Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic-Chapter 437 The old man

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"She will come to her conscious state as soon as she gets shocked after hearing such bad news about her daughter. We need to give her time to consume everything. Take her to her room, she needs a lot of rest."?Nexus informed Monica about it.

Monica was upset seeing the collapsing of her mother. She was hurt by seeing Nora being in a coma and cannot express her fear of losing her member to an enemy. As she saw the healers rushing back in the room to take Madam Russell into the medical wing, she wiped her tears with the back of her hands and glared into the empty space.

Nexus noticed it too but he cannot help as Monica was Nora's sister and she had all the rights to be upset.

Madeline was admitted in the medical wing for treatment. She was under the shock and required sedation to calm her pulses down.

Monica closed her eyes and pictured hundreds of gory murderous scenarios to punish the enemy. "I won't spare him. I sowre, I will find him and kill him for attempting to kill my sister. Now look, what that enemy has done to my family.

My sister is laying in the bed, she is in a coma and there is a rare possibility of her surviving it. My mother lost control and now she has collapsed after the news. For everything he did, I will murder him with my bare hands. I take this oath to kill him." Monica shouted and others around her heard loudly. f(r)eeweb(n)ovel

"I will bring out the real culprit and punish him severely for his wrong doing." Monica announced before leaving the medical wing in haste.

Nexus noticed Monica leaving the wing but he didn't stop her either. He himself was under deep thoughts. His thoughts kept him awake at night and the thought of being in danger by the enemy halted his progress to catch him.

He did not understand exactly why the killer wanted to kill Tiffany in the first place. But that doesn't mean he would stay inside these brick walls and watch others taking the iron maiden in the fights.

Now that he is aware of the situation. The killer was behind Tiffany as his target was Tiffany all the time, not him. Nexus finds out he was attacked by the killer because the killer wanted?to distract everyone from the real victim.

And when the victim was found alone, he attacked her. Nora went to give back Tiffany's cloak but she got caught in the fight.

He cannot rely on Tom for the investigation of this case. It would only delay him catching the culprit. Meanwhile, if he succeeded in assassinating Tiffany after his revelation, Nexus would never forgive himself. So, he thought of taking the matter in his own hands.

Even if he had been informed that the enemy's real target was Tiffany, he would investigate the matter by himself to protect Tiffany and others because the rain might have stopped raining for a while, but the storm was still hurdling outside.

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Giddy and shaky, The sound of Abby's feet came clattering down the spiral staircase.

Her slender calves pounded on each step- leaping through the air. Her inflated lungs swelled her chest, and excitement flashed in her eager eyes.

"Grandpa!" she exclaimed; "Look what I foun–"

The words died out in her mouth with a sudden halt.

The tensed muscles in her slender legs turned to water as her arms dropped. From her energetic eyes, disappointment bled into her face. She lowered the book carefully- and looked on the old man- fast asleep.

'Asleep again?' she wondered through narrowed eyes; 'This old man, he's not going senile is he?'

She suddenly felt sorry- for him.

Sliding her heels, she slipped forward- striding towards his sleeping form on the hammock. Pressing her lips together, she carefully lifted the heavy book from his chest- and he grunted in his sleep- probably in gratitude.

The sweeping breeze gently tugged at his hammock- rocking him gently.

Abby stood by his side- like a sentinel- watching over him. Her fingers dug in the books she held to her chest- as a stream of thoughts burned through her head.

'This is super weird. . .is this what he's going to be like from now on?'

Abby's face twisted, trying to remember exactly when this had started. A fortnight? Maybe two? Frustration crept across her face- and her lips tightened. She could not remember.

But it was happening- AGAIN.

'I get why he might want to take a couple of hours off during the day. . .I mean. . .he's an ancient creature. . .'

She shrugged- heaving her youthful shoulders up.

'. . .but why is he always so damn active at night though? I hear him creeping around in the basement. But he never knocks anything over. . .not once. . .'

She frowned;

'What is he doing anyway?'

Abby suddenly felt weary. It looked like she knew nothing. And she did not like knowing nothing. Sighing, her spun around- light on her heels, and strode across the wide open courtyard.

The strong firm white canvas was spread out over their heads. It gave all the light of the sun-and reflected back some of the heat. Abby took a seat at a small round table- dropping the thick binding books on the table with a soft thud.

'Think back Abby-' she whispered silently; '–when did this start? When did grandpa suddenly start acting strange?'

Like a reader flipping through a bunch of pages- she hurriedly glazed through her recent memories. Blinking rapidly, her lashes fluttered up and down- skipping through the late breakfasts, the late night creeping, the black rings around his sleepless eyes.

Seated at the edge of the table, right leg crossed over her left- and arms folded across her chest, her starry eyes suddenly lit up.

"Nexus?"

It was a question, an exclamation, and an answer. Abby's lips curved into a mini snarl- and she leaned forward on the table- inclining her her spine and supporting her chin with her right arm.

"That's right. . .this shit started when he broke the Stone Book's seal. . ."

Both her eyes narrowed.

She stopped breathing.

Her snarl tightened.

'Yes. . .it was right around that time. . .it was around the time of the full moon wasn't it?'

She gasped- drumming her fingers- tapping the tabletop impatiently.

Pangs of guilt sliced through her- ripping her apart- and exposing her for the self absorbed person that she was.

'It's been going on for that long? But why–? I don't think Grandpa Drac is working on this with Nexus. . .at least, that way I could actually blame him. . .'

But she hadn't seen Nexus- not in a while.

Abby's arm dropped. Throwing back her shoulders, she turned her gaze towards Dracula. Possessed by worry, she didn't even know when she found herself tapping him on the shoulders;

"Grandfather. . ." she rasped; "Wake up–"

Dracula's upper body recoiled faster than a boa constrictor. He shot up from the hammock like a thief- eyes wide open but still groggy.

The grand daughter jumped backwards in fright- clutching her chest tightly;

"Grandpa!" she exclaimed; "WhAt was that for?!"

"Huh?" he cocked his head...