Atlas was given a dagger to stab himself. He was commanded to kill himself to test if the compulsion worked.

Unfortunately, Atlas was caught on the web, not knowing how to get out of it without any violence. Ultimately, it was Lilith who came forth with a suggestion.

“Stab yourself! Listen to him!”

Atlas subtly glanced towards his shadows under him, unable to believe what nonsense he was hearing. Was she trying to get revenge on him for not listening?

Lilith further clarified. “I don’t mean actually stab yourself. Even though my Master won’t die of a minor stabbing in the heart by a knife, it’s still not good in the condition you’re in. If you do it, I’m ninety percent sure you’ll end up in Blood Lust after healing, so you really can’t do it now!”

“However, you can still pretend to be doing it! Pretend that you’re following the command and take the dagger to your chest. If it’s just a test, there’s a small chance that this would be enough to prove that you’re under compulsion and the Vampire will stop you at the last moment,” she explained.

“Even though the chance of that happening is really low, it’s still worth a try. If it doesn’t work, fighting is the last option. Just make sure that you avoid seeing blood and don’t get any on yourself!”

Even though Atlas was sure that this suggestion wasn’t going to work, Atlas still decided to give it a try. They were Vampires! They didn’t care for human lives. Why would they stop him from killing himself even if they get their proof that he’s under Compulsion? He was sure that fighting was the only option, but it was still worth a try.

As the count of three was over, he thrust the dagger towards himself. Slicing even the winds, the dagger closed in on his chest. He waited until the last second to hear the command to stop as the knife closed in.

Lorenz observed the dagger, not looking like he was going to say anything. Even as the knife touched the chest, no command came. Ultimately, Atlas stopped on his own; the knife remained on his chest.

A smirk graced the lips of Lorenz. “Amusing. I was right.”

He was the only one who was amused though. Jian, along with the two Family heads, were both shocked. They knew how big a deal it was for a human to be immune to a Vampire’s Compulsion, especially a Vampire who was as strong as Lorenz.

Atlas looked down, letting out a deep sigh. “No matter how much I try to avoid troubles, they always seem to find me.”

He glanced at Lancaster. “I’m sorry for what’s going to happen.”

Lancaster grew confused about what Atlas was talking about. What was Atlas sorry for? He should be sorry he got Atlas in this mess.

“What are you?” Lorenz again grabbed the neck of Atlas, raising him in the air as he kept tightening his grip, choking Atlas. This time, he wasn’t in the mood to free Atlas. “You aren’t a Werewolf. You don’t have that stench! Are you from the Witch Clan? Those pesky insects?”

Atlas dropped the knife to the ground as soon as he was raised in the air.

Unfortunately for him, he did exactly what Atlas wanted. Even after knowing that Atlas could avoid the Compulsion, he closed in.

“You’re right. I’m not a Werewolf. I’m not from the Witch Clan wither,” Atlas responded, weakly as if he was having a hard time breathing. His expressions were filled with fear of death. However, all those expressions changed into something else as he spoke his next sentence.

“I’m much worse!” Atlas declared as he got into action. He placed his left hand on the chin of Lorenz while placing the didn’t hand on the back of the head of Lorenz.

Suddenly, his speed became so fast that even Lorenz was stunned. He was sure that Atlas wasn’t a Vampire, nor was he a werewolf.

That only left one thing! People from the Witch Clan! They didn’t have the strength or the speed. They only had their abilities to cast spells, but even that took time. That’s why he hadn’t expected that speed which should only belong to Vampires and Werewolves?

Within a blink of an eye, his head was grabbed by Atlas, who twisted his head with full strength, completing a 180-degree turn of Lorenz’s head.

Lorenz’s body weakened. His eyes closed. Atlas was freed from his grasp. Atlas knew that Lorenz wasn’t dead yet. He was only unconscious. However, that much was enough for him to get some time.

The two Family heads were still in shock, standing there in a daze at what they saw; however, before they could come out of their daze, Atlas moved again. He appeared behind Jian, following the same trick, utilizing the opportunity where everyone was too stunned to understand the situation. This shock factor always worked to his advantage.

He did the same thing with Jian, who tried to move at the last second, finally understanding what was going to happen, but his head was also grabbed by Atlas, who twisted it. Jian also dropped to the ground, unable to do anything.

The Wiess and Igor family head saw the second Vampire die within a second. They were so horrified they couldn’t ever let out a welp for help to call all the Vampires from outside.

