Suddenly Dracula halts right on the spot, noticing that Merlin has no plan to fight back.
The hands of Dracula were mid-air as he stared at his brother who stood in a vulnerable position.
"Yo… you repulse me!" Dracula seethed, swinging his hands towards the air as the wooden stake materialised out of his hands.
Slowly, Merlin flustered his eyelashes as he let out a breath of relief.
Despite the brave facade that Merlin had put on, he was so scared for his life because he thought his brother was truly going to kill him.
Having a wooden stake aimed at him by the almighty Dracula Beelzebub simply means that death awaits Merlin.
Presently, Merlin breathes out in relief as he once more flushes his eyelashes. "I… I am sorry." He mumbled as his words were barely above a whisper.
Dracula's frown deepened. "Tell me everything that happened!" He spat.
