small section felt oddly out of place amid the bustling hall — so noble and exaggerated that rely looking at it discouraged anyone from approaching.
It was not fear, but the sense that they were unworthy.
Most clever people understood that gaining even a fraction of that beauty’s favor would allow their family to stand more firmly.
Perhaps not rise to the top, but at least never fall.
One had to admit — possessing a powerful backing was more reliable than any personal effort.
No one cared about your self-moved dedication. They only analyzed whether a shadow stood behind you.
Soon several attendants approached in a line, placing wooden trays upon the table before the sofa. Besides champagne and wine, there were pastries and desserts sufficient to stave off hunger.
Vivian frowned slightly — she had not eaten — yet said nothing, for this was not a place ant for dining.
She glanced at the maid beside her, who was still distracted, and suddenly spoke, “Why are you still standing? What — did you forget what I said already?”
Eve obediently took the seat everyone else coveted. That single action alone caused the onlookers secretly watching them to widen their eyes.
Was she not rely a maid? How… how could she dare sit beside her master?
Unless…
There was only one possibility — they were very close.
Soon the small interactions between the two beauties made it difficult not to think so, though people tried convincing themselves it was simply a servant attending her mistress.
Clink—
The soft, crisp sound of a fork tapping a plate lifted a piece of chocolate cake and delivered it into tender parted lips, accompanied by a soft little hum.
Eve admitted she was strangely addicted to the act of feeding. It was enjoyable. Again. More. Why had she never discovered such amusent before?
After swallowing, Vivian glanced at her and took the fork.
You could say she guarded her food — she held the fork in her mouth for a while. Yet you could also say she did not — she lifted another piece toward Eve’s lips.
“Young Miss, I am not hungry.”
“So many excuses. If I tell you to eat, then eat. You accepted before — why suddenly dislike it now?”
“You misunderstand.”
“Then eat. Do not make
repeat myself.”
Fine. Eat it is.
But just as Eve placed the cake in her mouth, Vivian added, “Hold it there a little longer.”
It seed she would not be satisfied until the saliva upon it had been completely replaced.
Not understanding why, Eve obeyed. When the fork finally slid out, she still thought that letting her eat it was wasteful — she could barely taste anything.
Seeing Eve so “obedient,” Vivian was naturally pleased. Leaning against her, she continued eating, occasionally repeating the feeding exchange.
Why do this? A declaration of ownership?
This maid belongs to ?
Yet it felt sowhat strange…
A noble lady of high status resorting to such childish ans to assert position — rather unconventional.
But Vivian enjoyed it. Let them watch. She wanted those scheming flatterers, always dreaming of sudden ascent, to understand one thing:
They were inferior even to a maid. How laughable.
Delightful — utterly delightful. Vivian could not help softly humming a tune from her holand.
It sounded quite pleasant, blending with the subdued piano music around them — elegant, truly elegant.
Eve did not understand art. She only thought it sounded nice. Vivian looked up and asked, “Do you like it? Have you heard it before?”
The maid nodded, then shook her head.
“Hehe, my mother taught it to .” A hint of pride appeared, soon replaced by faint lancholy. “She did not leave
many things — even the manor included. Now… only I sing it. Fortunately, I have not forgotten.”
“……”
Eve blinked. What should she say? Offer comfort? Sothing like: Do not be sad, my mother is dead too?
Seeing her clumsy expression, Vivian laughed softly. “Take back the pity in your eyes, you helpless fool. If you cannot think of anything, then do not. I am not that fragile…”
She paused.
“I will teach you to sing later.”
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