Chapter 71: She Is, After All, Only Human

The piercing glare sent a chill down Wild Wolf's spine. Before he could react, Richard swept into the castle like a gust of wind, leaving only Lestat and Wild Wolf standing at the entrance. 

Wild Wolf, still uneasy, asked, "What's with that arrogant kid?" 

A faint smile crossed Lestat's face. "That's my younger brother, Richard. He's always been like that. Wild Wolf, rest assured, we'll take good care of her." 

His expression then turned serious. "As for what happened in the town tonight, we'll investigate thoroughly. If it's the work of a vampire under our jurisdiction, we won't tolerate it." 

Wild Wolf met Lestat's gaze solemnly. "I hope you'll honor the pact. Don't forget the tragedy at the Saint's Academy." 

Lestat's eyes held steady. "Since you know of that incident, then you also know the resolve the Morris family made back then." 

A long silence followed before Wild Wolf finally said, "Alright. I'll wait for your news." 

"I hope we find the culprit soon," Lestat replied. 

So much had happened in just a few days. Lestat was certain it wasn't a coincidence. The entire situation felt like a tangled mystery, and a sense of foreboding lingered in his heart. 

"Also, I…" Wild Wolf scratched his head, looking troubled. "When she wakes up, don't tell her I brought her here. Otherwise…" 

Lestat was surprised by the request but understood Wild Wolf's concern. "Don't worry. When she wakes, she won't remember tonight's nightmare. And we… will give her a plausible explanation." 

Wild Wolf finally smiled. "I'll leave it to you, then." 

With that, Wild Wolf turned his motorcycle around and sped off into the night. Lestat stood at the castle entrance for a while, watching him disappear, before stepping inside. The heavy wooden doors creaked shut behind him. 

Wild Wolf raced down the mountain road, his palms damp with sweat. In truth, he'd been far from calm when facing the Morris brothers. The tension had been palpable, especially when confronting the boy with those royal purple eyes. For a moment, Wild Wolf had felt the icy grip of death—a sensation he hadn't even experienced when facing the vampire who'd torn his companion apart earlier that night. 

He recalled his father's words: his ancestor had once fought a vampire with royal purple eyes. Ultimately, both sides had chosen to make peace, agreeing to coexist in the town. Though the details were hazy, the thought of his ancestor standing against such a powerful vampire sent a surge of adrenaline through him. He decided that, if time allowed, he'd revisit the ancient records to understand the full story. 

Inside the castle, the girl lay on a large bed, still clad in her motorcycle gear but now without her helmet. She rested on soft velvet sheets, her brow smoothed, free of the nightmares that had troubled her. 

Beside her, Richard sat in silence, his gaze fixed on her sleeping form. 

Lestat entered the room and observed his brother's unwavering attention. 

After a while, he spoke. "When she wakes tomorrow, she won't remember the terror of tonight." 

Richard's violet eyes remained on the girl, his lips pressed into a thin line, his expression complex. 

"She's extraordinary, but… she's still only human…" 

"I know. You don't need to remind me," Richard replied coldly. 

His words caught Lestat off guard. "Richard, I'm just worried…" 

Finally, Richard turned to his brother, his gaze steady. "I know exactly what I'm doing."