Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 644 [Vampire Side Story] Visitors to the Castle 2

Chapter 644 [Vampire Side Story] Visitors to the Castle 2

"Who are you talking about?" Zhao Zhao asked slowly, feeling as if everything from the moment she met Darid had been a dream.

Whether it was his resurrection and reappearance before him, or his sudden transformation from a child into a teenager as tall as him, it was almost unbelievable.

However, the naturally suspicious Darede believed it.

They also took him back to the castle.

“You, Hilgavin,” Darid said impatiently, as if afraid he would run away, and wrapped his arm around him again, “my observations are never wrong, and my intuition never lies.”

“If you don’t admit it, I’ll take you to the Ancestor,” the Ancestor will surely know everything.

"No, no, no, don't get excited!" Zhao Zhao pulled at him, "You have to tell me why you think I'm Hilgalvin! Otherwise, this is too fantastical."

The two seem to have swapped words. In Zhao Zhao's mind, the meeting should be him deliberately revealing a flaw and then explaining to relatives and friends that he was reborn.

However, reality turned out to be that he was startled by Darid, who recognized him at first sight and insisted on giving him an explanation.

"......"

Darede's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Zhao Zhao with tears welling up in his eyes: "So you admit it, right? Little Hill?"

His trembling hand touched Zhao Zhao's face, the face he was meeting for the first time.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the side.

Asher glanced at the two of them casually as he passed by, then turned back from where he had taken the first step.

"Oh, no wonder you don't like Caribella, so this is what you like~"

From his angle, all he could see was Darid intimately stroking a boy's face; the glimpse was so suggestive that it sparked the imagination.

He had only made a casual, sarcastic remark out of habit, but he hadn't expected Darid to react so strongly.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Do you even know who he is?!"

Darede stood in front of Zhao Zhao, not allowing anyone to speculate about him.

The elegant Asher, dressed in a wine-red uniform, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, a cold glint in his eyes: "Is that so? Who is he?"

In her memory, her second brother's nonchalant tone was so familiar. Zhao Zhao peeked out and met the man's cold and scrutinizing gaze.

Asher frowned slightly, instinctively avoiding the boy's gaze, and questioned Darid: "I'm asking you a question, is this how you talk to your brother?"

"Ah."

"I'm so sorry, Second Brother. We'll be going now."

He grabbed Zhao Zhao and was about to leave without saying a word, but when he passed Asher, he grinned and stuck out a leg to block their way.

“This little guy next to you…” Meeting those dark eyes, the usually impulsive Asher swallowed back his words, choosing his words carefully: “This boy seems a bit off, little brother…”

He then glanced at Zhao Zhao, seemingly unintentionally, and Zhao Zhao noticed and returned his gaze with a big smile.

Asher was taken aback, then instantly reached out his hand: "You..."

Darede wasn't worried that his other siblings wouldn't recognize Zhao Zhao; after all, it was only a matter of time. His only concern was that someone would try to take Zhao Zhao away from him.

Before Asher could react, he flew away with Zhao Zhao.

"It feels so comfortable."

Soaring above the castle once again, I was filled with many thoughts as I looked at the castle, which was not much different from my memory.

More than a hundred years have passed since you left.

Zhao Zhao's smile faded, and she carefully embraced herself, the scent of which she remembered.

His voice was soft and gentle, as if afraid of scaring away this beautiful dream: "I have never stopped missing you, and I am so glad that on an ordinary day a hundred years later, I recognized you at a glance in the crowd."

"And I brought you back."

"Little Hill, why aren't you saying anything?" Darede rubbed his head, feeling the dampness on his shirt, and his heart softened.

Zhao Zhao rubbed her eyes against his chest, wiping her snot and tears on his expensive and exquisite prince's uniform: "Fifth Brother, I miss you so much."

"You finally called me by my name, you forgetful devil~" The words, both affectionate and regretful, echoed in his ears. Having regained all his memories, Zhao Zhao naturally remembered the stupid things he had done when this world ended.

"sorry."

"I forgive you~" He could never bear to be angry with this little guy.

Darede affectionately pinched his nose and led him back to the room where he used to live in the castle.

The small silver coffin was exactly the same as I remembered, and even the furnishings in the room were unchanged, as if he had never left.

"Fifth Brother, how did you recognize me?" Zhao Zhao asked one question after another: "I was resurrected, I became human again, and I even grew up. Don't you find that strange?"

He waited for Darid for a long time, but Darid didn't ask him, so he had to ask him on his behalf.

However, Darede simply said, "I know little Hill is a magical child, so I never question anything that happens to you."

Just like when Hilgaven was sent to the tower and returned unharmed from God's side.

As long as my younger brother is safe and sound, nothing else matters.

Zhao Zhao blinked; oh no, she was about to cry again.

"Why does little Hill still cry so much?" Darede was extremely amused, as if he wanted to make up for all the years he had missed.

After the two had gotten to know each other for a while, Zhao Zhao began to greet the other brothers and sisters in the castle.

The first person mentioned was Asher, whom he had just met. He put his hands on his hips and stamped his foot: "What's wrong with my second brother! He didn't even recognize me!"

Actually, not recognizing them would be the most normal reaction, but it's all thanks to Darrell, who has such keen observation skills, setting a good example.

“Yes, that’s right, it’s really outrageous. As punishment, little Hill should ignore him for a while,” Darede urged.

Zhao Zhao then asked, "Where are my eldest sister, third brother, fourth brother, and father?"

Now that he no longer had the kinship connection with the vampires, he couldn't determine their location, so he habitually whine to his gentle fifth brother, "I want to see them."

Longing is silent, otherwise it would be deafening.

Darede tilted his head slightly back, facing the sunlight; this was definitely the most relaxed moment in a hundred years.

“Since taking over Father’s administration, my eldest sister has been extremely busy, and there’s no trace of her presence in the castle right now,” Darid said, seeing the young boy’s disappointment. “However, your other brothers are quite free, especially your fourth brother…”

Just then, Asher's gloomy voice suddenly came from the doorway: "Darid, you bastard, what are you doing hiding in Little Hill's room with humans? Get out here!"

"And that Damian guy actually stole the 'Resurrection Scroll' that Little Hill gave me and ran off to the King's Tomb!"

"You two are really a handful."

The gloomy voice grew closer, and Asher pushed open the door, allowing Zhao Zhao to see her brother again.

Asher's roar paused, and the sense of familiarity he felt with the boy grew stronger.

"You seem like an old friend of mine."

But...who exactly is it?

He didn't immediately think of Hilgarven.

For him, his younger brother who died young is the most painful scar on his heart, and he will not touch that heart-wrenching memory unless absolutely necessary.