Chapter 292: Concealing Presence-II

At the news, Daphne's lips that curved lightly instantly fell to a straight line. She looked to her half-brother, her eyes looking straight at him trying to find traces of his lies which she couldn't find.

"You are not lying," whispered Daphne, her eyes that looked at Wyatt were fixed as if they were nailed. It took seconds for disbelief and awe to come on her face.

Being a corrupted angel, Daphne was different than the rest of her kin who wanted to go back to Heaven or internal life. After clipping her horns, she lives like any other humans around her. It was the time when she was still young that she met a man named Ace, the human man who she loves but soon died in a Demon's hands. Out of anger, Daphne dipped her hand to black magic, and use her power as a dark sorceress to avenge Ace's death.

Since then Daphne began to pour her anger into killing Demons, who were the cause of her beloved's death before eventually encountering her half-brother who she hadn't met for a hundred year. Having an ally might be great for others, but not for Daphne. When Wyatt offered her to work with the dark sorcerers, she rejected the idea as she was too occupied with vengeance. The only reason she had agreed to work under Thomas was the offer they gave, where they promise to bring the dead back to life including her beloved Ace.

She couldn't believe what she heard, and asked again, "You mean the experiment was a success?"

"The latest experiment Angelica performed turn out well. Else I wouldn't be here under the spotlight and move to take more souls for the ritual." noticing a presence of a person, Wyatt stopped talking and his eyes moved to see the man who walked alone. "I will tell you the rest. Do you think that man heard us?"

"Possibly," Daphne answered with a cold glint as the human man, who was lost looked at the sibling in a puzzle. He didn't hear it wrong, did he? They spoke about soul and ritual. While the human man tried to solve the puzzle which he couldn't solve due to his thinking process blocked by shock, Daphne moved her eyes from the man to her brother, "Is there anything else we needed for the resurrection?"

"No," A malicious grin was pulled wide across Wyatt's face, "Thomas promise to resurrect the first person to come. It would do you wonder if you come early, sister. Or should I save your seat?"

"I have enough legs to go there. If I do agree to your help, wouldn't you ask me for another favor?" her question was right on the coin that had Wyatt to grin. "I will go back alone," Daphne emphasized her last word, and Wyatt who receives her response smiled before he shifted his gaze to the human man who seemed to finally register the fact that the two were dark sorcerers.

The man quickly turned his back. He was about to move his legs and bolt from the place when in one swift second, he found himself hanging on the edge of the glassless window which was built on the right side of the passage he was walking at before meeting the sibling.

"Blame your misfortune, human," Daphne said, and the man turned to look at her who was holding the collar of his shirt while standing at the frame of the window. "I don't really like killing humans if only you didn't walk here," she said while watching the man's face turn pale as blood stop regulating on his face out of fear. The man yelled for help that fell on deaf ears as he hit the ground, turning to a bloody mess.

"Let's go," Daphne said, moving from the hallway.

"Wait, there is someone I need to bring back to Thomas. He insists to come here earlier, wanting to see someone he said," saying this, Wyatt turned his head, his eyes slowly descending to the boy who walked out of the shadow that covered him. "Oh, William, speak of the devil. You were late. Did you get to see what you wanted?"

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Daphne stared at the boy, and somewhere she found a chilling presence from the little boy who looked at Wyatt expressionlessly before casting away his gaze to Daphne. The boy didn't speak, but his gaze was uncomfortable to Daphne as they were bleak as if he wasn't alive but a living dead. There was also the way the child brought himself that didn't make him look like a simple child.

"No answer," sighed Wyatt, who was ignored by William, "I will take that silence as a yes. We should go back now."

Back in the Ballroom, Elise was offered a drink by the servant who strolled around the ballroom to offer drinks for the guests. After the talk she had with the ladies, she left in the hope to find Father Redrick. She retraced the steps that the priest could take which left to nowhere.

Some of the other guests have begun the waltz. To waste time, Elise looked around the people, sipping her drink when she spotted Oliver not too far from her. She didn't remember having a good talk with the man and doubt they will. Looking around, she also noticed Mr. Beel standing in the middle of ladies who seemed to assemble around him and the Demon did a great job in humoring the ladies.

It was not long when Elise saw Ian entering the ballroom again. A sight of him made her smile grow and she was about to walk toward him who was swarmed by people when from behind she heard a voice, "Elise."

Elise recognized the voice and she turned to see Edward Harland standing before her, "I had been searching for you, but I didn't know you would come with a different gown." Edward had spent time searching for Elise throughout the ballroom with the gown he had sent to her in mind. What he didn't know was Elise already had a gown to wear and didn't come with the gown he gifted her.

She looked at the vampire whose eyes seizing her dress and felt awkward, "Thank you for the gown, Mr. Harland, I really appreciate your gift. It was a very beautiful gown, however there was already a gown that I prepared to wear tonight." She didn't want to make her words sound offensive to the man as she could tell some disappointment in his eyes, and although there was some lies, Elise recalled how Ian said he would be preparing everything for her, from the gown to the shoes. He had prepared everything for her which mean her words weren't entirely a lie.

"And that gown wasn't mine," Edward said, his eyes looked calm, but internally he was frowning in annoyance. The gown he sent wasn't in anyway lesser than what everyone wear tonight. However, the dress Elise wore had a different class on its own. Even if one wasn't acquainted with fashion, they could tell how delicate the gown was tailored and how magnificent it turns out. The fabric was made from the most expensive silk.

And that was where Edward's attention fell on. The dress that Elise had, it was clear that the fortune Elise made for being a maid wouldn't be enough for her to purchase the gown. Which would mean the gown was gifted by someone— someone who Elise deemed better than him which his pride didn't allow him to be happy even after her polite rejection.