血王:夜王朝

Chapter 13：羞耻与愤怒

"The situation is as follows," the scout reported back to Meier at Night Charm later that night, recounting the events with precision. Meier, nestled in a plush armchair, her amber eyes gleamed as she listened intently, her gaze narrowing. "Oh, to be drugged with Redworm No. 17 and still retain such formidable magical power? Simply marvelous."

"Those dolls, with their blue and pink hair, wielded a meteor hammer and storms respectively. The blue-haired one, armed with a meteor hammer, was inscribed with Jīngāng Lì, which enhances physical strength to an extraordinary degree. The pink-haired one, who manipulated the storm, has yet to be identified with certainty, but it's clear that the magic array inscribed upon her is of a wind element, capable of affecting thousands with a single spell."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Meier's expression shifted slightly, and she gently stroked her chin. "What a pity, such a pity. Unable to probe Rachel's activities within Moonglow, what a loss. Where on earth did she draw the inspiration to construct such exquisite dolls?"

Doll makers inscribe special magical arrays, known as inscriptions, within their dolls. These arrays grant the dolls superhuman destructive power, activated by supplying magical energy.

Typically, doll makers prepare magical energy stones to power their dolls for combat. A doll can only hold a single inscription array, regardless of its size. This limitation poses a significant challenge for doll makers, as they must choose wisely.

Rachel, however, faced none of these challenges. Rem and Ram provided her with a clear direction. Rem, who operated the meteor hammer, was inscribed with Jīngāng Lì to further enhance her physical destructive capabilities.

Ram specialized in wind magic. Other abilities, like the Thousand-Mile Eye, were beyond Rachel's reproduction capabilities, as a doll could only carry a single inscription. After much contemplation, Rachel chose a versatile wind magic array that offered both offensive and defensive capabilities, known as the Windkill Array.

Aside from Rachel's own thunder and lightning magic, Rem and Ram alone gave her considerable combat strength. And because Rachel was a vampire ancestor, with the characteristics of...

Immortality.

An inexhaustible supply of magical power.

Rachel didn't even need to spend extra money on magical energy stones; she could easily and naturally provide for all of Ram and Rem's actions.

"How are those men?" Meier pondered for a while before asking about the thugs. Across from her, a shadow responded with a voice only she could hear.

"This is the imperial capital of Moonglow. We didn't dare to go too far, only breaking one finger and toe each and carving a mark on their faces. We didn't do anything else."

"Hmm, although I am very angry that they dared to touch my prey, we must not ruin our larger plans over a few minions," Meier rose from her armchair and strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window, a gleam of interest flickering across her face. "What I'm curious about now is how Rachel will deal with the surging tide of desire."

As Meier had anticipated, Rachel was in great distress. After swiftly incapacitating the thugs with the help of Ram and Rem, Rachel returned home, supported by her dolls. Rachel found it difficult to move, but her magical operations were unaffected, and controlling Ram and Rem was no trouble.

Upon returning home, Rachel stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the faucet to fill the bathtub, and quickly undressed, trying to minimize any noise that might disturb Belial. Even the water was turned to the lowest setting. As soon as the water reached less than half the bathtub, Rachel lay down in it. The cold water made her shiver at first, and her overheated mind began to cool.

"Damn it, to do such a tasteless thing," Rachel thought, realizing she had been drugged. She never expected those young masters to be so bold, to drug her in public. If it weren't for Rem and Ram, she might have had to release the first familiar beast that awoke with her vampire ancestor powers. But that was something Rachel was unwilling to do.

For reasons unknown, Rachel had a premonition that if she released the familiar beast within her, the residential area, the commercial district, the never-sleeping district, and even the entire imperial capital would suffer catastrophic damage. It was a strange feeling, an intensely strong hunch, and Rachel dared not unleash it in the densely populated imperial capital.

"Hot," Rachel's face flushed with embarrassment and fury, thinking of the treatment she might receive. If she were to be violated by a group of men, she would rather die. She could endure hardship and injury, but being humiliated was unforgivable.

Gradually, the effects of Redworm No. 17 intensified. As Rachel's consciousness began to drift, she quickly bit her wrist, her fangs easily piercing the tender skin. A gush of blood spurted from the broken blood vessels, and Rachel covered the wound, swallowing every drop without waste.

"Ha," after swallowing a few mouthfuls, Rachel released her wrist and panted urgently. The punctured area on her wrist had already healed, thanks to the powerful regenerative abilities of the vampire ancestor. There was no trace of a wound, as if Rachel had not bitten there at all.

"It seems I won't be sleeping tonight. Well, then, let's review some magic. No, since I remember everything from my past life, let's revisit it. It's been a while since I watched any anime," Rachel submerged herself completely in the bathtub, even her head. Drowning could no longer kill her; it was just a bit of choking water, an inconvenience. Rachel closed her eyes and concentrated, and all the anime she had watched in her previous life appeared one by one, like a slideshow in her mind.

"Ah, I miss it so much," speaking underwater led to a mouthful of water, and Rachel stopped talking. She immersed herself in the anime of her memories, needing to distract herself and wait for the drug to wear off. Otherwise, she would be tempted to do something bad.

In the dark, unlit bathroom, a girl soaked in a bathtub filled with cold water, while outside the door, a pink-haired and a blue-haired doll stood quietly, guarding the place like faithful sentinels.

This night was especially long for Rachel, with every minute and second stretching into infinity, a mix of cold and heat, an indescribable discomfort filling her thoughts.