The Crown's Obsession Chapter 842 - Old Fashioned Man

Chapter 842 - Old Fas.h.i.+oned Man

Vladimir was more than proud of Calhoun's actions of taking revenge on the men and other people who had hurt Constance when she was still in the living world. The boy was truly his grandson.

But even with the revenge, his heart only grew colder at what his daughter had to go through.

"Master?" Odin carefully called his master as the Devil appeared to be not in a mood to speak much.

"Hm."

"I have packed your clothes in the trunk and they only need to be taken to the Hawthrone castle. Shall I have them delivered?" Odin asked for Vladimir's permission.

"Yes," replied Vladimir. Now, as baby Morven had come to the world, he wanted to spend as much time with the baby so that the other angels would not influence him. He knew somewhere in that vampire body, the demon blood strongly ran in the baby's veins. Only time would show how powerful the child was, thought the Devil to himself.

"Master, shall I pack my things too?"

"Did you think I was going to leave you behind? Of course, you are coming you, dimwit," Vladimir shook his head before deciding to get up and come out of the bath. The acid dripped down his bones, making a sizzling sound as it hit the floor.

Odin was happy hearing he would be moving to Hawthrone's castle along with his master.

"But don't pack everything that is here. I would still like this place to feel like home," stated Vladimir while his body returned to look like a man who was in his early thirties. He wrapped the towel around his waist. This castle held memories that he didn't know he would come to cherish one day, it was a place where the woman Harriet had given birth to his daughter and Constance had grown up here.

"Also, Helena is going to come here to have a meal. Make sure you prepare the castle well. Don't forget the food."

"Of course, Master! All of it has been prepared," Odin bowed his head in compliance.

Outside the mountain of Belmount, Helena had arrived at the forest in the carriage. A serious expression on her face with a frown. She had come here before, but she had never stepped further into the woods, hearing about a creature that killed people.

She wanted to get this over with so that the Devil would leave her alone. Vladimir had been showing up in front of the headquarters of the High House and wherever she went.

Her coachman looked around the tall and thick trees that looked scary, "Milady, are you sure you will be fine?" asked the man. Hearing a crow caw, he quickly turned alert, and Helena sighed.

"Take the carriage and have it parked at the edge of the forest. I will be back after the meal," said Helena, looking at her coachman. She then started to walk, leaving the carriage and the person behind. After she came to the other end of the forest, she finally caught sight of a cave and the castle built behind it.

Reaching the cave, she noticed the torches of fire placed on either side of the walls. The pa.s.sage would have been dark if it weren't for the fire. The smell of blood drifted in the air, and her eyes fell on the walls that had traces of blood.

If it was someone else, she would have imprisoned the person for committing the kills. But she had never been put in the situation to deal with the Devil before.

A young man came to greet her, bowing his head, he said,

"Lady Helena, Master has been waiting for your arrival."

She hoped he wasn't. Didn't the Devil have other things to do? Asked Helena in her mind. She had seen this person hanging around the Devil, a minion.

As she stepped closer to the castle entrance, the temperature started to drop, and she felt the cold increase. Entering the castle, she caught sight of its s.p.a.ciousness.

"Would you like me to take out your coat?" Odin politely asked.

"No," came the curt reply from the head of the High House.

"Please take a seat, while I bring you something to drink," said Odin before disappearing from there.

Helena crossed her arms, standing in her place while her eyes took in the castle's decor that looked empty with only b.a.r.e minimal things. On one side of the walls, some cases contained parchments. Curious, her feet moved towards it, and she stood to find immature drawings in there. The Devil had strange tastes when it came to decorations.

Helena was still staring at the drawings when she caught the Devil's reflection through the gla.s.s. Turning around, she saw him standing at the top of the stairs.

"I hope your journey to the castle was peaceful," he said to her.

Vladimir had chosen to wear a suit as if he was going to attend someone's wedding. His hair was combed with a side part.i.tion and the front of his hair slightly curled. There was a smirk on his lips as he descended the stairs.

"If you are speaking about the demons whom you decided to bury in the ground to attack people, they have been shot down with silver bullets," replied Helena, while keeping her eyes on him.

The Devil was said to be a trickster. If one did meet him, it would be better not move your eyes away lest you want him to trap him, thought Helena to herself.

Vladimir turned pleased with Helena's response, "I knew you would be able to shoot them. It was a little bit of recreational activity." He came to stand in front of her before taking her hand and leaning forward to kiss the back of her hand.

Helena only continued to stare at the man with a sceptical look, and Vladimir smiled.

"You seem a little unenthusiastic to have a meal with me," said Vladimir, his eyes taking in the High House uniform that the woman had not bothered to change.

"Glad to hear that you are finally able to see it," Helena deadpanned.

"That's fine. You look beautiful in the uniform. The colour of it compliments your pale and smooth skin."