“Stop!”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The red-light district of Moravia was muddy and crowded, the smell of cheap perfume mingling strangely with the stench of ammonia, all mixed with dampness and the scent of alcohol.
In short, anyone who wanted to go in could go in; Eveleel would never set foot in this filthy alley.
What was supposed to be dinner with Hilvi had instead dragged her here, and her mood was about ninety percent terrible.
The reason she had to come was because of a promise she had made earlier.
True Ancestor Mary Bathory had suddenly fallen ill.
In the past, when recruiting toys for her, Eveleel didn’t need to worry much.
There were plenty of men eager to sleep with the vampire, and she only needed to select those that suited the woman’s tastes.
But recently, Mary had suddenly become obsessed with girls. It seemed the demon information broker had whispered something unnecessary in her ear.
Mary no longer indulged in the company of men; instead, she wanted a sweet romance with a girl.
It was obvious why she suddenly had this idea—the broker had revealed the situation between Mary and Hilvi.
But it seemed she misunderstood something. Eveleel was not a succubus; she just happened to like Hilvi (stubbornly denying it).
How could such a superficial demon understand her sincere feelings? The clumsy imitation was truly disgusting!
That said, the promise to find new toys for Mary still needed to be fulfilled.
Someone as perfect as Hilvi was one of a kind.
She had no idea what kind of girl the suddenly fickle Mary preferred, so she had no choice but to settle for buying some beautiful slave girls from the slave market to placate her.
At first, things went smoothly. Mary indulged in these beautiful girls and tried to love them, and rumors spread in the duchess’s mansion that the duchess bathed every day in girls’ fresh blood to maintain her ageless beauty.
But later, those uncouth commoner slaves tired her out, and her demands grew increasingly extreme.
She was really hoisting a petard to blow her own foot off. How could Eveleel possibly waste her thoughts on this? She still had to enjoy her love life with Hilvi.
Such matters had to be left to Mary’s vampire subordinates assigned to protect her—they would surely be more than happy to serve the True Ancestor.
Still, she couldn’t completely ignore it. For example, today she had to give these vampires a little push. True Ancestor Mary was once again restless and insatiable.
What a woman full of desires.
The carriage had been parked here for nearly half a day, but not a single person had come out of that small building.
She had no idea what was going on. Did they really expect a princess like her to knock on the door herself?
“You all… never mind.”
Eveleel was just about to tell her attendants to knock on the dilapidated wooden door when she unexpectedly saw someone she knew.
The blonde little girl she somewhat disliked came out and spoke to two cloaked girls standing at the door.
She didn’t recognize the chestnut-haired girl, but the white-haired girl was familiar. It was quite the strange group.
Let’s sort out their relationships.
First of all, Miss Su Yao definitely wasn’t human. Something that caught the interest of that great demon’s master could only be a creature on the same level.
In other words, this little girl was at least a “Demon King”-level being, or more accurately, one of the few highly intelligent Dungeon Lords.
Nothing surprising—she had long suspected that the “God” worshiped by the Theocracy was actually the Dungeon Lord of its capital, Athens.
Of course, this information came from historical records and some epic poems sung by bards.
If Athens was a Dungeon that loved humans, then there must be a Dungeon somewhere that hated humans.
Before meeting Mary and Walifr, it was only speculation, because the “Demon King” existed only in a vague snippet in unofficial history. People erased his name entirely, treating it as taboo.
But not talking about it didn’t mean it didn’t exist.
Now she was certain the Demon King existed, and his subordinates were relentlessly stirring up conflicts among nations.
Perhaps not only Mary and Walifr, but there were many other powerful non-human beings loyal to the Demon King that she didn’t know about.
There were at least two things she knew this Demon King master was interested in—one was finding his kind, and the other was naturally his ultimate goal.
Combined with the interesting rumor that “Princess Kroel met the Black Dragon in the Dungeon,” it wasn’t a coincidence she saw Glenweir Royal Family’s captain of the guards, Sofia, here today.
How could a Dungeon Lord suddenly put so much effort into rescuing a disabled slave and even help her regain health?
So, Princess Kroel must be right beside this Dungeon Lord. Maybe that chestnut-haired girl is her!
That explained why the team originally sent into the Dungeon, consisting only of Vichy Kingdom soldiers and the fence-sitting Bald, hadn’t returned.
Hilvi’s partner seemed to be a dangerous figure to the Vichy Kingdom.
Well… this was great. If she used this to threaten Hilvi, could she force her into bed?
She was getting a little excited—after all, she had recently made some progress with Hilvi. It was better not to rush.
If it really came to it, she could just frame her and lock her away somewhere only she knew about. There was no need to do that yet.
Hilvi was a grudging woman. If she offended her this time, it would be hard to make amends.
For now, she’d maintain the status quo. Maybe this blonde little girl could help get rid of her idiot older brother.
That guy kept proposing marriage to Hilvi, a rotten parasite who only thought about profit trying to steal her Hilvi? Unforgivable!
The Vichy Kingdom? Whatever kind of country it was, if she really cared about it, she wouldn’t have introduced Mary Bathory to the King in the first place.
Eveleel only needed to maintain good relations with the Demon King’s faction. That way, no matter what, she and Hilvi could have a love nest.
If possible, she could even ask the Demon King to turn both of them into vampires, so they could share eternal life together.
Right, she should invest a little in this blonde girl. Maybe she’d become one of hers someday?
Enemy? What a joke! This girl was favored by the Demon King; she’d come to their side sooner or later.
Even if not, the Third Princess of Vichy was only a tool used by the Demon King—she was also a victim!
What a headache. Mary’s vampire subordinates were probably doomed, and these slave girls probably wouldn’t fall into her hands anymore.
Looks like she’d be bothered by Mary for a long time again. Oh well, she’d treat this as a meeting gift for the blonde girl.
She was coming over. Well, she might as well greet her first.
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