Charlotte smiled. "I also hope the first deception of my life came from a beautiful senior..."
Julian interjected, "Senior Menilman?"
Charlotte immediately sprayed out the mouthful of black tea she had just taken. "Don't joke about that!"
Julian burst into laughter, recovering some of his innocence and liveliness. He did not actually hate Charlotte that much. Although Charlotte had nearly played him like a fiddle and had even tricked him out of House of Asilo's secret scroll, Julian could also tell that Charlotte had never intended to betray him. He found that very "novel."
As a vampire and a descendant of one of the Three Imperial Clans, Julian knew how humans regarded vampires: hatred, revulsion, fear. Yet given the chance, nearly every human would choose to become a vampire, all for that long lifespan.
Charlotte was unlike every human he had ever known.
After learning Charlotte's identity, he had immediately guessed that Charlotte was no vampire at all, but a human who cultivated Bloody Glory.
Although most vampires hated humans who cultivated Bloody Glory, that hatred truly stemmed from Protagoras, the Great Human Philosopher who had slaughtered far too many vampires.
Julian did not feel that there was any deep-seated enmity between himself and Charlotte.
There were wars between nations, and everyone served their own master, with no need for mercy. But individuals did not necessarily have to hate each other. That was Julian's philosophy of life.
Charlotte could not help asking, "You know Senior Menilman too?"
Julian said quietly, "Even I have heard the name of the First Rose of Fars. I was fortunate enough to meet Miss Menilman once, and I even considered asking my father to propose to Count Soumei."
Charlotte spread his hands. "Why didn't you? Did you lose to Zimmerman?"
Julian shrugged and gave an