Upon witnessing such a bizarre scene, Enya couldn’t help but furrow her brows.
Just as she was pondering her next move, the door to the room was pushed open.
Enya took a graceful step back and leaned against the wall, turning her head to look at the person entering.
The one who came in was an ordinary-looking man dressed in coarse clothing, resembling a simple, honest fellow.
His arrival caused the man on the bed to stop what he was doing.
The man softly reminded the young man on the bed:
“Lune, the envoy has arrived. We have to go.”
“……”
The young man called Lune shoved the woman in his arms aside and spat, cursing, “Tch, this blood stinks.”
Then he wiped the crimson from his mouth with the back of his hand and finally looked past the man at the door.
An elderly man, clearly aged and decaying, stepped into the room.
He entered first, followed by the coarse-clothed man, who cautiously peeked outside before quietly closing the door behind them.
Lune had an effeminate face, with pale skin tinged with bluish tones.
He dressed and got off the bed barefoot, stepping over several dried corpses on the floor.
Just as he was about to speak to the elderly man—
His heart suddenly skipped a beat, a chill creeping through him.
His crimson eyes, somewhat hollow, scanned the two men before him.
The scent of blood was unmistakable.
Yet something still felt wrong to Lune, though he couldn’t pinpoint it.
It felt like…
There was someone else in the room.
No, that was impossible!
Lune’s bloodshot eyes widened as he glanced around the room.
He couldn’t detect anything unusual.
There was no unseen “fourth person.”
“It must be that my nerves have been too tense these days. I haven’t recovered from drinking that filthy blood from those brothel girls. I’m overthinking things—just hallucinating.”
“That fool Henna has already been lured away. Now that the envoy is here, no one can stop us. Once I rebuild my power and rise again, I’ll turn her into a blood slave!”
With that thought, Lune looked at the old man before him.
Though he felt strong disdain toward the man, he had no choice but to rely on him for now.
He forced a smile and said:
“Lord Envoy, you’ve finally arrived.”
“Heh.”
The old man chuckled lightly, as if acknowledging the honorific, and replied:
“What’s this, Lord Lune? Looking quite miserable, aren’t you?”
“Haha…”
Lune clenched his fists tightly but suppressed the rage in his heart and replied, “You know how that woman became Vivienne’s dog and even dared to strike against her own family. She claimed it was ‘for the people.’ Ridiculous! It’s an honor for those filthy commoners to die for us!”
The old man merely smiled, offering no reply.
The coarse-clothed man kept his head lowered in silence—this wasn’t his place to speak.
Enya continued listening silently to their conversation.
Right now, Redpine City existed on two levels: one reality, one dream.
As the only “awake” person, Enya stood firmly in reality, calmly observing the dream-world versions of them.
Through their dialogue, Enya had gained new insights into the “Blood God Cult.”
This man called Lune was likely a member of the Asades family but also a devout believer of the Blood God Cult—someone embedded within the ruling class.
And a vampire.
As for the so-called “envoy”…
Enya couldn’t yet determine which faction he belonged to, but it was clear he was from another group acting as a liaison with the Blood God Cult—essentially fulfilling the role of a diplomat.
As for the collaboration between Henna and Vivienne, Enya had already suspected as much.
Among the three men in the room, both Lune and the envoy were at sixth-tier strength, while the coarse-clothed man was merely second-tier.
Even without any magic at the moment, Enya could easily kill them all.
Narrowing her eyes in thought, Enya’s gaze suddenly sharpened.
She retrieved a red seed-bead bracelet from the “library” and put it on her wrist.
Then she revealed a small portion of the Demon Heart she had previously taken, and deliberately made herself visible.
The moment she appeared, both Lune and the so-called envoy—being the stronger individuals in the room—reacted like startled cats, instantly assuming combat-ready stances.
From their perspective, they had been mid-conversation when a complete stranger suddenly manifested in the room without them even noticing her presence.
Worse, she had chosen to reveal herself.
Lune couldn’t stop trembling.
But the instant he saw Enya’s elegant hand and the string of red seed beads around her slender wrist, he dropped to his knees with such speed that it startled the envoy next to him.
Even Enya herself was thrown off by this abrupt change.
She had been about to speak—but the words caught in her throat.
What’s going on?
I haven’t even started acting yet—why are you already kneeling?
Get up.
No kneeling allowed!
Lune crawled forward on his knees, trying to hug Enya’s leg.
Enya sidestepped, and he ended up clutching only the fabric of her robe as he wailed:
“Great Ancestor! Ancestor Granny, it’s really you! You’re alive—thank the Blood God! Have you been blessed by Him? Or… or has the Blood God descended upon you?”
Blood God’s blessing?
The Blood God descended?
Enya sucked in a sharp breath—not because she knew what the Blood God was, but precisely because she didn’t.
There were gods worshipped on the continent.
Though humanity’s greatest power, the Western Wind Empire, inherited the extreme anti-religious views of former empires, they still promoted the faith of the goddess Mireya.
Elves worshipped the God of Nature.
Other races had their own belief systems, complete with structured divine magic.
But Enya had never heard of divine descents or blessings.
As a seasoned anti-cult specialist with ten years of hands-on experience, she was certain about one thing:
If that demon she killed was supposedly the Blood God… then the Blood God Cult was seriously low-tier.
She recalled the sacrificial ritual she had interrupted.
It was very likely that what emerged from that summoning gate wasn’t even the intended target.
If a true divine descent had occurred, then Vivienne might really have been in mortal danger that day.
“Didn’t expect that, even against my will, I ended up saving her life.”
Enya coldly stared down at the groveling Lune and barked:
“Get out of my sight.”
Her words landed like a mountain, pressing down on Lune.
The others felt it too—Lune broke out in a cold sweat, swallowed hard, and obediently backed off to the side.
Enya’s gaze shifted to the envoy, and she sneered coldly.
“In such a rush to leave?”
The old man looked grim.
He had just tried to use an emergency teleportation spell granted by his organization—only to discover that space itself had been sealed off.
So this is what a top-tier powerhouse feels like?
Terrifying.
Enya had taken an interest in this so-called envoy.
Since the ambush on Vivienne clearly hadn’t been orchestrated by the Blood God Cult alone, it was likely the envoy’s faction had been the mastermind.
And now, thanks to Lune’s melodramatic ancestor-worship, Enya had inadvertently been placed in a high position of reverence.
She figured she might as well use the opportunity to extract some useful information.