The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Alessio himself could not remember when he first started paying attention to psycho.

    Before he was dragged into the coffin, he had lived about two thousand years, and two-thirds of them were without psycho. He also remembered many things, many vampires, many Temple Hunters, some dead, some still around to the end, but he always felt as if he had been floating along for the thousand years before he met Psycho.

    When he is unhappy or tired, he could always cover the coffin lid and lie down in the confined space he somewhat resented, and when he opened his eyes again, the world would be a different place. Just as when he was grieving after the death of his best friend, *Long, and slept in his coffin after taking his revenge, that princess whom Long loved became a new Lich and he had a new friend.

(T/N: Literally dragon. I’m not sure if he is referring to his friend’s race[dragon] or his name[Long])

    Using sleep to resist boredom, using sleep to face a last goodbye …… before meeting psycho.

    After meeting psycho, it was as if he was a kite connected to a string. He knew that human life was very short and that the Temple’s way of fighting brevity was to freeze it. He did not want the gorgeous Saint to be one of those who were frozen to death, so every time he thought about it before lying down in his coffin, he would grit his teeth and be able to stay awake.

    As long as he was awake, the other was precious to the Temple.

    He was then forced to spend his long waking hours gaining news after news relating to the Saint, news that invariably shone brightly, without exception. The Saint came all the way, heroic and magnificent, which Alessio had dreamed of when he was human.

    But he had long since lost the right to dream.

    “I remember everything you were involved in, so I have a pretty good memory.” Alessio retracted his thoughts, not forgetting to pull on his memory.

    The Saint looked at him with an odd gaze. There was a faint glint of something in his sky-coloured eyes that was quickly hidden again.

    “Well, so do I.”

    He said slowly.

    Alessio nodded along. Suddenly, he remembered that the man in front of him had once been a psycho. He remembered what the psycho had been involved in, because everything the psycho had experienced had been his dream when he was human, and the psycho said he remembered everything that was related to him ……

    Alessio was scared to even think about it. He thought very carefully that his “remembering all” and the psycho’s “remembering all” were definitely not the same thing! With the twisted state of psycho, that “remembering” is definitely a “remembering” of all the details! It’s the “remembering” that is written in a notebook and turned over in the middle of the night! A “remembering” that could pull all the changes in his expressions from the past in front of him!

    Careless! Was the psycho starting to change now?

    Alessio rose with horror and stared warily at the Saint before him.

    “Is it starting now?”

    Ruzius paused slightly, then looked at him in a confused way, as if he had no idea what he was talking about.

    “As a hunter with the ultimate goal of hunting you …… once.” Ruzius didn’t forget to add, “I certainly need to know about all the great things you’ve done, might as well say it’s part of my homework.”

    Alessio hadn’t let his guard down yet. The shadow that the psycho had once cast over him was really too big.

    “Then tell me what you remember …… about Delvi.”

    This memory he had indeed restored. The Saint thought for a moment and slowly stated.

    “The Queen of blood and thorns Delvi …….”

    His voice was indeed well suited to narrate history, for even when recounting events in which the vampires had the upper hand, he did so without any excess emotion. He talked about the Queen’s cleansing plan, how the Manticores had asked Alessio to intervene, how Alessio had sent the fourth-generation vampire to kill the Queen, and how he had broken the Silver Cross and disgraced the Temple.

    Although Alessio hadn’t expected the Temple to be informed of how the Manticores had come in contact with him, the psycho’s current recount eased his mind.

    “That’s it?”

    He sat back in his chair. The Saint opposite him frowned slightly, sitting upright and looking very well-behaved.

    “Is there any omission?”

    “No, it’s very comprehensive.” Alessio was thoroughly relieved that the psycho was now still quite normal and that they could still get along happily.

    The Saint then quietly lowered his eyelashes. On the contrary, Alessio felt a little sorry in his heart. He should not be prejudiced against the psycho who still hadn’t recovered his memory now because of some radical actions of the psycho in the past, that would be too unfair.

    But the words of apology were a bit too much for him to say ……

    “Are you …… are you going to sleep? Going to the room with the coffin? Can you sleep?” Alessio had to change the subject forcefully. When he saw the Saint nod slightly, he rose decisively to withdraw.

    Should he get up early tomorrow and bring breakfast to the psycho as an apology? Alessio was still thinking about it when he got back to his room, but then thought that he could never get up earlier than psycho and gave up. He had been tossing and turning for a long time when he suddenly leaned close to the door and heard the sound of the Saint leaving. After hesitating for a moment, and not knowing what psychological reason he had, he concealed his breath and followed silently.

    The Conservation Center was not very quiet at night; on the contrary, there were many Dark Creatures of the night, and many people to look after them. The Center was brightly lit. Alessio followed behind Ruzius. He deliberately hid himself so that the Saint could not detect him. Alessio even had the leisure to look out of the window.

