Chapter 19: Will She Betray Me?

Perhaps it was because Ivy’s confused expression was just too obvious, or maybe Frosi had already guessed what Ivy wanted to ask.

Frosi spoke slowly:

“Stop guessing, you came here on your own.”

Frosi said slowly.

“Hmm?”

Ivy pointed at herself, looking utterly shocked.

“I… I came here by myself?!!”

“Me… me?”

Ivy still couldn’t believe it.

Seeing Ivy’s disbelief, Frosi conjured a magic circle in her hand, and inside it played a recording.

In the footage, it showed Ivy cheerfully crawling into Frosi’s bed.

Not only that, Ivy even heard Frosi call her a few times along the way, but she had no memory of it, nor did she respond. Instead, she kept her eyes closed and snuggled closer to Frosi.

The scene ended quickly, and Ivy already knew what happened after—Frosi had slept with her for the rest of the night.

Why would I sleepwalk?

Ivy didn’t remember ever having this problem before.

Could it be something about this body?

Suddenly, Ivy recalled the dream she had last night.

She vaguely remembered being chased by something.

It seemed she had pushed open a door, but behind that door was her house from her previous life.

Holding onto the belief that hiding under the covers made her invincible, Ivy dove straight into the blanket.

Back then, the blanket even tried to resist her. Ivy remembered wrestling with it for a bit before finally burrowing inside.

No way… right?

So, was I really that brave last night? Did I have a nightmare and then run straight to Frosi’s room, even wrestling with her?

Ivy remembered from Frosi’s first-person perspective that she was indeed desperately trying to snuggle closer.

Ivy’s face flushed bright red in an instant.

Not only had she acted like a drunk fool, but someone had actually seen it.

And it was the Frosi she disliked the most, who even recorded it with magic.

How embarrassing.

Ivy grew a bit bashful, not sure how to face Frosi for the moment.

Climbing into someone else’s bed in the middle of the night—this was just social suicide.

Although she had done even more embarrassing things before, maybe it had just been too long since she last suffered.

Her long-lost pride and dignity seemed to have crept back a little.

Frosi watched as Ivy’s body slowly grew stiff, her fingers fidgeting and twisting in her lap where Ivy couldn’t see.

The corners of Frosi’s mouth curled up slightly.

Ivy really had come in on her own, but Frosi had made a little use of the slave mark, ordering Ivy to crawl into bed with her.

She simply enjoyed watching Ivy’s awkward, mortified little expressions.

But Frosi had already carefully studied the Pet Care Manual.

She now understood how to tease little Ivy while still keeping her pet healthy in body and mind.

Of course, Ivy had no idea she was being played by Frosi. She was still tangled up in her own thoughts.

But soon, she stopped worrying.

Whatever, embarrassing is embarrassing, just climb into her bed a few more times and it’ll be fine.

Ivy thought, resigning herself to fate.

Besides, Frosi didn’t seem to mind her behavior. Maybe this would help her get closer to Frosi.

Pleasing Frosi = making Frosi lower her guard = living a better life in the castle = easier to escape.

Ivy felt as if a path to salvation had opened up before her eyes.

With that in mind, all her embarrassment and awkwardness vanished, and she put on an air of someone who just loves to climb into other people’s beds.

“Then, Master, can I keep sleeping with you from now on…”

Ivy put on a bashful, embarrassed look, even acting out her usual little gestures, truly looking quite shy.

This innocent, shy act was performed perfectly by Ivy, and she believed Frosi would not refuse.

“Of course.”

Sure enough, Frosi agreed to Ivy’s request without hesitation.

Ivy was secretly delighted, her lips curling up uncontrollably. If she had a tail right now, it would be wagging furiously.

“Thank you, Master!”

Ivy hugged Frosi, looking absolutely overjoyed.

Seeing Ivy’s innocent, lively appearance, Frosi relaxed a lot, gently hugging Ivy in return.

“It’s time to feed.”

Frosi said.

Ivy was long used to Frosi’s habit of feeding at random times, and generously pulled down her collar to expose her neck.

Then she wrapped her arms around Frosi’s neck.

Ivy closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and endured the feeling of sharp fangs piercing her skin, suppressing all the sounds she wanted to make.

She just hugged Frosi a little tighter.

Frosi was very satisfied with Ivy’s obedient behavior, and her feeding became much gentler.

If only this little one could always be so well-behaved.

She really didn’t want to hurt her anymore.

Please, please don’t betray me, please don’t agree to Emilia’s deal…

Otherwise, Frosi didn’t know what terrible things she might do.

Time passed in a flash.

The day of the agreement with Emilia soon arrived.

Ivy still climbed into bed every day, acting as Frosi’s little bed warmer.

Although Ivy’s sleeping posture was truly bizarre and quite unrefined,

Frosi couldn’t help but adore Ivy’s little flaws and cuteness.

How could she get angry just because her pet was a little mischievous when playing with her?

When Ivy was weak, all her little tempers only made her seem even cuter.

On the night of her agreement with Emilia, Ivy still nimbly climbed into bed.

It was as if she had completely forgotten about her deal with Emilia.

Frosi was quite pleased with Ivy’s obedient behavior. She could already picture herself cutting down Emilia.

Just thinking of Emilia’s annoying face made Frosi itch to hack her down.

Ivy fell asleep very early, probably because she had played too long with the other blood slaves during their break today.

Frosi recalled what she had seen through the surveillance magic circle.

Ivy was closest with the blood slave named Sia, and she got along well with the other blood slaves too, almost becoming the center of the group.

Although Ivy had asked Sia about things here again today, it was all within normal bounds, so Frosi didn’t pay much attention.

But the only thing that surprised Frosi a little was that her maid Leah seemed to get along well with Ivy too.

Frosi thought back to her little maid who had been with her for decades.

In her memory, Leah had been just a tiny little girl whom she picked up.

In the blink of an eye, Leah had grown up, become elegant and graceful, and even refused Frosi’s offer to return to human society.

Instead, she chose to become a vampire and serve Frosi.

In Frosi’s impression, her maid had always been quite soft-hearted.

Maybe that was why she pitied Ivy as well.

Frosi thought so.

Watching Ivy still asleep, breathing steadily, Frosi let out a quiet sigh, looked at the door, and waited for Emilia to arrive.

This was her wager with Emilia, so of course she wouldn’t stop Emilia from meeting Ivy. She was just as curious.

Would this obedient Ivy still betray her?