Vampire Aedes
22. Apparently the Fifth Prince is Aged ...

The things he was wearing were all white. Starting from dresses, hair ornaments, and shoes. A body-sized mirror reflected the shadow of the royal princess-to-be. Aster sniffed his right shoulder, his perfume fragrance was long lasting. It was only a moment ago that the servant was angry.

"You poured all the contents? Don't you even know how to wear it?!" the woman snapped while raising an empty bottle, then slammed it in any direction.

Aster who still hid his body in the water because he was embarrassed. Her cheeks were red, and redder as the shower curtain opened. The Fifth Prince looked at the two humans there in turn. Really Aster wants to immerse his whole face right now. But he's quite down, "M-sorry. I don't know how to."

"What's this?" the Fifth Prince was worried. He heard something hit hard. "Sister, are you okay?"

"I—"

"Prince! This girl was really wasteful, pouring a bottle of scent at once. Prince knows for himself, it's very hard to get one drop." Sari was trying to pit the relationship between the Fifth Prince and Aster. The scented bottle came from the Fifth Prince's own aura, meditating day and night, then the air was attached to the leaves around it, forming soul dew that was collected to be perfumed. If hearing his hard work as long as it ludes in an instant, the Prince must be furious.

But unexpectedly, the man just exhaled. "Just one bottle. There's still some in my storage."

"What's? But, Prince—"

"You know he doesn't understand how to wear it yet, right? You purposely let him make a mistake to make me scold my sister."

A guess on target. Sari was stunned for a moment, before prostrating under the Prince's feet. "I don't dare!"

Aster holds a throbbing pain temple. "Sister, can you get out? I, I'm not used to." Put on a smile with both eyebrows slightly lowered. Melas expression is Aster's mainstay in an uncomfortable situation like this. Come on, this morning's incident traumatized her to the bathroom.

Back to the time when Aster was ready. It looks fresher than it looked last night. The scar on the cheek had yet to disappear, but thanks to the makeup skills of the maid, the scar was disguised.

"You look beautiful!" praise one of the servants who drenched it.

Aster nodded. After all, he did not quite clearly see his own face. Last time using make-up during Kartini's day in the real world. She recalled how Vanesa was crying because the makeup was too thick. Unknowingly the arch was etched on his face.

"You look sweet when you smile!"

"thank you. You're so good to me."

"Together, Princess. It's my job." His attitude was different from the previous servants. Speak soft and friendly words. Could Kris change people?

"Emm, what's your name?"

"The prince usually calls me Sari."

"No! My point is your name. The only name and only you have that name."

Sari was confused to answer. The only name like there is nothing in this world. "I'm sorry, I don't have the name you mean."

Vanesa once said slaves had no names. And the servant got a name from his master. In that case, the servants in the Palace did not adhere to such a rule, it seemed, since the Fifth Prince could not possibly name the dozens of servants that were here.

By the way, somehow Vanesa is. Is it still often lied to buyers, or is it still often beaten by Mr Le? Nor do they know where the letter of release went. This body memory required him to find the letter, but he did not understand why.

A hand patted his forehead slowly. Aster awakens from daydreams. The Fifth Prince's innocent gaze that tried to align with his face, made Aster widen his eyes.

There was actually a problem in his eyes, but Aster did not dare to say. Not to mention the strange fog that suddenly covered the room on the great clock wall. If you tell him, Aster will be found out that he has been sneaking there. "Emm, I'm fine."

Aster watched Kris from top to bottom. He was wearing a white dress suit. "Sister, why are you wearing all white?"

"Today there's a sacred ceremony for you, so everyone wears white. Besides white, it would interfere with the implementation."

"Oh."

"Sounds your view is out of focus?"

"Huh? I'm just nervous. Fifth Brother was once as nervous as I was? This ceremony sounds very important."

Kris propped up her chin next to the makeup chair, staring at Aster with narrowed eyes. "Hmm, I don't really remember. The ceremony for me was hundreds of years ago."

"What! Hundreds of years ago?" Aster stared in disbelief. Wait, his ears must have been wrong. "Sister, may I know how old you are now?"

"729 years. Why ask?" The Fifth Prince raised an eyebrow. He is interested in the foreign vocabulary that Aster uttered. Attractively.

"729" he said softly, "but you don't look like you're 729!"

"Oh, then do I look like I'm 14?"

Aster nodded steadily. "That's right!"

The Fifth Prince held back a laugh until his shoulders trembled. "Ah, perhaps what Brother asked is my current age. It's true, 14 years. It just so happens that lately I love energetic teenage boys, so. From the beginning I also wanted to ask one thing, why is it that every time in front of the fort, you keep looking at me? Is there something you want to ask?"

Then Aster lowered his shoulders, his heart like it was falling to the floor. In the next instant, both eyebrows were stolen. Aster stared intently at the Fifth Prince. "Not for you, but for the original owner of this body. Did you know that the body you chose was my friend? And you took it. You've taken my friend. Holy hooch! Even I'm talking like this you won't remember, right?"

The Fifth Prince closed his eyes as if Aster's words were only considered wind. "Indeed I don't remember, but I do remember the girl you were with last year. Oh yeah, why don't I ever see him cursing again in front of the gate? He's really brave."

"Fifth Prince, I'd like to speak with my friend. Can you tell him to come back for a second?"

"Can't."

"Why?"

"He's dead."

"...." - ".I don't know why Aster was sad to hear that. He has not directly interacted with his childhood friends. Lest this was the feeling of the slave girl still remaining, whereas Aster was just a spirit from another dimension placed in this body. The slave girl before had already died from exhaustion.

Come to think of. Aster's actions were not much different from the Fifth Prince's. Both snatch people's bodies, why scold them? Who in this world does not want to live.

"Then will I die too?"

The Fifth Prince smiled sincerely as he stroked his sister's cheek. "Don't be afraid! You are the first representative of the soul of the aster. Life has just begun."