    They were walking past a floor-to-ceiling window. Sea Serpents were exhaling in the night, the brilliant flames floating on the surface of the inner sea. The fire reflects their silhouettes, but the flames were not the flames of a former battle, rather they were particularly warm.

    The coffin was placed on the next layer. A room was specially vacated to house this precious object from ten thousand years ago. The Centre, after obtaining permission, took some of the roses for research, but most of them still remained in the coffin, frozen in the marvellous magic of time, never withering in bloom.

    The Saint came to the coffin but did not rush to lie down in it to rest, instead he just sat leaning on it and flipped out a notebook. Only then did Alessio notice that the Saint had brought many other things with him as if he intended to do something before going to bed.

    The curtains in the room were not all drawn. The cold light of pale silver was cast in through the cracked gaps, imprinting a pane of window shadows on the floor. Against the light the Saint leaned against the heavy coffin, a semi-silvery white cloak draped over him, and the moist moonlit scent of the roses filled the space as if the Saint were submerged in a sea of pale silver that reminded Alessio of the first time they had met.

    Of course, not the day when the Silver Cross was broken; that was a day when the psycho later forced him to fix it in the hope that he would take that as his first day. But in Alessio’s own perception, the first time he saw Ruzius, was on such a dark and gloomy night, when there was no light around him, and the Saint appeared before him –

    Suddenly, the moon rose.

    It was the hunting ground of the kingdom’s nobles, a round-up between the Temple and the nobles to exchange points. The dark clouds of the broken Silver Cross were over the Temple, making them frantic for revenge. The Temple planned to launch an attack on the werewolves in advance, and the kingdom’s armed forces could help them repel the snowy land folks who believed in darkness.

    Forbidden to use magic or martial arts, the hunters cultivated by the Temple searched for their prey. Suddenly, a golden stag leapt out of the bushes, its antlers glistening with moonlight – the most precious prey of the day. It fled frantically among the hunters’ bows and arrows. The hunters shouted and chased after it all the way into the deep forest, crossing over knee-deep shallow water, when an arrow with a name engraved on it brought the deer down with precision before the dense forest.

    The hunters’ cheers were not heard. There was only dead silence.

    In front of the dense forest, the intruder with a black cloak stood still, an excessively pale hand poked out of the broad sleeve of his cloak, grasped the arrow and pulled it up without much effort. The owner of the hand looked closely at the name on it and smiled.

    “Ruzius …… which one?”

     Facing the third-generation vampire who had broken the Silver Cross not long ago, only one man among the trembling hunters stood out from the crowd, and that was the sight Alessio remembered of their first meeting.

    The Saint waded into the water as if on a horse of immortal myth woven from the stars and the moon, shining brighter than the golden deer that had fallen. His drooping lashes intercepted the colour of the sky. And Alessio thought, how could there be such a beautiful human?

    “That’s my prey.” Said the human, said the Saint, said the hunter who had made it his life’s mission to kill him.

    As a matter of fact, he stopped there just to get that deer, OK? The golden fur and horns were indeed beautiful. Alessio was still sore from the memory. He should have just carried the deer away, made its skin into a blanket and the horns into a decoration. He was really angry at the psycho.

    He looked at his watch. It was already time for the Night Owl Party to go wild, and the psycho wasn’t planning to sleep yet, which was unscientific. The psycho’s precise routine was known to him, unless ……

    He didn’t want to sleep or couldn’t sleep.

    So it’s quality of sleep that’s not improving at all? Counting today, psycho has been up all night for six days straight!

    Alessio couldn’t control himself and was about to go in when the tip of his ear twitched slightly. He silently retreated back to his original spot, quietly watching as the visitor knocked on the door of the room that had not been closed.

    It was Zhu Heng.

    Alessio’s assessment was accurate. He entered the room quickly and stood against the wall before Zhu Heng entered. As expected, Zhu Heng casually closed the door and pulled a box of medicine from the pocket of his white coat.

    “I’m on the late shift today, so I came to personally give you the extra dose of medicine.” He handed the medicine to Ruzius and frowned worriedly, “Relying on medication for sleep is not a permanent solution. You could try receiving hypnosis if you can.”

    Ruzius declined the offer.

    “Then, if you need anything, you can call me. You do look ……”

    “Not very good, right.” Ruzius picked up on his words and lowered his eyes, “I’m really not good. The day after tomorrow …… no, it’s tomorrow now, I’m going to live under the same roof as the vampire.”

    “…… That may be the source of your mental stress.”

    “…… Inherent concepts are hard to change.”

    Ruzius concluded.

    Zhu Heng left the medicine and left. Ruzius looked at the instructions on the box, then suddenly looked sideways and saw Alessio.

    “Don’t mind what I just said ……”

    “You suspect Zhu Heng.”

    Ruzius’s hand paused slightly, then a faint smile appeared on his expressionless face.

    “Yes, I suspect him.”