Chapter 6 Samson Is Afraid of Losing Lucasta

After a while, Samson had gathered a basket of fresh mushrooms, some wild vegetables, and a bunch of firewood.

The things in his hand reminded him of the peaceful time with Eirlys.

A hundred years have passed, but he thought it was just yesterday.

His ruby-colored eyes suddenly flashed as the nostalgia and hatred kept rushing back, causing the animals that were walking nearby to fear and curl their tails and run into the bushes.

It took a long time for Samson to calm down and control his emotions and his eyes gradually returned to normal.

He picked up the bundle of firewood on his shoulder and hurried back to the castle.

When he was a short distance from the gate, he slowed down and walked slowly, like a normal person. He guessed Lucasta was probably awake and waiting for lunch.

However, when he reached out to open the door of the room, the bed was empty, only the teddy bear and the neatly folded blanket.

"Lucasta."

Samson's voice became shaky. He ran to the curtain and groped because he thought she was hiding behind it.

When he returned, the gate was still locked and the entire way he went to her room; he did not see her anywhere.

"The kitchen, that's right, the kitchen."

Samson reassured himself and ran as fast as he could to the kitchen and he continued to be disappointed because there was no one in front of him.

The bloody scene of a hundred years ago replayed in his mind, making him dizzy.

There were many wolves in this forest and if a child like her standing in front of them, the results would be terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Maris's castle and called her in the hope she would join him in finding Lucasta because this was the fastest way.

"Maris, Maris. Quickly opens the gate, Maris."

Maris and Lucasta were playing a game of owl counting when they were suddenly startled by Samson's call.

The two of them quickly let go of the owls and ran towards the gate.

Lucasta's leg was still hurting, so she ran slower than Maris.

When the female vampire was standing at the gate, Lucasta limped on the steps.

"What's wrong, Samson?" Maris asked while opening the gate.

"Lucasta."

After the call and the labored breathing, Samson clutched his chest and crouched down. He thought he'd never see the blonde girl again. Lucasta went to Maris's side and hugged her leg and leaned in because the little girl noticed Samson seemed angry.

His eyes kept staring at her, but he didn't say a word.

Not only Lucasta, but Maris also heard her heart pounding because Samson's appearance was very similar to the time he found out Eirlys was missing.

Just now, Maris just thought that she would take Lucasta to her castle so that the little girl would not be sad when she was alone at home, but she forgot Samson would come back suddenly.

"Sam... Samson, what's wrong with you? I... I just brought her here to play for a bit." Maris' voice trembled.

Because Lucasta hugged Maris's leg tightly, Samson realized she was afraid of him. Maybe it was because he had raised his voice to her this morning that he had haunted her.

To be honest, he had no intention of scolding her.

"Come over here with me, Lucasta." He put his hand forward and said.

Immediately, Lucasta let go of Maris' legs and ran towards Samson, and swooped on him.

This scene made Maris suddenly burst into tears, she felt very touched. She understood the reason for his scary appearance just now.

Eirlys' tragic death had never let him go, and now he feared it would happen again. Perhaps he had already considered Lucasta as his relative.

"Are you okay, Samson? I'm sorry." Maris looked at him and said.

"I'm okay. This afternoon, please come and teach Lucasta how to bathe. I'm a man. I can't help her." Samson asked Maris to help him.

"I'm very willing. But... you know what, Samson? Lucasta is an angel. She loves owls. Ah. I mean, she loves animals very much."

"Every child is an angel until they grow up."

After he finished speaking, he carried Lucasta back to the castle.

Maris stood with her arms crossed and watched until they were out of her sight.

Samson said it was not wrong, both he and she were once angels until the day they grew up and fate made them bloodthirsty.

Some people become evil because of circumstances and some people become evil because they want to. They are greedy for fame, money, and immortality.

She didn't know Samson was as disgusted with this lonely immortality as she was.

Lucasta was glued to the basket of mushrooms by the foot of the table as soon as Samson had set her down on the chair.

When he was busy lighting a fire, she secretly took a mushroom and held it in her hand, stroking it.

That cute, innocent look caught Samson's eyes when he turned his head to look back.

Next, he taught Lucasta how to cut off the roots of the mushrooms and wash them.

She gazed at him and then she did it neatly. Her red lips sometimes smiled because she heard him say that he would cook them into delicious food for her to eat.

