Inside Sidella’s bedchamber.
A silver-haired girl sat lazily at the desk where she handled official duties, her slender, pale hand supporting her cheek.
Her moonlit silver hair draped gracefully over her collarbone, eventually curling into several small loops on the back of her hand.
The harsh sunlight from outside was blocked, casting the girl’s bright ruby-like eyes into shadow.
In the darkness, her crimson gaze flickered like a predator locking onto its prey, sending chills down one’s spine.
The tip of a fountain pen scraped against official documents, producing a crisp ‘shaa shaa’ sound.
“What do you mean… what do you mean you need mugwort to take leave?!”
Not far in front of the silver-haired Blood girl, Hualí stood angrily, clutching a leave slip tightly in her hand.
Her cute little face was full of stubbornness, refusing to yield to authority.
Hualí was frustrated.
When she had chosen to become Sidella’s Personal Attendant Maid before, she had clearly been promised that she could leave whenever she wanted.
Sidella is a lying ghost!
She had agreed so nicely, but when Hualí actually wanted to leave, Sidella went back on her word and even said something like, “If you want to take leave, then bring me mugwort~” with such malicious intent.
Yet, Sidella showed no reaction to Hualí’s stubbornness.
With her eyebrows lowered and eyelids drooping weakly, Sidella only asked the one question she cared about at that moment.
“You have the scent of another bad woman on you, Hualí, did you do something with someone else?”
Hualí was both embarrassed and angry, her cheeks burning hot like a branding iron—though this time, it was less from anger.
“You’re the one who did something with someone else! I don’t have time to argue with you!”
Hualí mustered her courage and slammed the leave slip onto Sidella’s desk.
“Sidella, let me ask you one thing: are you signing this leave slip or not?!”
“If you won’t sign, just say it—I don’t have all day!”
Hualí’s fearless, defiant attitude made it seem as if she wasn’t handing over a leave slip to approve her own leave, but rather a confession listing all of Sidella’s crimes to date.
What do you mean, doing things with other bad women?
How could that ever happen!
She, Hualí, was not such a loose bad girl.
The scent on her body had only stuck to her unavoidably while exchanging clothes with an Elf girl.
Everything happened for a reason, okay?!
If Sidella really wanted to know, wasn’t Jeilinfa always nearby?
Hualí didn’t believe Sidella was unaware.
Sidella was obviously just looking for an excuse to refuse signing.
Hualí wasn’t stupid—she could see through it all, okay?!
Seeing no response from Sidella for a long while, Hualí blinked and leaned in, only then noticing that Sidella seemed a little off today.
“Hey! Are you… are you okay?”
Hualí’s gaze instinctively drifted to the window.
The weather in Demon King Castle Aisaridu was bad today—at least for Sidella, the Blood Queen.
A blazing sun hung high in the sky, pouring down scorching light.
But in theory, for Sidella, who possessed immense power as the Blood Queen, this amount of sunlight shouldn’t pose any threat.
“Wait a minute, I’ll go close the curtains!”
Hualí rushed over in three steps and drew the curtains across the entire wall.
She muttered under her breath about things like, “Don’t get yourself sunburned and leave me with no one to approve my leave slip.”
With the curtains drawn, the room instantly plunged into darkness.
Hualí turned to check if Sidella felt any better, only to be startled by the pair of eerie, crimson blood eyes shining in the darkness.
Her delicate body trembled.
For some reason, Hualí suddenly felt like a weak little white rabbit being stared at by a savage predator.
Now that she thought about it, Sidella had been so quiet today, even her words were few—making Hualí feel unfamiliar and a sudden sense of unease rising in her heart.
Even her voice began to tremble.
“You… what do you want?”
“Want to…”
Hualí froze for a moment, then, realizing what was happening, became even more embarrassed and angry.
She shouldn’t have worried about Sidella at all.
“Hualí, I want blood.”
Sidella felt her eyelids growing heavier.
She was truly exhausted—even the simplest act of blinking demanded effort, as if she might collapse onto the desk and sleep at any moment.
As for the reason, it seemed she hadn’t consumed fresh blood in nearly a month.
Even with her overwhelming power as the Blood Queen, she couldn’t completely escape a Blood’s dependence on blood.
It was a limiter etched into the very bloodline, unique to the Blood race.
“Blood?”
Hualí snapped back to herself, quickly discarding her previous feelings.
Since she accepted Sidella’s salary, Hualí would of course take her job seriously.
And now, as the Personal Attendant Maid of Blood Queen Sidella Eve Cecilia, this was her working time.
If Sidella were to collapse before her eyes, Hualí would be too ashamed to take such a high wage.
“You wait here—I’ll go to the kitchen for some right away…”
Hualí’s expression grew anxious as she prepared to rush to the kitchen for fresh blood.
But as she passed Sidella, her wrist was grabbed.
Sidella’s slightly weak voice echoed through the quiet bedchamber, tinged with a hint of stubbornness.
“No. That blood tastes awful.”
Perhaps for ordinary Blood, ‘A-rank Blood’ could be considered a delicious drink.
But for Sidella, the Blood Queen, her powerful cells could no longer be satisfied by such ordinary blood.
Even if she forced it down, every cell in her body would reject it, causing intense discomfort and, in severe cases, even vomiting.
The so-called ‘Blood Day’ of the Blood Queen might be a festival for the little maids in the palace—an occasion to drink the leftover high-grade blood they usually couldn’t afford.
But for a Blood as powerful as Sidella, such days were torture.
To keep her body functioning, she had no choice but to consume blood she found detestable.
Sidella preferred black tea.
Because she drank so much black tea every day, when Blood Day arrived each month, she could trick herself into treating the despised blood as her beloved black tea.
With enough psychological suggestion, she could barely manage to swallow it.
Sometimes, Sidella wondered—if this was a limit built into the Blood race’s bloodline to restrict the growth of power, then was a terrifyingly strong Blood like herself never meant to exist?
It wasn’t until that day on the battlefield, clashing with the Human race, that she encountered a small figure charging at her with the Saint Sword.
Only then did her thinking completely change.
What was that feeling?
It was as if every cell in her body screamed that the blood of the person before her—a Human Hero named Hualí—would be an unprecedented delicacy!
So on that day, the Blood Queen, famed for ‘cruelty and bloodlust,’ spared for the first time the defeated Human Hero named Hualí.
“Hualí, can I have a taste of your deliciousness?”
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