Fortunately, Feng Ling’s pretense of sleep was timely.
Ling Yue only glanced into her room, and seeing her asleep, headed to the third floor.
Perhaps because she was too sleepy… She actually fell asleep after that.
The next morning, when Feng Ling opened her eyes, she directly saw Ling Yue leaning over her neck, two fangs already embedded in her skin.
Feng Ling glanced at the light outside the window… probably around 7 or 8 AM.
For Sister Ling Yue, this was the normal breakfast time.
“Sister Ling Yue, can’t you wait until I’m awake before biting me?”
Feng Ling yawned and asked softly.
Ling Yue released her mouth, licked away the trace of blood at the corner of her lips, and said with a smile, “Little Feng Ling is awake. But I couldn’t wait—I used up too much energy last night, so I need to make up for it.”
“A lot of energy? Weren’t you out beating someone last night for less than 10 seconds?”
Feng Ling rubbed the tooth holes on her neck vigorously.
They were still aching a little.
But more than that, there was a numb, tingling sensation she absolutely didn’t want to admit she recognized.
“I reinforced the outer barrier. Even 10 seconds counts as expenditure. And on the way back, I also reinforced that one thing—it takes quite a bit of magic power.”
As she spoke, Ling Yue lowered her head and bit lightly on Feng Ling’s collarbone.
This time she didn’t pierce the skin; she just held that small patch of skin between her teeth and ground it gently, making Feng Ling’s entire body tremble.
“Not that—why are you reinforcing the barrier? Are those rats really that strong?”
Feng Ling tried to make her tone sound merely curious.
“They’re not strong, but their numbers are increasing.”
Ling Yue released her mouth and gently rubbed the spot she had just bitten with her finger.
“Before, only one or two came occasionally, but lately they’ve been coming every day… maybe they smelled something.”
“What kind of smell?”
But Ling Yue didn’t answer her—just smiled.
That look sent a chill down Feng Ling’s spine…
It was like the look your cat gives you when it stares at you knowing you stole its canned food.
“Of course it’s your smell～”
After saying this, Ling Yue kissed Feng Ling on the lips, then got up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Feng Ling lay in bed, wiping the lingering coolness from her lips with the back of her hand.
Her body was still warming from the slight touches, especially the small patch of skin on her collarbone that had been bitten—it was still radiating an indescribable numbness.
“My… smell… huh?”
At that moment, Feng Ling suddenly understood.
What Ling Yue meant by “smell” was literal.
The vampires outside must have smelled her increasingly strong vampire aura.
After all, she had already undergone a complete transformation; the magic power inside her was several times stronger than before.
In the perception field, she probably shone like a lighthouse in the dark night.
Those fellows poking around outside the castle likely had no idea who lived inside.
They just caught a scent that said “there’s a very fragrant vampire here” and came to check it out.
And Sister Ling Yue, the Progenitor?
She was a Progenitor—of course she had some ability to hide her own aura.
At that thought, Feng Ling suddenly felt like a piece of smoked meat hanging on the castle window, with wild cats outside drooling at her.
‘My ghostly life is getting more and more ridiculous.’
‘Great, so now I’m bait, huh…’
She pulled the blanket over her head, feeling that her life was utterly bleak.
During breakfast, while drinking her blood, Feng Ling secretly observed Ling Yue’s expression.
Ling Yue looked the same as usual, sitting across from her with her endless cup of blood, occasionally reaching over to wipe Feng Ling’s mouth.
The gestures were so gentle that no one could tell she had just killed an intruder with her bare hands last night.
“Sister Ling Yue, was the guy you beat up last night a vampire?”
Feng Ling put down her cup and asked in a feigned casual tone.
“Mm. That guy was a spy sent by the Eternal Blood Prison, trying to confirm my location.”
Ling Yue took a sip of blood and answered softly.
“Eternal Blood Prison? What’s that place?”
Feng Ling tilted her head, putting on a stereotypical “curious baby” expression.
“Our vampire world—a boring, oppressive place.”
“Full of rules and hierarchy, even more feudal than medieval humans.”
Ling Yue set down her cup and drew a circle on the table with her finger.
“I was the Progenitor there for 300 years… Every day it was just reading documents, attending meetings, dealing with the nobles’ petty squabbles—I was sick of it, so I ran away.”
“Ran away?”
At that moment, Feng Ling imagined Ling Yue sneaking out of her vampire home and skipping work—it seemed very in character for her.
“That’s right. I left a letter saying, ‘You guys have fun without me, I’m out,’ and then went to the human world to go to school.”
“And that letter later got hung up in the parliament hall. I heard they curse at it before every meeting.”
Feng Ling nearly spat out her blood.
“Wait, they hate you that much, and they still hung up your letter?”
“Because that letter has my blood seal on it—it’s the only clue they have to find me.”
“But I put an Anti-Tracking Magic on it, so all they can do is look at it and curse it. They’ve studied it for over 300 years and still haven’t figured out where I am.”
Ling Yue’s tone was clearly proud.
“So how did they find you now?”
“Of course it’s because of you～”
Ling Yue reached out and pinched Feng Ling’s nose.
“My Anti-Tracking Magic has been interfered with by the aura you’re emitting. After your complete transformation, your magic power is too strong. The spies didn’t find me—they smelled you and followed you here.”
Feng Ling opened her mouth.
So she really was the one who attracted these wild cats?
Wait.
Ling Yue’s words sounded exactly like:
“You brought the bad guys here, so you have to behave and stay by my side, don’t run around.”
Wasn’t that logic similar to saying, “Girls who dress too skimpy deserve to be harassed”?
“So what do we do now?”
Feng Ling decided not to dwell on that for now.
“Nothing much. They can’t get in anyway. The outer barrier is enough to stop them. Once they get tired of trying, they’ll leave on their own.”
Feng Ling picked up her cup and drank the last mouthful of blood.
But her mind was churning with other thoughts.
When Ling Yue said “can’t get in,” her tone was too sure.
Too sure—it made her uneasy.
If Ling Yue truly thought the castle was impregnable, why was she reinforcing the barrier on the third floor every night?
And why, when that intruder hit the barrier last night, did she immediately rush outside?
Maybe Ling Yue was lying.
Or rather, she was hiding some more important information.
The barrier might not be as solid as she claimed, and the external threats might not be as trivial as she implied.
But Feng Ling didn’t press further.
Because her current strategy wasn’t direct questioning—it was gathering intel indirectly.
So after finishing that delicious cup of blood, Feng Ling made a decision.
She had to go check out the third floor.
But not now.
Right now, Ling Yue was still in the castle.
If she went to the third floor, it would basically be handing Sister Ling Yue a channel for Darkening.
She would wait for the next window.
That is, wait for Ling Yue to be lured out again by an external threat.
However…
Before the window Feng Ling had in mind arrived, she encountered something that nearly made her explode on the spot.