Warning

On their way back, they could feel many bloodthirsty gazes on Blaze. They didn't say anything to each other, Frore just turned his eyes towards the gazes, and they quickly vanished.

When they finally reached Blaze's room, Frore whispered to him, "Be careful of the people in this castle and also of the rules. I may be the lord, but I too am no exception to castle rules. Even, I won't be able to interfere with the punishment if you break the rules. Then, good night."

"Yes, I understand. Good night to you too." Blaze whispered back.

Frore again felt a sense of Deja vu, from their little conversation. He also didn't want to leave Blaze alone but, he had to return to his room.

It only took Blaze a couple of minutes to fall asleep, must be because of exhaustion, but it was also due to his anemia which was the cause of his headache from earlier.

The next morning,

Blaze woke up, his hands were better, but they had not completely healed yet. He got up from his bed, washed his face and headed down to the dining room for breakfast. 

When he entered the room, their reaction was exactly the same as yesterday except their staring was more intense now. Frore was also looking at him, but unlike the others who looked at him like they were looking at food, with hunger and 'bloodthirst', his gaze was warm and he flashed a smile at Blaze.

Blaze sat in the same place as yesterday and politely nodded at Frore as a greeting. 

Frore who was well aware of the stares, lightly knocked on his plate with a spoon and said sensing everyone's attention on him. 

"Please refrain from bothering 'my' guest and making him feel uncomfortable. Now that he's here, let's begin our meal."

He had a smile on his face, but his eyes weren't smiling. It was a clear warning, that if anyone dares to mess with Blaze; he won't let them off. Everyone retracted their gazes at once, after hearing that.

{Wow...that was cool. He is acting like his protagonist self again.}

Everyone silently focused on their food. Blaze was also trying to eat his food. Right, he was 'trying', but he could barely eat anything. His hands hurt whenever he used them, they were shaking quite a bit whenever he brought the spoon to his mouth. 

Frore noticed this and wanted to help him, but with people around them, he had to maintain his dignity as the lord; so he could only call Blaze to his room.

"Mr.. Blaze would you care to join me for a cup of tea later?"

"Certainly, lord. It would be my pleasure." Blaze replied as such, thinking Frore needed to drink his blood again. 

Frore was pleased at such a quick response. {He really isn't scared of me after what happened yesterday.} He then signaled to the butler and whispered something to him.

After the meal, as Blaze was heading back upstairs to his room, he sensed someone following behind him. No, rather than 'someone', they were some vampires. 

He continued walking calmly and turned a corner. The three vampires instantly followed behind him, only to turn their backs and run with their hands on their mouths a couple of seconds later.

"If you are going to follow someone, at least make sure to keep your footsteps quiet." 

Blaze was standing there with a blood covered Kaiser in his hands. He shook off the blood from the blade. He had cut off all of their fangs with one clean strike.

"Do you think I am vulnerable, just because I am hurt? You should have heeded to your lord's warning." He said coldly and then sheathed Kaiser with slightly shaking hands. 

{Well, my business is done here. But, f*ck that hurts! I won't be able to do a strike like that again, until my hands heal completely. Frore would finish them off anyway, he must have already heard the news, by now. It's a pretty typical cliche setting, where whenever someone disobeys the protagonist's orders or try to backstab him, he would somehow get to know about it, at the right time or before it was too late. Of course, it doesn't occur always, but I have a feeling that it will happen now.}

Indeed, just as Blaze had predicted Frore was watching this whole scene unfold from the shadows, while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.