"Hmph... Margie? She's quite bold, isn't she? She barged into the B wing of the Baron Hotel in broad daylight, pressed every button in the elevator, and wandered floor by floor. What's even more infuriating is... I don't know what kind of sorcery she used, but she froze me solid, forcing me to stiffly accompany her through forty or fifty floors before finally letting me go!"
Kenneth gritted his teeth in anger, taking two or three quick steps forward, glaring coldly at Lionel. "If it weren't for her seemingly fragile appearance, I would definitely accuse her of being the murderer who killed Benson! Baron, even if she's your girlfriend, I'm going to teach her a lesson! In over a thousand years, no one has dared to humiliate me like this!"
I shuddered at his deafening roar, wrinkling my nose and letting out a disdainful snort. Truly, he's trying to argue without reason, using his status as a Count to mask his own crimes.
Lionel was momentarily stunned but then suddenly laughed. "Haha, Kenneth, you must be joking. Don't go slandering Margie just because she pranked you. Margie has always been timid, but she's also very curious. I told her to go explore before I went to sleep."
Kenneth eyed me suspiciously. "Margie, you must know about Elder Benson's death, right?"
"I do. Daisy just told me!" I replied coldly, glaring at him.
I refused to believe that just by staring at me, he could determine that I was the killer. I hadn't touched anything in Benson's room, nor had I left any traces.
I curled my lips into a vicious smile and challenged him with my gaze. "Count, are you so eager to frame me because you're the real culprit? Someone like Elder Benson must have been killed by you! It's definitely you. Otherwise, why were you wandering around in there?"
He didn't expect me to turn the tables on him. His eerie emerald-green eyes narrowed as he suddenly leaned in, his icy aura piercing to the bone. "Margie, do you dare repeat what you just said?"
"What, Count, are you trying to hypnotize me? My boyfriend, Lionel Albert, is standing right beside me. By doing this, you're undoubtedly undermining his dignity. Don't forget, his last name is Albert!" I retorted sharply, locking eyes with him.
Lionel, meanwhile, watched Kenneth's livid expression with glee. Seeing Kenneth about to bare his fangs, he finally spoke up at the right moment. "Kenneth, this matter still needs further investigation. Until then, I don't want you randomly accusing someone of being the murderer."
With that, he pulled me behind him. "Especially since Margie is just an ordinary girl. Even though she's an elf, she's no match for a 1,500-year-old vampire like Elder Benson. She's weak and defenseless, only capable of freezing or heating liquids. She has no other abilities."
"Hmph... Is that really so?" Kenneth snorted suspiciously. "I can smell the scent of her blood. She's no ordinary elf!"
Lionel reached behind him, gripping my hand tightly, though his tone remained casual. "Count, please elaborate."
"Elder Benson had been investigating an elf assassin codenamed 'Night Reaper.' I've fought him before. The aura their blood emits is strikingly similar, and both are extremely rare second-generation elf bloodlines. His real name is Bevis Bain. He must be closely related to Miss Margie! If I'm not mistaken, he's either her brother, cousin, or some other close relative."
He actually knew about Bevis? Bevis's codename was "Night Reaper"? I only just found out about that. Especially hearing him emphasize how rare we were as elves, it's no wonder Dene William kept us by his side.
Before I could speak, Lionel stepped in first. "Kenneth, why don't you go back to your room and rest? We'll talk more once we have more clues. It's a bit excessive for you to interrogate Margie like this."
"Margie, I won't let you off!" Kenneth snorted coldly and turned to head upstairs.
Lionel dragged me into the room, closed the door, and stared at me calmly. His deep blue eyes were like an ocean, threatening to drown me.
I pretended not to notice his gaze, placing the things I brought back on the sofa. I quickly pulled out a jewelry box from the bag, revealing a set of silver accessories.
An intricately designed pure silver floral pendant necklace that could protect my entire neck.
A mesh-like silver bracelet that could cover the back of my hand, preventing unfamiliar vampire men from "politely kissing" it.
And a delicate pure silver engraved ring, which I wore on the middle finger of my left hand. Since that hand's thumb already bore the blood bat ring, this way, a certain baron who liked to hold hands wouldn't dare to interlace his fingers with mine, preventing him from secretly using me to boost his own power.
I looked at Lionel provocatively, putting on each piece of jewelry one by one. I blinked at him coquettishly and smiled proudly. "Lionel, look, aren't they beautiful?"
He slumped down beside me, wanting to take my hand, but upon noticing the silver bracelet and ring, he withdrew to his original position.
"Margie, did you really go to the B wing?"
"Yep!" I kicked off my shoes, comfortably tucking my legs onto the sofa. I pulled the bag over, took out some snacks, and started eating while observing his expression. "What's the matter? I was just wandering around."
He narrowed his eyes, staring at the necklace around my neck. "Where did you get the money to buy these? This set looks quite expensive."
"I borrowed it from a friend!"
"Which friend?"
"Catherine, you've met her. She's my best friend!" I said casually. "Do I need to report to you when I buy jewelry?"
He chuckled. "In the dressing room's jewelry cabinet, I've prepared many pieces for you, all uniquely designed! And they complement your ethereal beauty much better."
"But those aren't pure silver! Pure silver wards off evil spirits. It's a human belief, you know, hehe..."
He coughed dryly, his long arm resting on the back of the sofa behind me. He leaned in closer, his cold aura making me shiver involuntarily.
But then he softened his distant coldness, asking gently, "Why did you suddenly decide to buy silver jewelry? Are you deliberately trying to avoid getting close to me?"