The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress C.210: No Need to Survive

With those words, Chloe nodded, "I understand."

She then continued walking, leading Aaron along.

She seemed to be wandering aimlessly, circling the entire military camp, her gaze occasionally falling on the tents and the soldiers in training.

Aaron followed closely behind her, and finally couldn't resist stepping forward to ask:

"Young Miss, do you believe me?"

"Didn't you say you weren't the one who let the Werewolf Race in?" Chloe lazily brushed a strand of hair from her face, giving him a sidelong glance. "Then naturally, I choose to believe you."

After saying this, she turned her attention to a watchtower in the distance, changing the subject:

"Is that where you usually stand guard?"

Aaron had wanted to say something else, but upon hearing Chloe's question, he swallowed his words and simply nodded, "Yes."

"Oh, I see," Chloe's voice was filled with indifference.

The watchtower loomed high, and from their low vantage point, they couldn't see much clearly. They could barely make out some of the guards standing on the tower, those closer to the edge.

Chloe seemed to have taken an unusual interest in this watchtower and asked another question:

"So this is the watchtower. Do you often have duty up there?"

Hearing this, Aaron slightly lowered his head, "Mm-hmm."

"When are you usually on duty at the watchtower?" Chloe continued to inquire with interest.

Aaron counted on his fingers before answering honestly:

"Usually on Saturdays and Sundays."

Saturday and Sunday, according to Vampire tradition, were the days when soldiers had the least amount of training. On these two days, except for the sentries on duty, other soldiers could relax a bit.

Chloe pondered for a moment before asking, "Has your duty always been on Saturdays and Sundays?"

Aaron nodded.

Upon receiving this answer, Chloe's brow furrowed slightly.

This was quite interesting.

The selection of guards for watchtower duty was never fixed. According to traditional procedures, a soldier wouldn't always be assigned to guard duty at the same time.

Unless someone was deliberately arranging it.

Guard duty wasn't a pleasant task. In layman's terms, it meant standing at attention for an entire day, which was more exhausting than training under the scorching sun.

The entire body would become stiff.

This feeling wasn't unfamiliar to Chloe.

It seemed that the bullying within the border army of Puze County was worse than she had imagined.

But... why bully Aaron?

Chloe stopped walking, her gaze slowly scanning Aaron's body. She cleverly changed her approach:

"It seems the general here doesn't like you very much?"

Hearing this, Aaron's face paled. His throat moved slightly, and he finally nodded hesitantly, "Yes."

"Why?" Chloe's dark red eyes flashed with a faint light. Her pupils contracted slightly for a moment before she added, "I want to hear the truth."

As the words fell, Aaron froze.

If one looked closely, they would notice that his fists had been tightly clenched the whole time, even trembling slightly from the force.

Clearly, he was extremely nervous now.

After a long while, Aaron asked in a shaky voice, "If I tell you, Young Miss, will you believe me?"

Chloe raised an eyebrow slightly: "Of course."

A smile appeared on her lips: "As long as you tell me, I'll help you seek justice from my father."

Hearing these words, Aaron's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

He raised his head, revealing two wet streaks beneath his eyes.

"It's like this..."

...

When Chloe returned to the general's tent, she saw the general kneeling on the ground, his head hanging low, as if he had suffered a crushing blow.

Xavier, the apparent culprit, was sitting properly in a chair, legs crossed, in a relaxed posture, even holding a cup of steaming red tea.

Chloe, seemingly oblivious to the trembling general on the ground, casually walked to Xavier's side and hugged his arm.

Understanding her intent, Xavier brought the red tea to Chloe's lips, feeding her sip by sip.

Having been out for a long time, Chloe was quite thirsty. After drinking the tea, she felt much better.

She drained the cup with big gulps, then leisurely took out a handkerchief to wipe the moisture from her lips. Only then did she have time to look at the general kneeling on the ground.

Chloe feigned surprise, covering her mouth:

"Oh my! Why is the general kneeling on the ground! It's so cold, get up quickly, get up!"

While her words said "get up quickly," she showed no intention of going to help him up.

The general understood now that this young one's personality was cut from the same cloth as Xavier's, inherently just as wicked.

As if to confirm the general's thoughts, Chloe's gaze shifted down to the general's knees the next moment.

There were several pieces of broken porcelain underneath.

The sharp ends were piercing into the general's knees, drawing traces of blood.

It looked painful just to see it.

Chloe instantly became "heartbroken" and complained, "Father, the general is in such a state, how can you still let him kneel?"

Hearing this, Xavier helplessly stroked Chloe's head: "Don't make trouble."

After saying this, he turned his gaze back to the general, his tone cold and authoritative:

"If you still can't give me a satisfactory answer in three days, you won't need to stay in this military camp anymore."

As the words fell, he stood up and left the general's tent with Chloe.

Chloe was held in Xavier's arms, her hands wrapped around his neck. She turned her head to look at the general.

He was kneeling on the floor, head bowed low, fists hanging at his sides.

Though he appeared obedient and submissive, for some reason, Chloe felt that this fellow looked full of defiance, very disobedient.

He seemed like the type of petty person who would trip others up behind their backs.

Chloe felt very uncomfortable, so she gave the general the middle finger.

Once outside the tent, Chloe asked:

"What did you two talk about in there?"

Xavier looked down at her: "Do you want to know?"

Hearing this, Chloe buried her head: "Tell me or don't, if you don't want to tell me, then forget it."

A smile spread across Xavier's eyes as he finally acquiesced to Chloe's wishes and recounted everything that had transpired in the tent.

"I didn't say anything else, just voiced the questions I had in my mind."

The most crucial point was the anomaly in the general's demeanor, which Xavier had noticed the moment he laid eyes on him.

The general lacked the submissiveness typically exhibited when facing a pureblood Vampire.

Xavier was a straightforward person; when he discovered an issue, he would immediately seek to resolve it.

Perhaps the general himself hadn't anticipated that Xavier would uncover it so quickly, let alone point out the problem without any hesitation.

If the general failed to provide Xavier with a satisfactory explanation within three days,

There would be no reason for him to continue living.