CHAPTER 368: 258 I WILL CONQUER YOU (4K)

"...Relationship?"

Eliza snapped back to reality, looking puzzled at Herbert.

What could our relationship still be?

"Yes, the relationship between you and me."

Herbert smiled softly and said:

"Prison Warden and prisoner? Human and Demon? Paladin and Vampire? These were our past identities and relationships."

Thinking about it that way, their relationship was indeed complex and unique solely based on identity.

As a human, Herbert should have been filled with wariness and disgust toward a Demon like Eliza.

And as a Paladin, Herbert naturally harbored hostility and vigilance toward Vampires.

As Prison Warden, Herbert was also tasked with the duty of educating and guarding prisoners.

Eliza, as a prisoner, a Vampire, a Demon, bore deep-seated hostility towards someone like Herbert.

Extremely dangerous, hard to approach, impossible to communicate with — that was Eliza’s image in the eyes of other Prison Wardens.

If it were anyone other than Herbert, it might have unfolded that way, ultimately leading to a mutual loathing finale.

But this time, it was Herbert.

He never treated Eliza as a terrifying existence to be revered.

He simply didn’t think much of her!

What Vampire Prince?

Unfamiliar, unrecognized.

In his eyes, Eliza was just a disgraceful Vampire nobody.

A Holy Blood addict, a blood withdrawal patient, in the late stages of adolescent delusion, reduced to sipping blood in a coffin all day.

Their original relationship had always been quite interesting.

It was said to be the most equal relationship — both equally looked down on each other.

Herbert did not take Eliza seriously, thinking a mere treasure chest monster was not worth fearing.

Even though Eliza found this guy very different from other Prison Wardens, she didn’t think much of him either, only that his blood tasted good.

Their exchanges were evenly matched, never completely dominated by the other.

But now... their original relationship had quietly changed.

Herbert gently tugged the shackles in his hand, raised an eyebrow, and smiled:

"I now think that simply having a distant relationship isn’t enough to describe our intimacy, don’t you agree?"

Clink, clink.

Eliza listened to the crisp sound of the chains, pouting slightly, and said discontentedly: "Too despicable!"

Really too despicable, how cunning the tactics are.

"Am I despicable? It’s not like I didn’t give you a chance."

Herbert shook his head with a smile, teasingly said: "Clearly, you didn’t seize the opportunity."

The opportunity was given by Herbert; it was Eliza who didn’t seize it.

Only focused on grabbing that once-in-a-lifetime "opportunity" without thinking about how this "opportunity" came to be.

I offer it to you, you seize it, then it is an "opportunity."

If I don’t offer it and you take it, that’s a "trap."

Since you’re already hooked and fell into the trap, there’s no turning back.

"If you had resisted, the outcome might have been different."

Would it really?

"..."

Eliza kept her mouth shut, swallowing the bitterness and resentment in her throat, her lips puckering high.

Hm, damn it!

If only I had been more decisive just now... tsk.

She didn’t regret what she did, only regretting not doing it better at the time.

It’s human nature, something everyone thinks after a failure — ah, if only I had done better back then.

"Hehe..."

Eliza raised her head, laughing self-deprecatingly, with complex eyes she asked: "So, what kind of relationship do you want us to have?"

"Servant? Slave? Wouldn’t be a bedfellow, would it?"

Her voice carried resignation mixed with a hint of cynicism as she raised an eyebrow and asked:

"At this point, do you think we could still get along seamlessly? Surely you haven’t forgotten what my identity is?"

What is Eliza’s identity?

Legendary Vampire.

Even with shackles on, she was an extremely dangerous being.

"Would you really trust me? Are you at ease with me following your orders? No, absolutely not."

She stared at Herbert, saying in a deep voice: "You’ll worry about me continuing to attack you, forever!"

"Every time you’re near me, you’ll feel uneasy, you’ll feel uncomfortable."

"You might even feel fear, and that fear will follow you like a shadow, because you can never be sure when I might lose control."

A chilling aura emanated from her, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

After a long-awaited restoration of a lot of fresh, proper blood, her strength had clearly returned.

Those crimson eyes focused on Herbert, even he felt a slight urge to shy away.

Did Herbert underestimate Eliza?

Yes, but not in terms of strength.

He never overlooked Eliza’s power.

Though it deviated from the stereotypical "dull" impression, there was nothing to fault about Eliza’s strength.

Eliza was definitely not weak.

The extent of her restraints at the Third Commandment Hall actually hinted at some clues.

Among all the prisons Herbert had encountered so far, Eliza was the most restrained.

Not only was her intake of blood restricted, but there was specifically a black iron coffin to watch over her.

These two points alone actually already spoke volumes.

Eliza was very dangerous.

Moreover, even when weakened by several layers, she was still able to exhibit some astonishing abilities.

Among the batch of Dark Elves that invaded the Third Commandment Hall back then, her moves were the most mysterious.