My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
I'm sorry Rin

"I really don't step over Rin. After what I did to you you still want to act like this to me. It must hurt to be bitten by me."

"ill? Not really," I rubbed the part of my neck that was bitten by it while rolling my eyes to another. I would say that pain is very painful. It was as painful and cold as two when a pointed knife was stuck through my neck. It's just a canine tooth but why is it so painful. The wound it produced was just two red dots, but the pain was more than the pain where my arm was scratched by wood at that time.

"Don't lie to Rin. I know Rin that vampire bites are very painful. The higher the degree of a vampire, the more painful the bite."

"Okey, it's really painful but I'm really okay."

"Your blood is so sweet as his," Onoval muttered softly.

"Him? Who?" my thinking. "Onoval, is it true that you've removed the bite marks? You said there was no turning back after being a blood slave."

"You've seen your own neck, haven't you? No bite marks at all as a sign you're a slave to my blood."

"Yes, maybe I can trust you."

"I'm sorry Rin. The bite marks are unlikely to be removed again. I just hid that mark from your neck. But you take it easy. I promise I won't ask you to do anything, let alone something you don't want. You are my free blood slave, though you are bound to me to your soul" Onoval said.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" I asked him to be surprised by the meaning of his gaze.

"Why don't you want to be my blood slave? I can give you vampire powers."

Ah... No. gabe. It's enough Sherina gives the werewolves and Necromancy abilities. I don't want anything else. "What is it like?"

"Yes, for example this teleportation ability. How's it?"

"I don't think so. I've had enough of this Necromancy ability."

"The necromancy? That's your hidden identity?"

"Yes. I'm a Necromancy," that's right, right? I can only master the Necromancy ability. For her identity as a werewolf it was Sherina. I just borrowed the ability that was in my body.

"What is necromancy?"

"E? I thought you knew," I saw Onoval shake. "Necromancy is a person's ability to see and communicate with ghosts, and also to raise the dead" I explained briefly.

"Living the dead? Just like the vampire that attacked us yesterday?"

"More or less so. Oh, yes about the vampire yesterday... Why does Perchye insist on accusing you of being the one who raised them? And also I never knew that there was a vampire who could resurrect another vampire who was dead. Vampire what are you? How can you have such a unique ability? Who's..."

"Std....... One by one."

Onoval put her index finger right on my lips.The coldness of her index finger was so pronounced. I immediately shook his hand.

"If you ask everything at once, I'm confused as to which answer. E, not really. I'll give you one answer so you can understand all this. I'm a noble vampire," she put her index finger on her aunt while closing one eye.

"You, you're a vampire noble?! The prince who never revealed his identity to the public."

"Feeling surprised. You must have never thought about this, right? But I'm asking you not to tell anyone about my identity to anyone else."

"Huh?"

"There's no way this guy like you is the mysterious prince. This is really hard to believe. Where is the aura of authority and wisdom of a noble? Why isn't that on you? You completely destroyed my image of the prince of the last vampire kingdom."

"What do you imagine me to be like? A prince spitting white like in a dog story? With peerless good looks until all the girls in his kingdom are infatuated with him."

"What's wrong with that?" I looked away from her because she was a little embarrassed that she had guessed my thoughts. But if it's true that Onoval is a noble vampire, then all this makes sense. Only noble vampires have the special abilities of all vampires.

"Your mind is like a child" Onoval started ruffling my hair the same way everyone used to do to me.

"Why do you always like to mess with my hair?" I looked at Onoval a little frown while blowing on the hair covering my face.

"I didn't know that everyone likes to do that to you. But I feel like there's a special attraction for me to do it."

"Well..." I straightened my messy hair. "Onoval, may I ask you something a little personal?"

"What question is that?"

"I'm not forcing you if you don't want to tell me. I was just a little curious. The king was in hibernation for about 100 years, so... Se, how old are you really?" I just glanced at Onoval. I saw him take a deep breath and exhale slowly through his mouth.

"My age is 16, just like yours" he replied with a smile.

"Ba, how can it be?"

"Actually my mother was just a maid in this castle.17 years ago when my mother used to clean the king's room. Tampa is thought to have awakened from his hibernation. Not really waking up, he was like he was dreaming while walking. She pulled her mother and did it to her. I can't resist because he's just an ordinary vampire who doesn't have enough strength to fight. After that, my mother conceived me. I didn't tell anyone about the incident. When her pregnancy began to grow, she decided to stop so that no one would know about her pregnancy. He returned to the village and lived a simple life."

"Oh... Because it turned out. Then how can you come back here and get your title as a prince? I remember you told me a long time ago that your mother died when you were a baby. How about that?"

"I don't know the details either. One month after my birth, on a full moon. Our house was suddenly attacked by a werewolf. To save myself mom ran away holding me. Until one of my mother's funerals just left me on top of an old tomb. He went to lure the werewolves in the opposite direction from the tomb. He was never seen again after that. Huh... I was found and raised by a couple who happened to be on the way home."

"That color is why you hate werewolves so much."

"Actually that's not all why I hate this one night thing so much."

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