Villains of All Worlds: Starting with the Beautiful Vampire Bride.

Chapter 118

Wayne Kingdom, banquet hall.

A handsome man with curly hair picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Even when drinking, his blue eyes were still fixed on the center of the dance floor, exuding a hint of sadness.

The man was not very old, probably around 22 or 23 years old at most.

A blue aristocratic suit with a well-tailored design and smooth lines, worn by a man, exudes an innate air of nobility and heroism, which deeply attracts the admiring gazes of many noble ladies in the banquet hall.

Unfortunately, the man didn't seem interested in the girls.

Even among them, there were some bolder noble ladies who, some shy, some enthusiastic, came forward to invite the men to dance with them, but were rejected by the men with a smile and a polite shake of their heads.

It can be seen that the man is well-educated.

"Prince Charles, you're drinking to drown your sorrows." A voice sounded in my ear.

Charles, who was about to pick up the wine glass again and drink it all, frowned when he heard the words. He suppressed his displeasure and turned to look at the source of the voice.

This was a tall, dignified young man with black curly hair. He was wearing a very fitted black suit, exuding a temperament that was both elegant and heroic.

He is as handsome as him.

Charles silently looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared and evaluated himself in his heart.

It was not until he looked into the other person's deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts that Charles couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

At the moment their eyes met, Charles actually had the illusion that he was being stared at by a terrifying beast. A cold sweat instantly broke out, and the slight drunkenness he had felt was swept away.

However, when he looked into the other person's deep eyes again, that terrifying chill did not appear again, so that Charles thought he was hallucinating because he drank too much.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Charles secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes.

The temperament of the man in front of him made Charles, a prince, feel a little oppressed. I think this is something that ordinary people cannot have.

Charles was familiar with almost all the nobles and royal families of the surrounding countries, but he had no impression of this person, so he was very confused.

"Vlad, it's normal that the prince doesn't know me. I'm from the central part of the continent and I'm currently traveling." Vlad raised his glass in greeting.

"Ding~"

The two men drank the wine in their glasses. Charles heard this and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

Although he is the crown prince, Charles has no freedom at all. Traveling around the continent is something Charles dare not even think about.

"That girl is so beautiful, who is she?"

Vlad exclaimed as he looked at a girl in a blue corseted fluffy princess dress dancing gracefully on the dance floor with an innocent smile on her face.

The girl has long, slightly curly golden hair and wears a gorgeous blue fluffy dress, which brings out her natural nobility and purity.

The gorgeous skirt was covered with a large number of tiny diamonds. Under the lighting around the dance floor, it looked like stars in the sky, twinkling with light, and was extremely beautiful.

The girl had a constant stream of invitees around her, and it was obvious that she had become the focus of attention of all the men in the audience.

Charles looked distressed when he heard this. He drank the wine glass that had just been filled and said, "My sister, Cinderella."

"Very beautiful, isn't it?" He said with a self-deprecating smile.

The couple instantly becomes siblings, no one can accept it.

"That's good. If you don't mind, I'll invite Your Highness the Princess to dance with me."

As he said this, his body honestly stood up.

What could Charles do when he saw this? He just nodded to show his agreement.

Cinderella, who had just finished a song, rejected the next invitation and planned to take a break.

She was very happy during this period and felt like the happiest girl in the world.

Just because her father, who she thought was dead, became the king of Wayne Kingdom and appeared in front of her again.

This dreamlike experience made Cinderella feel like she was in a dream.

Although she lost a lover, she gained a father and a brother, so Cinderella was satisfied.

"Thank you for the blessing of the God of Blood and Flame." Cinderella prayed silently in her heart again.

"Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of asking you to dance with me?"

A pleasant and magnetic voice sounded beside her, which made Cinderella, who was praying secretly, frown subconsciously.

With eyes twinkling like stars, he looked with displeasure at the person who disturbed his prayers.

Just one glance, and he stood there in disbelief.

The ruddy lips trembled slightly, and I shouted wildly in my heart: "It seems, it seems"

Just as Cinderella was shocked, her snow-white little hand stretched out involuntarily and followed the other person to the dance floor.

When her body began to dance to the melodious music again, Cinderella came back to her senses. Her eyes, as clean as starlight, with a glimmer of hope, looked at the man who was hugging her waist, and said with a trembling voice:

"You, you are."

Vlad smiled and said, "Don't talk, dance first."

Hearing the rather overbearing words in her ears, Cinderella laughed happily instead.

He stared at Vlad without blinking, as if there was something on his face, and his eyes, shining with light, never moved away after that.

This made the faces of the nobles who had been watching Cinderella's every move turn gloomy.

In the distance, Prince Charles saw Cinderella's performance and smiled, as if he was suddenly relieved at this moment. He drank the wine glass in his hand and walked out of the hall.

"My, my God, I, I am so excited."

In the garden at night, Cinderella clenched her hands tightly, looking very excited.

"Shh, remember, call me Vlad and don't let anyone hear it." He raised his finger and made a soft hushing sound, signaling Cinderella to be careful.

As the most fanatical believer of her own god, Cinderella would naturally not refuse the request of her god.

"Vlad~~" There was a hint of hesitation in his voice.

But it can be seen that Cinderella's face showed an excited and happy smile, and it was obvious that she was very excited at the moment.

"Well~it looks like you're doing well." Vlad said with a smile.

"This is all thanks to God. Please bless me."

Seeing Vlad's sidelong glance at her, Cinderella quickly changed her words. The excitement in her heart slowly faded away and she began to get nervous.

"Vlad, why are you here?" Cinderella bit her red lips and asked softly.

"Isn't this what I want to ask you~" He rolled his eyes and said indifferently.

"Me~!?" Cinderella raised her slender white fingers and pointed at herself in astonishment.

"I remember your father was a businessman, how did he suddenly become the king, and why did the queen say you are her daughter!?"

Facing the questions from God.

Cinderella did not hide anything and told Vlad everything she knew.

It was not until this moment that Cinderella vaguely guessed that the Lord God might have come for this purpose.

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel uneasy again. Is there something wrong?
"You mean, your father's so-called merchant identity is fake, and you are actually the king's illegitimate daughter, and the queen took over this matter because she was afraid of affecting the king's reputation."

"Well, that's what my father told me."

"If that's the case, why didn't you take you away before, but instead recognized you now!" Vlad hit the nail on the head, getting to the heart of the matter.

Hearing this, Cinderella stopped, her face turned pale, and she suddenly felt cold all over: "Yes, why!?"

She had never thought about this question. Longing for family affection, she subconsciously avoided it.

Seeing Cinderella's pale face, Vlad said, "Isn't it your father? There is a very simple method. Take it over~"

Under Cinderella's puzzled gaze, Vlad cut Cinderella's finger and performed blood witchcraft: blood tracing.

The blood flowing from Cinderella's fingers suddenly glowed brightly and turned into a blood-red arrow, pointing far away into the palace.

And that direction is exactly where the king is!
Obviously, Cinderella is King Wayne's daughter.

How is it possible? Where exactly is the problem?
PS: I had something to do at home today and didn’t have time to write. I could only find time to write one chapter. I would like to say sorry to everyone.

In addition, regarding this book, we are about to enter the stage of collision and exchange between worlds, [commonly known as plane invasion]. I wonder if you godfathers would like to see this style.

You can leave me a message~ If you don’t like it, I will try to reduce the description of this aspect.

(End of this chapter)