Vampire'S Secret Baby
|47|. Is There Something Wrong?

"Five times a week, isn't that too much? I only have two days on the weekend off. Sure enough, I'm a super duper lecturer this busy must follow your arrangement" said Sean who clearly disagreed.

If in the human world, Sean felt no doubt if he had to refute Egbert's words. But in the land of Merland, he will always be more submissive and obedient instead of continuing to argue as before.

"Maybe you don't have to report at all"

Hearing that statement was the light of a smile on Sean's face. For a moment he breathed a sigh of relief.

"But if in the next month you still haven't found Annette, don't blame me if your permission from the human world is revoked" Egbert said in a heartless manner.

Both corners of Sean's lips instantly stiffened and his smile continued to die. Just now he heaved a sigh of relief, but now he had to throw a rough breath.

"Well, I'll report it five times a week to you" Sean disconnected and then left with no other choice.

That means besides teaching, he also had to bother taking care of the search for Annette who ran away somewhere.

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Egbert has returned to Merland. He went there in between by Sean as usual. Because he was so weak as to use his fast running strength. He also sent a message to Belinda about his arrival that needed to be picked up.

Belinda, who received a message notification from Egbert, quickly called the palace knights and a few guards to gather at the royal horse farm park.

"Her Majesty the crown prince Egbert has just arrived at the border between the human and the vampire lands. I am your duty to pick up the noble and escort the noble as best you can to the palace" Said Belinda who did not escape the charisma of firmness that is still engraved clearly on his old face that is wrinkled.

"Good madam Belinda" they answered in unison. They had great respect for Belinda because the old woman was the direct right hand of the crown prince who was very dear and respected by their prince.

"Dissolve and go and get His Majesty"

"Ready madam Belinda"

One by one they went to pick up horses on the palace farm and with a neat formation, they flocked to go pick up Egbert.

Although in terms of progress and sophistication of the country vampires began to tune the country of humans. But that is only limited in the field of health and technology. While in the field of vehicles, especially automotive, until now they are still unable to develop it.

That is why they still use animals such as horses as the official means of transportation of the kingdom. The nobles also did the same, except the common people who were too unable to buy horses. They only rely on the inner strength that vampires generally have by running as fast as the shadow trajectory.

Long Egbert waited, from a distance he had seen a row of horses coming with a carriage with the symbol of the full moon. It was nothing but a symbol of the palace carriage.

"Your highness" The knights descended from the horse and the guards advanced forward. They bowed respectfully to Egbert.

"Eum" Egbert waved, stating that the greeting had already been received.

One of the aides came forward, leading Egbert to board the carriage. They rushed Egbert to the palace.

A day at the palace, Egbert still tried to drink various types of blood that had been prepared by Madam Belinda. But really none of them can satisfy his tongue. Thanks to that his desire to drink was lost and he was getting less energy and more dehydrated.

"Have you prepared it madam?" Asked Egbert who that morning leaned limply against the head of the bed.

"It's a noble one" Belinda put down a set of common folk clothes complete with curly wigs and round glasses.

"This is a set of incognito tools that I have prepared for you" he said.

"What about the vehicle?"

"I have prepared a horse carriage at the back door of the palace. You can go from there, your majesty"

"Who will be the coachman?" This journey will be very secret. He could not trust a single one of the vampires in his country was no exception it was his knights and palace guards— who should be his confidant but he could not do so.

Because the only person he could trust was this old woman in front of him, Belinda.

"I've already told Helio to do it and you don't have to worry. Because like I said, he is my confidant. So you can trust me enough on this"

Egbert certainly knew Helio. Who was none other than a poor young man who only knew to beg until beaten by market thugs. One day the poor young man accidentally met Belinda when the old woman had just come out of a boutique to find the man battered for being constantly beaten by a horde of burly men.

Belinda saved the poor young man and took him to the palace to work as a rancher in the red moon palace.

"From now on you're my confidant. So pledge loyalty to me. If someday I get you betrayed, instead of dying, you'd better rot in a palace prison"

"I understand. As long as I live, I will continue to remember your kindness madam, so I swear I will always be loyal to you"

"Then work as a rancher in the red moon palace. Since you are my confidant, then your identity should not be too conspicuous"

From then on Helio who was of poor youth became the one who secretly practiced the silver sword by hiding behind the status, 'manager of the palace ranch'. And that secret, only Belinda and Egbert knew.

"Did Madam Belinda tell you which address we were going to?" Ask Egbert who is now sitting in the car.

"It's your honor"

"Then leave"

About ten minutes away, they arrived at a simple two-story building. In front of the building was attached a board that wrote 'Vampire psychological Service Center'. Egbert rushed down from the train and into the building, which is now fully reserved for himself in his exact pseudonym.

"Is this with Mr Peter?"

It seemed like it was a pseudonym that Madam Belinda had prepared for her.

"Eum"

"What are you coming here for?" The psychologist with the name tag 'Philip' knew that his client this time was not just anyone. He also knew the name the person used was clearly a pseudonym.

"Lately no animal blood has been able to satisfy me" Egbert said.

"As long as it does not reach the expectation of the delicacy that I expect, then I will refuse to drink it" continued Egbert, "When before I was very fond of rabbit blood and never tired of it. But somehow within a few days my taste for blood instantly changed and bothered me to this extent"

Psychologist Philip nodded his head in a sign that he understood the direction of Egbert's problem.

"Do you think there's anything wrong with my cognition performance that affects my behavior that keeps refusing to drink blood and says it's bad and bad?"

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