Atlas appeared in the middle of the two, grabbing their necks. He pulled them towards each other, hitting one’s head with the head of the other.

That only left one person… The doctor who was lying on the ground, lifelessly.

Atlas glanced in surprise, wondering who had killed the man. He soon noticed Lancaster, who was free of the bounds. He got his hands out of the rope to help Atlas.

It was his first time killing someone. A knife was stabbed in the chest of the old man. The blood kept trickling down, covering the entire floor. Not intending to look at the blood, Atlas turned his back on the scene. The only reason he hadn’t stabbed someone was because he didn’t want to see blood. Still, he knew that killing them was important. They had seen their faces here.

Lancaster ran towards Atlas and held his hands. “We need to run. We should be able to get out now!”

“Lancaster?” Atlas responded. “We can’t run, leaving them alive. They had seen my face. They know I’ve killed them, and they know what I am now. If we let them live, it’ll be troublesome in the future.”

“You mean….?”

“Yeah. Take the knife and kill everyone who saw me here. I don’t want to see blood, or I would’ve done it myself,” Atlas explained.

“But the people outside had also seen my face. What about that? They’ll know we did it. There’s no way out of it. We need to leave the city! Don’t waste time!” Lancaster retorted.

“You know they’ll wake up in a few minutes. This much isn’t enough to kill the Vampires. You’re the one wasting time. Do it fast. As far as the people outside are concerned, they have seen your face, not mine. You need to leave the city; I don’t. I won’t go without taking my sister!” Atlas responded sharply. “Will you help me this time or not? Or should I do it myself?”

“If I kill them, the blood might make me lose control. So I’m seriously asking you for help,” he further added as he looked through the glass window at the Vampires outside the room. Fortunately, they couldn’t see through the windows.

Lancaster was already troubled at having to kill one person, but now he needed to kill four, including the Vampires and heads of great families? He thought about the sister of Lancaster and realized how important it was for him to stay in the city. On the contrary, he was already a fugitive for now, no matter what he did.

“Fine. I’ll do it!” he declared after thinking for a long time.

He pulled out the knife from the chest of the old man and moved to others.

Atlas only heard the sounds of knife slicing something, but he didn’t look back. He even placed his hood back again. There was not even a single droplet of blood on his clothes.

“Hmm?” A frown graced his lips as he noticed the movement outside. All the Vampires were running out of the restaurant.

“Did they find out what happened here? Why would they run though? It must be something else. They aren’t running away from me! They are running towards something or someone…” he muttered. “There can only be one person who could warrant this much attention.”

“Lancaster, hurry up! Carlisle is coming!” he warned Lancaster.

“I am going as fast as I can! I’m not a professional killer!” Lancaster retorted as he continued with his trembling hands.

After finishing everyone in the room properly, he ran back to Atlas. “I’m done.”

“Good. Let’s leave!” Atlas pushed the door open and stepped into an empty hallway which was good to escape. He closed the door behind him after Lancaster also stepped out.

Instead of running towards the exit of the restaurant where all the Vampires were waiting, he pointed towards the stairs that were leading upstairs.

He ran to the stairs. Lancaster followed behind, trying to keep pace.

As Lancaster and Atlas reached the roof, a carriage stopped outside the restaurant. The Carriage with the Royal Symbol was so recognizable that everyone knew who had arrived! Everyone on the street went down on their knees at the sight of the carriage.

“We are here! Where to now? I’m sure they’ll check the roof as well after finding what happened inside the room. How do we get out of here?” Lancaster asked, pacing back and forth. He couldn’t see any exit.

On the other hand, Atlas stood calmly at the edge of the roof, looking down at the carriage which carried the target of his retribution!

The door of the carriage opened, and a man stepped out, dressed in beautiful black attire. A golden Carlisle Family insignia was carved on the back of his robe. His curly silver hair came down to his shoulder while his standing collars reached up to his ears. His lifeless eyes observed all the Vampires before him.

Seeing the man once again, from this close, Atlas felt a raging volcano inside his heart which was rebelling to come out and destroy everything that stood between him and that man. He clenched his fist as he took a step ahead.

“How is she?” Carlisle asked his men calmly.

“We heard Lady Yovana is stable now. Lord Lorenz is with her,” came a response.

The man nodded, taking a step towards the door, only to stop mid-step. He felt as if someone was observing him. He raised his head up abruptly.