“Kid.”
“Kid, get up!”
As soon as Duoluolisi opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of floating red eyes.
“Geez!!!”
She was so startled that she shot upright and scrambled backward several meters while sitting, only stopping when her back hit something.
After seeing that the owner of those eyes was that mass of blood mist, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh heavens, Demon God, don’t scare me like that! You almost scared me to death.”
“Hmph, can’t handle even this much? What a coward.”
Meiluodi snorted lightly and slowly floated toward a white circular platform overflowing with red liquid.
The red liquid in the center of the platform coalesced into a blood-colored throne.
Meiluodi drifted onto the throne and looked down at Duoluolisi from on high.
Duoluolisi supported herself by the stone pillar behind her and stood up.
She remembered fainting in the forest just now, and before losing consciousness, she thought she heard Dailina’s cry.
‘Honestly, why did Meiluodi pull her into the consciousness space at a time like this? She was in a hurry to send Dailina back to the village.’
But being anxious was useless.
She was probably still unconscious; she couldn’t just wake up on a whim.
She rubbed her head and looked around, only then noticing that the consciousness space had changed drastically.
Many gray-white stone pillars stood in the space, surrounding the central platform, rising high into the dark red sky.
The pillars were carved with blood-colored patterns and some ancient Blood Clan script symbols.
The ground was paved with gray-red curved stone slabs, and faint red liquid flowed in the gaps between the slabs, heading toward the central platform.
“Where is this?”
Duoluolisi asked in confusion.
When she came last time, there was nothing here, only the endless empty dark red sky.
“This is the Scarlet Hall, my temple.”
Meiluodi replied lazily.
Duoluolisi seemed to see her leaning sideways on the throne, chin propped on one hand, looking at her indolently.
“What do you think, kid? Being able to come to my temple, you should feel honored.”
“Mm-hmm, it really is my honor to come to the Demon God’s temple~.”
Duoluolisi gave a perfunctory reply.
She glanced around the scene again, lowered her head in thought for a few seconds, and soon understood what was going on.
So what was unsealed in the second manifestation was Meiluodi’s temple.
Previously, after unsealing the first seal, Meiluodi and this consciousness space appeared.
Now that she had unsealed the second layer, it wasn’t surprising that the temple appeared.
‘So what would appear if she continued unsealing the next layers? When would she get to see Meiluodi’s true form? The game didn’t have an image of her.’
“Ah~ what a pity. I thought that by unsealing this time I’d get to see the Demon God’s true face~.”
Duoluolisi sighed regretfully.
“Heh, an insolent little brat like you dares to dream of seeing my true face?”
Meiluodi sneered, her tone full of condescending disdain.
“What could the Demon God look like~ I’m a little excited~.”
“Oh? What do you expect me to look like?”
Meiluodi asked teasingly when she saw Duoluolisi’s anticipation.
“Hmm…”
Duoluolisi put on a thoughtful expression.
“You know, the kind with twin-tails, wielding a great scythe, white hair and red eyes, a little loli~. As I recall, all successive Blood Emperors looked like that…”
In the game’s background, every previous Blood Emperor was the players’ beloved Blood Princess image, until just before the story began, a rebellion occurred within the royal family, and the usurper, the modern Blood Emperor, was a male Blood Clan.
“Ha?! You mean those flat, short brats who look like kids?”
Meiluodi interrupted her, her tone dismissive.
“Every one of them living for hundreds or thousands of years and still looking like bean sprouts—it really loses the prestige of the Blood Clan.”
Duoluolisi was stunned.
She hadn’t expected Meiluodi to evaluate those Blood Emperors like that.
If they heard this, wouldn’t they all crawl out of their graves in a collective zombie uprising?
“Ehhh~~~ but the Blood Princesses are so cute~.”
She lightly tapped the corner of her mouth with her index finger, then mumbled softly, “Unlike the current Blood Emperor, who’s an old man—not cute at all.”
“Cute? I’d love to send them all back for a remake and turn them into men.”
Meiluodi shot up from her throne as if she’d heard a joke.
“Huh?”
“Every single one is weak and frail, only knows how to flaunt that face all day,”
Meiluodi grew angrier as she spoke, and the blood mist stirred along with her.
“The one thing I regret most from back then was helping their ancestors ascend the throne! In the end, the whole royal family became a bunch of bean sprouts that look good but are useless.”
Duoluolisi fell silent.
Unavoidably, she felt indignant on behalf of the successive Blood Emperors.
‘What kind of talk was that? Where were they just for show? Blood Princesses were very strong, okay? When they swung that great scythe, weren’t they fiercer than those old men?’
‘No wonder there wasn’t a single romanceable female lead from the Blood Clan in this game—it was all your Demon God’s doing, turning the entire Blood Clan royal family into outsiders.’
Meiluodi kept on rattling off the figures and looks of the successive Blood Emperors.
Nine out of ten sentences were about “flat” and “short.”
Duoluolisi felt their coffin lids were about to burst open.
Suddenly, Duoluolisi felt her vision blur, and the entire consciousness space began to warp.
‘Finally, she was about to wake up. This feeling was the same as last time. After it finished, she would be able to awaken.’
‘You just keep on roasting here, old one. I’m off now.’
As soon as Duoluolisi woke up, she felt something soft pressing on her forehead.
She tried to open her eyes, but then that thing moved down her face and pressed onto her eyelids, making it impossible for her to open them.
‘Huh?’
‘What has blinded her eyes?’
“Ah! Duoluolisi, you’re awake?”
Dailina’s voice came from above her head, and soon the thing pressing on her eyes moved away.
Duoluolisi opened her eyes.
Before her was the night sky above the forest.
She turned her head slightly and realized she was resting her head on Dailina’s black-stockinged thigh.
The fabric of the stockings pressed against her cheek.
She could feel the warm body heat under the cloth, and the legs trembling slightly from nervousness.
‘Eh?’
‘Eh? Eh? Eh?’
‘She was getting a lap pillow from Dailina?’
Duoluolisi’s face, originally pale from blood loss, flushed red.
She wanted to get up from Dailina’s lap, but she couldn’t muster any strength.
“Sorry, I was just trying to check the wound on your stomach just now, and I accidentally pressed on you…”
Dailina’s voice came again, pulling her slightly out of her confusion.
‘Accidentally pressed on her?’
‘What thing pressed on her? But there was nothing soft like a pillow around here…’
‘Wait.’
‘If she was now lying on Dailina’s lap, then…’
‘Wait, wait, hold on? What was pressing on her forehead just now?!’
Duoluolisi looked up and saw two large fruits hanging right above her forehead.
‘!!!’
Her mind, which had just started to clear, began to spin again.
The blush on her face instantly spread to her ears.
‘That was… that was Dailina’s…?!’