Day three of Delia’s research on the Dudu Yai mummy.
She arrived even earlier than before.
Alexander had warned her since before she left for work.
He was anxious because Delia only responded with a “Hmm” and chose to stay focused on her phone.
In the end, the handsome vampire decided to follow her to the museum.
Secretly, of course, without Delia’s know.
* At the Everette Museum.
In this place…
Alexander could feel it.
As he stood a few meters from the research room.
That aura…
The horrific and terrifying aura of a cold-blooded killer.
The hunter witch named Dudu Yai.
“Oh my!” Alexander muttered quietly.
He was not using his magic.
Not yet.
He was just there, hiding in every dark corner of the museum.
Sometimes he camouflaged himself as an ordinary visitor enjoying the museum’s collection.
Then he would disappear again.
Far from the line of sight of Robin, who was always patrolling the museum.
“Delia, time for lunch!” Robin called from behind the research room door.
Delia lifted her head and gave an OK sign with her thumb and forefinger pressed together.
Her eyes were still reluctant to leave her phone screen, which displayed detailed photos of the hieroglyphs on Dudu Yai’s sarcophagus.
Robin knew this girl definitely would not budge unless forcibly dragged.
Too diligent, sometimes endangering her own health.
Quickly, Robin headed to his office.
On the way, he muttered, “What should I buy that’s good for Delia?” Just then, he heard a whisper that sounded more like a gust of wind.
“Special fried rice, with two sunny-side-up eggs, half-cooked so the yolk melts in the mouth.
And Delia likes it spicy, don’t use parsley, she really hates parsley…” Robin immediately gasped.
His eyes darted wildly across the entire room and museum corridors.
His hair stood on end.
There was no one around him.
He was sure of it!
Yet the voice was very clear.
Clear, firm, and sounded very affectionate.
But still terrifying!
Robin shook his head, trying to convince himself that it was just his imagination because he was worried about Delia.
But he still ordered food for Delia according to that affectionate whisper.
And in the corner of the room near the filing cabinet, a mischievous vampire with blood-red eyes seemed to be giggling, holding back his laughter.
Alexander covered his mouth with his palm, his shoulders bobbing up and down several times.
He was delighted to have pranked that overly loyal museum guard.
Robin returned to the research room ten minutes later.
“Eat first,” he said, handing Delia a plate of warm fried rice.
The girl’s eyes widened.
“Huh?
How did you know I like it with two sunny-side-up eggs?” Delia wondered.
Delia even turned off her phone and stared at Robin in disbelief.
As she stood up from her research chair, she nearly stumbled and fell along with the innocent fried rice.
Robin shrugged, grinning with trembling lips.
The horror in his office earlier, that soft, affectionate whisper, was still echoing in his head.
Eek!
He did not want to explain further to Delia.
What would the girl think?!
She might think he was crazy!
Delia ate heartily in the museum pantry.
The moment the first spoonful touched her mouth, her eyes lit up.
“It’s really good, sir!
Where did you buy this?” Delia asked with her mouth full of fried rice.
“A regular stall nearby, dear…” Robin answered briefly with an awkward smile.
While Delia was enjoying her special fried rice, Alexander quietly slipped into the research room.
Silently…
Alexander used a bit of his magic to track the witch Dudu Yai’s trail.
His pale hand glowed with a dim purple light.
His eyes narrowed.
But…
Nothing.
No trace of the hunter witch’s energy in this room.
“Weird!” he muttered, furrowing his brow.
Once again, he searched the room.
Using more of his magical energy.
This time, the purple glow in his hand grew brighter.
Then he searched again for the witch’s energy trail.
He touched every corner.
Every crack in the wall.
Every fiber of the mummy’s wrapping cloth.
Again.
His efforts yielded nothing.
“Could it be…?” he muttered again.
Could it be that Dudu Yai had already left this place?
Or could he be wrong?
Could the aura he felt be just remnants of old, harmless energy?
The research room door opened.
Like lightning, Alexander darted out as Delia and Robin entered while chatting animatedly.
Alexander himself returned to pretending to be a visitor reading an information board in the hallway.
But his position remained close to the research room.
“So, Delia.
I’m sorry I can’t stay with you until evening today.
I have to take my wife to the doctor,” Robin explained as he straightened his jacket.
Delia looked sad.
Her smile faded slightly.
“I hope your wife recovers soon, sir.
What’s wrong with her?” “The usual…
We’re getting old, so weak joints,” Robin answered, patting Delia’s shoulder.
Robin then left hurriedly.
Delia stood at the research room door, waving until Robin’s figure disappeared beyond the exit.
Now she had to wait until 4 PM to go home.
Alone.
In a room accompanied only by Dudu Yai’s mummy, the sarcophagus, and some old artifacts.
Time passed very quickly.
Before she knew it, the clock on the research room wall showed 4:20 PM.
Delia cursed herself for losing track of time again.
She should have already gone home.
But her notes on Dudu Yai were so fascinating.
She quickly put her personal belongings into her bag.
Tidied up anything messy in the research room.
Notebooks were stacked, pens put away, her phone slipped into the small pocket of her bag.
Then she turned around, ready to go home, and…
Hsssssh!
Delia’s eyes bulged wide.
Something dark swept over her.
Something cold pierced her chest.
She did not have time to scream.
No time to call anyone.
Delia collapsed to the floor with a thud.
Nyuuuut!
Outside the research room, Alexander’s chest suddenly throbbed with pain.
A stabbing pain, as if something was tearing at his heart.
“DELIA?!” he panicked.
Wooosh!
Crack!
Alexander slammed into the research room door with full force.
The wooden door cracked at its hinges.
The vampire leaped inside, his eyes darting wildly in all directions.
Delia’s desk was empty.
The chair was tipped over.
A bit of fried rice remained on the edge of the plate.
“Delia?!
Where are you??!” he panicked.
His voice cracked.
His eyes turned blood red.
In that room, Delia’s figure had vanished.
Disappeared somewhere.
Only her bag still hung on the chair.
Only her research notes still lay on the table.
Alexander then used his magical power.
No longer caring who might see.
No longer caring about rules.
He let purple energy envelop his entire body.
Hoping he would find Delia soon.
Alexander’s hands glowed purple.
His pale lips murmured softly.
The tips of his hair moved without any wind.
“Amica mea, responde!
Ubi es?” (My love, answer me!
Where are you?) There was no answer.
Only suffocating silence.