"What is this called?" Samson held up a mushroom and asked to test her memory.

"Mushroom. Mushrooms are nutritious, and we can eat them when we are hungry." Lucasta repeated what he just told her.

"You're so good, baby. Now you sit here and wait for me to cook them."

Samson picked Lucasta up and put her back in the chair and quickly added more wood to the stove.

The kitchen that had been cold for a hundred years was now warm with a flickering fire.

After ten minutes, the plate of mushrooms was placed in front of her. The scent from there made her crave. After he gestured, she bent down and ate.

Compared to pies, mushrooms are much more delicious and tender, and very sweet.

Throughout the afternoon, Samson spent all his time with Lucasta even though his eyelids almost drooped because he was so sleepy.

He carried her around the castle and showed her the names of each object and their uses, then he told her what to do and what not to do, dangerous things to avoid.

Fortunately, Lucasta is very intelligent. Except for the old memory that was lost, she remembered very well the things he told her.

At exactly five o'clock in the afternoon, Maris appeared at the gate of the gilded castle exactly as the handsome vampire guy asked. She had slept for a few hours in the afternoon, so her face was very fresh and radiant, not yawning continuously like Samson.

"Come in."

"Thanks."

Samson reached out to pull the gate and handed Lucasta to Maris.

When Maris carried Lucasta inside, he surreptitiously massaged his arms. However, on the corner of his lips was a satisfied smile.

This human girl seems to be more docile than he thought.

"You're also heavy, Lucasta." He whispered.

Inside the bathroom, Maris bathed Lucasta while instructing the little girl how to clean herself and how to change her dress.

After each sentence Maris said, Lucasta would repeat to memorize the bathing procedure, first wetting the body with water and then using shower gel and shampoo, and then cleaning the body with water. Finally, dry her body and put on a new dress.

"You look like a doll. Can you smell your scent?" Maris carried Lucasta out and asked.

"Sweet-smelling." Lucasta smelled her hair and said.

"Say thank you and kiss me on the cheek." Maris kissed the little girl's cheek lightly and whispered.

"Thank you, sister."

Lucasta smiled and kissed Maris' cheek.

Today, she has learned a lot of things. She knew the name of the owl, knew how to clean mushrooms and watch the hands of a clock, how to use the furniture in the castle, and how to bathe herself. She also understood not to climb up or stand too close to the fire...

"I hurt... I hurt." Lucasta suddenly put her hand on her stomach and grimaced.

"You have a stomachache, right? Oh my gosh, what should I do?"

Maris said as she ran out into the yard to find Samson.

He was cutting a bunch of ripe grapes when he heard Maris calling his name, so he rushed to her side.

As soon as Lucasta saw him, she burst into tears. Because she knew he was her brother, she dared to cry out loud. In front of Maris, she could only moan.

"What's wrong with Lucasta?" Samson hugged Lucasta and asked.

"What did you feed her for lunch?" Maris suddenly remembered and asked.

"Mushrooms. I have cooked mushrooms for her." He replied worriedly.

"Please bring her into the house. I will go back to the castle to get medicine."

Maris walked at lightning speed back to the castle and in an instant, she was in Lucasta's room.

Fortunately, last month she told Harvey about owls flying into Samson's garden and eating rotten fruit and then they all got stomachaches, so this month Harvey brought her a lot of baby gastrointestinal medicine.

While Samson could only hug Lucasta and rub her stomach, Maris quickly poured water into a glass and put the pill in Lucasta's mouth.

The little girl finished swallowing the pill, then continued to bury her head in her brother's chest and continued to cry because of the excruciating pain that made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Is that medicine for people?" Samson looked at Maris and asked.

"It's for owls." Maris answered while putting the lid on the potion.

"What?"

"I mean, both humans and owls can be used. Harvey bought it for me. Don't worry, she'll be fine. After this incident, even if it's her favorite food, you should only feed her a little. Children's stomachs are very weak."

"I will remember. Thank you, Maris. Please go downstairs and get the gift from the wooden cabinet."

Although Maris nodded in agreement, her lips pouted. She didn't like Samson's fair nature. Anyway, she and he were still neighbors.

Did he think that without those bottles of dried blood, she would not agree to help him?

After all, in his eyes, how practical is she?