Arcadiawang

An ordinary high school girl, Anran, has her life changed forever by her grandmother's bizarre wishes. She steps into a mysterious town full of vampires and enters the Sacred Court Academy. On her first day, her classmate at the same table turns out to be His Royal Highness, the heir to a noble duke. But before she can get used to her new surroundings, fangs in the shadows can't wait to reach out to her.
 Attacks come out of nowhere and danger looms, but that's only the beginning of the nightmare. Since then, a succession of mysterious and fascinating vampire dudes have burst into her world, each with an unknown secret behind them, dragging her into a whirlwind of deep, unsettling mystery.
 When an ancient witch doctor's bloodline awakens within her, Anran realise that her own life is tied up in a shocking conspiracy. In the dangerous and seductive world of vampires, she searches for the truth while struggling with the complex emotions of the vampires. With love and hate, blood and tears intertwined, what will be the end of this interracial love and thrilling adventure?

Kiss of the Night: The Vampire's Covenant

Despite Lester's tall and robust frame, his gentle demeanor and pale complexion gave him an almost delicate appearance. As Anran leaned against his back, she could feel a faint chill radiating from him, a subtle coolness that hinted at something less than perfect health. Surprisingly, Lester's strength was undeniable; he lifted her with ease.

Come to think of it, aside from her father, no one had ever carried her like this.

Suddenly aware that she was being carried by someone she'd just met, Anran couldn't help but say, "Mr. President—"

"Anran, my name is Lester," he interrupted, his tone gentle but firm.

This exchange brought another face to Anran's mind—a handsome face, but one with a completely different aura. Could it be that everyone from the Morris family had this habit? Yet, just moments ago, Zhang Ning had addressed him as "Mr. President," and Lester didn't seem to mind.

As if sensing her thoughts, Lester added, "I told you, this isn't school. You don't have to be so formal."

"Alright then, Lester," Anran said, not one to be overly shy.

She then ventured, "May I ask… is your family involved in martial arts?"

"Just now, I thought I felt a strong gust of wind," Anran said, feeling a bit awkward. It wasn't exactly the most appropriate question to ask someone you'd just met.

Lester paused for a second or two before continuing to walk. "Wind?"

"Yes, when the motorcycle was heading toward us, there was a sudden, powerful gust. Could that have been some kind of palm strike? My family runs a martial arts school, though the ancestral techniques have been lost," Anran explained.

For some reason, Anran had a hunch that the motorcycle's sudden change in direction had something to do with Lester. It was just a feeling, though it didn't quite make sense.

Hearing this, Lester chuckled softly, the vibrations of his laughter resonating through his back. Anran's cheeks flushed. Had she just asked something ridiculous?

"Haha, of course not. My family immigrated from Scotland. We've never studied the legendary martial arts of your country," Lester replied.

His words deepened Anran's embarrassment. Just because she was obsessed with martial arts didn't mean everyone else was. Lester's ancestors were from Scotland—obviously not the kind of place where martial arts masters were born. The idea of inner energy and such was just a myth from her country. Why hadn't she thought of that sooner?

"Though some martial arts movies from your country are quite popular in Scotland. If there really were techniques that could make someone fly or tunnel through the earth, I'd love to learn them," Lester added with a playful tone. "But then again, maybe I really am a hidden master. In those martial arts films, the hidden masters always look frail and unassuming. Doesn't that match my appearance?"

Picking up on his self-deprecating humor, Anran couldn't help but laugh softly.

Who would've thought the Student Council President had such a sense of humor!

Anran lightly patted his shoulder and joked, "Haha! Don't worry, Master Lester. To avoid stirring up chaos in the martial arts world and spilling blood, I'll keep your secret."

Lester's lips curved into a smile, and his infectious laughter soon lifted his spirits.

"Well, you two seem to be having a good time. Mind if I join the conversation?"

Anran looked up to see a familiar figure leaning casually against a lamppost.

Chapter 48: Perhaps I’m a Hidden Master