Villains of All Worlds: Starting with the Beautiful Vampire Bride

Wayne Kingdom, banquet hall.

A handsome man with curly hair picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Even when drinking, his blue eyes were still fixed on the center of the dance floor, exuding a faint sadness.

The man was not very old, at most 22 or 23 years old.

A well-tailored, smooth blue noble dress, worn by the man, with an innate nobleness and heroic spirit, deeply attracted the admiring eyes of many noble ladies in the banquet hall.

Unfortunately, the man did not seem to be interested in those girls.

Even among them, there were some bold noble ladies, who were either shy or enthusiastic, who came to invite the man to dance, but were politely rejected by the man with a smile and a shake of his head.

It can be seen that the man was well-educated.

"Prince Charles, you are drinking to drown your sorrows." A voice sounded from my ear.

Charles, who was about to pick up the wine glass again and drink it all, frowned when he heard the words. He suppressed his displeasure and turned to look at the source of the voice.

He saw a tall, dignified young man with black curly hair and a very fitted black dress, exuding a temperament of elegance and heroism.

He was as handsome as him.

Charles silently looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared and evaluated him in his heart.

It was not until he looked at the other person's deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts that Charles couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

At the moment when the two eyes met, Charles actually had the illusion that he was stared at by a terrifying beast, and a cold sweat instantly overflowed, and the slightly drunk feeling was swept away.

However, when he looked into the other person's deep eyes again, the terrifying chill did not appear again, so that Charles thought he had drunk too much, which led to hallucinations.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Charles secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes slightly puzzled.

The temperament of the man in front of him made Charles, as a prince, feel a little oppressive. I think this is definitely not something that ordinary people can have.

Charles is almost familiar with the nobles and royal families of the surrounding countries, but he has no impression of this person, so he is very puzzled.

"Vlad, it's normal that the prince doesn't know me. I come from the central part of the continent and am traveling." Vlad raised his glass to indicate.

"Ding~"

The two drank the wine in the glass. Charles heard the words and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

Although he is the crown prince, Charles has no freedom at all. Traveling the continent is something Charles dare not even think about.

"That girl is so beautiful, who is she?"

Looking at the girl in a blue corseted fluffy princess dress dancing on the dance floor with an innocent smile on her face, Vlad exclaimed.

The girl has long curly golden hair and a gorgeous blue fluffy dress, which brings out the natural nobleness and purity of the girl.

The gorgeous skirt is covered with a lot of tiny diamonds. Under the lights around the dance floor, it is like the stars in the sky, twinkling with stars, which is really beautiful.

The girl has been invited by many people, and she has obviously become the focus of all the men in the audience.

Charles heard this, his face was depressed, and he drank the wine glass that had just been filled, and said: "My sister, Cinderella."

"Very beautiful, right." After saying that, he laughed at himself.

The couple turned into siblings in an instant, who can accept it.

"That's good, don't mind, I invite Her Royal Highness the Princess to dance."

As he said this, his body stood up honestly.

Charles saw this and what could he do, so he nodded and agreed.

Cinderella, who had just finished a song, rejected the next inviter and planned to take a break.

During this time, she was very happy and felt that she was the happiest girl in the world.

Just because her father, who she thought was dead, became the king of Wayne Kingdom and appeared in front of her again.

Such a dreamy experience made Cinderella feel like she was in a dream.

Although she lost a lover, she gained her father and brother, so Cinderella was satisfied.

"Thank you for the blessing of the God of Blood and Flame." Cinderella prayed silently in her heart again.

"Beautiful lady, may I have the honor to ask you to dance with me?"

A pleasant and magnetic voice sounded beside her.      This made Cinderella, who was praying secretly, frown subconsciously.

With eyes flashing like stars, she looked at the person who disturbed her prayer with displeasure.

Just one glance, but she stood there in disbelief.

Her rosy lips trembled slightly, and she shouted wildly in her heart: "It seems, it seems"

Just when Cinderella was shocked, her snow-white little hand was involuntarily stretched out and followed the other party to the dance floor.

When her body danced again to the melodious music, Cinderella came back to her senses. Her clean eyes, like starlight, with a glimmer of hope, looked at the man holding her slender waist opposite her, and said with a trembling voice:

"You, you are."

Vlad smiled slightly: "Don't talk, dance first."

Hearing the rather overbearing words in her ears, Cinderella laughed happily instead.

She stared at Vlad without blinking, as if there was something on her face, her eyes flashing with light, and she never moved away from then on.

This made the nobles around who had been paying attention to Cinderella's every move look gloomy.

In the distance, Prince Charles, seeing Cinderella behaving like this, smiled wildly, as if he was suddenly relieved at this moment, drank the glass in his hand, and walked out of the palace.

"My, my Lord God, I, I am so excited."

In the garden at night, Cinderella clasped her little hands tightly and looked very excited.

"Shh, remember, call me Vlad, don't let anyone hear you." He raised his finger and shushed slightly, signaling Cinderella to pay attention.

Cinderella, as the most ardent believer, would naturally not refuse the request of her own god.

"F, Vlad~~" There was a slight hesitation in the voice.

But it can be seen that the excited and happy smile on Cinderella's face shows that she is obviously very excited at the moment.

"Hmm~ It seems you are doing well." Vlad said with a smile.

"This is all due to God~~you, bless me."

Seeing Vlad's sideways glance, Cinderella quickly changed her words. At this time, the excitement in her heart slowly subsided and she began to become nervous.

"F, Vlad, why are you here?" Cinderella bit her red lips and asked softly.

"Isn't this what I want to ask you~" He rolled his eyes and said in an indifferent voice.

"Me~!?" Cinderella raised her slender white fingers and pointed at herself with a look of astonishment.

"I remember your father was a businessman. How could he suddenly become the king? Why did the queen say you were her daughter!?"

Facing the inquiry from the Lord God.

Cinderella did not hide anything and told Vlad everything she knew.

Only then did Cinderella vaguely guess that the Lord God might have come here for this purpose.

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel anxious again. Is there something wrong with it?

"You are saying that your father's so-called identity as a businessman is false, and that you are actually the king's illegitimate daughter, and the queen took this matter over because she was afraid of affecting the king's reputation."

"Well~, that's what my father told me."

"If that's the case, why didn't I pick you up before, but now I recognize you?" Vlad hit the nail on the head and pointed to the essence of the problem.

Hearing this, Cinderella stood still, her face turned pale, and she suddenly felt an inexplicable chill all over her body: "Yes, why!?"

She had never thought about this question. She longed for family affection and subconsciously avoided this question.

Seeing Cinderella's pale face, Vlad said: "Is it your father? There is a simplest way, just take it~"

Under Cinderella's doubtful gaze, Vlad cut Cinderella's finger and performed the blood witchcraft: bloodline tracing.

I saw the blood overflowing from Cinderella's fingers. Suddenly the light blazed and turned into a bloody arrow, pointing far into the palace.

And that direction is exactly where the king is!

Obviously, Cinderella is King Wayne's daughter.

How is it possible? What is the problem? ?

PS: I have something to do at home today, so I don’t have time to write. I can only take the time to write a chapter. I would like to say sorry to you all.

Also, regarding this book, I am about to enter between worlds. In the collision and communication stage, [commonly known as plane invasion] I wonder if you foster parents would like to see this style.

You can leave me a message~, if you don’t like it, I will try to reduce the description of this aspect as much as possible.