CHAPTER 370: 259 WHAT DID HE DO? WHAT DID I DO? (6K)

In the silent darkness, a beautiful girl lay quietly in an open Black Iron Coffin.

Her silver hair spilled like satin within the coffin, as she raised her hands, crossing them over her chest.

The girl’s lips held a serene smile, making her appear like a Sleeping Beauty from a story, exuding a captivating beauty.

The scene resembled an illustration from a picture book.

However, the extra smear of blood at the corner of her mouth lent the image a unique style.

The blood stain was like a blood-red flower blooming in the night, ruining the original purity, yet imparting a demonic anomaly to the picture.

If the girl was originally a beautiful lily waiting for someone to pick it, she was now a thorny rose.

Blooming quietly.

Beautiful, yet dangerous.

After a moment, the girl’s slender fingers trembled slightly, then her upper body rose as if pulled by invisible strings, sitting up slowly.

Her blood-red eyes opened slowly, carrying a daze of awakening as she turned her head sluggishly.

"...Hmm?"

She sat dazed for a while, her eyes slightly hazy, trying to penetrate layers of mist to recall what happened before she slept.

Her mind played a fragmented film, with her last memory blowing away like dust, vanishing the moment Herbert bit her neck.

"Herbert?"

She looked around, not seeing Herbert’s figure, not knowing when he left.

Gone?

"What happened after that? I remember it seemed like..."

In her thoughts, she instinctively licked her lips, her tongue touching the residual blood at the corner.

!!!

A sweet and fresh taste spread instantly across her taste buds, jolting Eliza’s spirit!

This taste is!!?

Moreover, stimulated by the blood, she became excited, feeling on the brink of remembering something...

Wait?

Why is there blood on my lips?

Eliza blinked, muttering to herself, "What did he do to me? How could I..."

"Hmm? You don’t remember?"

!!!

The nearby voice changed Eliza’s expression, making her sharply look to her side, but turning her head uncovered nothing.

Who is speaking!?

"Who? Come out!"

Where are you hiding?

Eliza demanded harshly, searching around, but the other party didn’t get angry, instead, they chuckled and continued, "Don’t be nervous. Look down."

Look down?

Eliza frowned, slowly lowering her gaze—she saw the other’s true form.

It was a doll only palm-sized, standing on her knee and waving.

?

No, not a doll, but a life-sized miniature person.

An elf?

This thought lasted a split second before dissipating.

Because the appearance clearly wasn’t that of those harmless, innocent, and annoying little beings.

Sharp ears but no wings at the back, with slightly darker skin.

Dark Elf.

"You...are?"

Eliza curiously looked at the miniature Dark Elf emerging from nowhere.

???

What is this?

Compared to Eliza’s astonishment and confusion, the miniature person seemed quite calm and joyful.

"Hi!"

Svanni (mini) waved at the vampire, laughing lightly, "Miss Eliza, we finally meet."

"Let me formally introduce myself, I am a fellow captive here with you, Svanni Moore."

Eliza quickly recalled the nonchalant Dark Elf who "witnessed" her plight without helping.

Oh, really.

You were the one watching me stuck in there?

Were you laughing at me?

Indeed!

Eliza huffed angrily, grabbing the miniature Svanni and lifting her off her knee in one swift motion.

"You dare appear in front of me?"

Her gaze icy cold, glaring fiercely at the "figurine" in her grasp, she gritted her teeth, "Do you know how...wait!"

Before demanding answers, Eliza suddenly realized a critically important question.

"When did you end up here!!?"

And Svanni, upon hearing this, didn’t answer, rather, she grumbled a little, "Miss Eliza, I think your current approach is wrong."

"As neighbors, I think you shouldn’t interrogate me in that tone, just respond to my greeting, no need to question when I appeared here...Oh?"

Svanni elaborated on her rationale when suddenly, the pressure around her waist and abdomen escalated, almost crushing this purposely crafted Flesh Avatar.

Eliza, emotionally stirred, nearly squeezed this "figurine" to bits.

But at this moment, she cared not a bit.

The vampire lady’s crimson eyes widened, locking a fierce stare on the Dark Elf figurine.

"Cut the crap! Tell me! How much did you see!!?"

Svanni’s ability to materialize here meant she had more freedom in this area than Eliza originally thought.

Could come and go as she pleased, without hindrance!

That meant all that occurred earlier, Svanni had seen it all, hadn’t she?

Everything!!?

Even said so!

Further back, before Herbert’s return, she was peeping from a corner?