Silver Cross and Draculea:Volume01 Chapter3

By the time Hisui left school, it was already night fall.

He should be jumping in joy because tomorrow is Saturday, but his footsteps are heavy and deep.

The vampire suddenly enraged the ran off.

"So tired..."

The boy walked with a exhausted look, without any real sense of purpose or direction.

Hisui carried his bag and Rushella's discarded parasol.

It is already nightfall, so the parasol is useless-But it is still her private property.

Although it is perfectly fine to throw it away, But Kujou still carried it with him.

It is not like he don't really want to return it to its owner, but she don't know where its owner is at.

Taking a wild guess, she is probably at his own home.

Since the absurd fallout between the two of them, she shouldn't be satisfied living at his place anymore. But that coffin is still here, so she still have to make one more trip there.

A vampire really don't need a coffin to sleep in, but it can block sunlight and restore spiritual power, so it is a critical item. High-level vampires have very specific requirements for their person coffin, and they always have their customized. Rushella's probably have hers like that as well.

Theoretically, if she want to leave, she would definitely need to take that with her.

Moreover, maybe the moving is already done, and by the time he get there she might be gone completely.

(Or, she might just be lying in ambush, ready to lead you to a BAD ENDING-Translator)

分别这么简单地便来临了 (such an simple solution?-Translator), Hisui smiled bitterly.

Why must I be the done to waste brain cell dealing with that noisy and conceited woman?

Suddenly show up and bite me, then declare herself to be the mistress, completely arrogant vampire.

Chase me to home...chase me to school....so much trouble.

And even blood drinking involve such a idiotic technique...most troublesomely, made him remember his body's special features.

Something he totally forgot.

Something he want to forget, to be able to live a normal human's life.

"So troublesome.."

Kujou whispered, then suddenly he felt a drop of icy water touching his face.

"Is it raining?"

The boy looked up to the sky, raindrops suddenly came down like a violent torrent.

The weather report did not mention this, so people around him began to flee as if chased by a natural disaster.

The amount of downpour was frightening, and the pedestrians begin to use magazines as cover, and hurried in the rain.

Hisui stared at them, then suddenly looked at the parasol in his hand.

Rushella has once said