Mr. Dimitri's Toy
S2 - Ansel Victory Prize

Twelve women who had just finished cleaning their bodies of dust, sweat and all the dirt that stuck, were given new clothes.

They were led into the castle through the back door and collected in a room for further reading.

“Sorry, Kiara. But in the shower, I saw your body. Your skin is very smooth and clean. Unlike me who has a lash mark.” Matilda lifted her shirt and revealed a permanent scratch on her back.

Kiara grimaced in heart. Matilda was his first friend as he boarded the ship to Magnus Castle. The cruise that took a week made them close friends.

“And I just realized that you never told me why you ended up being a slave,” Matilda whispered.

Kiara could not dodge anymore. But he also could not tell his true identity.

“I am the daughter of a gardener in the residence of a noble family. Mr. Milford put his heart on me and his guts started to get sniffed by his wife. Lady Milford finally kicked me out and sold me to a slave agent.”

Matilda covered her own mouth. “Yeah... Mrs Milford is so cruel! She must be jealous because you are so beautiful, Kiara.”

Kiara smiled wryly. Matilda wouldn't have known that the story was just fabrication. Mr and Mrs Milford whom Kiara mentioned was the nicest couple he had ever known.

Finished combing her long wavy blonde hair, Kiara braided it into one. But he changed his mind.

Maybe Magnus would rather see a woman whose hair is left untouched. Kiara reopened her hair.

“Good, everyone. Line up into one.” Agnes clapped her hand.

The twelve women in the room immediately took up positions.

“Stands upright! Upright! Upright!”

Agnes hit the backs of some slightly hunched women with a wooden board. They could only grimace in pain and hurriedly justify their posture.

“Good! Listen carefully. You must maintain your behavior when entering the hall to meet with important guests Mr. Magnus.”

Kiara raised her hand. “Can I ask?”

“Say.”

“What are we shown to important guests Mr Magnus?”

Agnes grunting. “Of course to serve him.”

The women glanced at each other and whispered. Only Kiara digested this information in her mind. He knew that Magnus was not just a human being.

Magnus is a vampire who likes to buy slaves or quotes ‘foodstuff’ in a state still pera*wan.

As Kiara knows, the blood of a pera*wan is more delicious. So who exactly is ‘this important guest’ so Magnus willingly split his groceries?

Whoever he is, hopefully that guy doesn't choose Kiara.

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The two swords clashed quickly. Attack each other or defend. No one wants to give up because there is only one winner after this fight is over.

“New technique?” magnus asked as he was being attacked.

“Yes. Just crossed my mind and I immediately practiced.”

“Huh! Whose son are you? Arrogant once.” Magnus raised his sword and counterattacked.

Ansel laughed while dodging. “Of course his only son Chloe and Dimitri.” He said it with pride.

Of course Ansel is proud. He was born from the womb of a human being, from the seed of a vampire. Makes her have an unusual power, even since she was born.

Her mother—Chloe—an ordinary man, until it must be separated from her when Ansel was a baby.

But when separated, Ansel allergic to drinking cow's milk. Her stomach could only receive her mother's milk. Dimitri finally allows Chloe to breastfeed her baby, but Chloe is unable to see Ansel.

Two years after Dimitri thought Chloe had died, they were reunited. Chloe is a vampire born from the womb of a human too!

Regret and guilt make Dimitri have to go after Chloe. For Ansel's sake, Chloe tries to forgive Dimitri. And they're still living together until this very moment.

They must be having fun right now. Ansel smiled inwardly.

“So what about your love life, Ansel? There is already a woman who is your target?” ask Magnus.

“Not your business, old man!”

“Tua? I'm not aging at all. Even when you were still scraped, my face still remained handsome like this.”

Ansel laughed loudly, but his eyes focused on the movements of his opponent.

“How about you? How many hundred centuries have you lived, but have not found the woman destined for you? I feel sorry because you must be lonely.”

Yes, Magnus' life is too lonely to the point that his hobbies divide other vampire couples.

There are still many strange hobbies Magnus. He had lived too long in this world.

Something gleamed from Magnus' red-eye bead. He lost his focus for a moment and Ansel took the opportunity to cripple him.

Magnus surprised. Quickly, Ansel was already behind his body. A sword was right around his neck.

“You lost, old man.”

No offense, Magnus laughed. “Good. Victory for you, young man.”

Ansel took it off and turned the meteorite-made sword with a black handle into the belt.

Walking up to his throne, Magnus said, “And right once I plan to give you a gift. Think of it as your winning prize. Gifts you can't refuse.”

Ansel scrunched his forehead as Magnus clapped his hands twice.

A servant-clothed woman walked into the hall, followed by a few young girls behind her. Not just some. But many. Tens maybe.

They walked in one row with their heads down. The clothes they wear are beautiful and provocative.

More precisely, less material. Like the clothes the prostitutes used*ur in the brothel.

They stopped in the middle of the hall.

“Mr Magnus, these are your twelve slaves that I have prepared according to your orders.”

“Thank you, Agnes. You can go now.”

Agnes lowered her head and left the hall.

Magnus observed all the young girls who had just come last week while smiling with satisfaction.

“Well? Whatchu think? Choose one or two.. Whatever you like.”

Ansel raised one of his eyebrows upwards. “The reward you are referring to are prostitutes.... These girls? Sorry, Magnus. You can enjoy them yourself. I’ll pass.”

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