血王:夜王朝

Chapter14: Care

Before dawn, the alarm clock by the bedside jolted Belial awake from her slumber. Belial opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, a sight as familiar as could be. After a brief moment of stillness, she heard the voice she knew so well, "Are you awake? Wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

Rachel entered Belial's bedroom carrying a tray as if on cue, bearing a breakfast that was clearly just prepared. Fresh fruit jam, two slices of bread with a lightly fried pork chop in between, two poached eggs on the side—such a bountiful breakfast was presented.

Rachel placed the tray on the small table nearby, then left the bedroom to fetch a basin and a toothbrush already smeared with toothpaste from the bathroom. Belial's legs were not convenient, and these everyday tasks that most people took for granted were beyond her abilities. Rachel had to take care of them.

"Rachel, why is your hair wet?" Belial asked, puzzled, after washing her face and noticing Rachel's damp hair and the water droplets on her clothes.

"Ah, I just took a bath," Rachel replied nonchalantly, not wanting her sister to know that she had spent the entire night soaking in the bathtub. After Belial finished her morning routine, Rachel took the basin of water back to the bathroom to dispose of it.

"Um," Rachel hesitated as she approached Belial. The next task was one that made her particularly uncomfortable. As mentioned earlier, Belial lacked the ability to take care of herself below her thighs, which meant she couldn't manage her most basic needs. She still wore diapers, a necessity due to her inability to use the restroom. During the hours when Rachel was out working or studying, Belial had to hold it in, which was why she still wore diapers.

Urination was one thing, but defecation was the real challenge, becoming a daily ritual for Rachel upon waking up. Before heading out for work or school, she had to ensure Belial's comfort, as she couldn't bear to let her sister have any unpleasant experiences. The issue with her legs had already caused Belial immeasurable emotional and physical pain; Rachel didn't want to add to it.

With Belial blushing and Rachel keeping her eyes closed to avoid seeing anything private, Rachel managed to get Belial onto the toilet. It was a process to get her there and back, but once everything was done, Rachel checked everything over again to make sure nothing was forgotten or overlooked before she could get ready to leave.

"Sister, I'm off. You don't have to keep mending dolls. We won't be setting up the stall until tomorrow evening; there's plenty of time. And be careful not to get hurt. Just put the finished ones aside; I'll clean up when I come back at noon. Please be careful," Rachel said.

"Okay, be safe on the road. And," Belial bit her lip, clenched her fist, and said with a soft but firm voice, "Keep it up. You are the sister I am most proud of and most boastful of. You can accomplish anything and do it the best."

Rachel was taken aback, then couldn't help but chuckle. She didn't say anything, just waved her hand to show she understood.

It was half past five in the morning, the sky had just begun to lighten, and the streets were nearly empty, with only the occasional patrolling soldier in sight. Rachel, carrying a small bag containing her Moonglow Academy magical robe and wearing roller skates, swiftly traversed the broad, deserted avenue.

In this world, magic existed as a mysterious force, but there were other industries as well, such as newspapers and news agencies. These two forces, capable of controlling and guiding public opinion, were always in the hands of the king.

Not everyone had the talent to learn magic. Since becoming a magic-wielding powerhouse was not an option, one could choose a different path. The temporary newspaper delivery job Rachel did in the morning was for a major company called Moon Core News, which had branches in all the major cities of the Moonglow Empire. The job paid fifteen gold coins a month, equivalent to 1,500 dollars from her previous life. Although it was not much, every little bit helped, and Rachel never looked down on any industry that could earn money.

Today was different from the usual. Rachel was followed by two lovely maid-outfitted girls, Ram and Rem. They were made before Rachel's awakening as a vampire ancestor, but at that time, she didn't have enough magical power to operate them. To use them, she would have had to spend extra money on magical energy stones, an unnecessary expense that Rachel naturally avoided.

Operating such delicate and intricate high-level dolls like Ram and Rem was quite troublesome. Even the slightest movement of a finger required consideration, and the consumption of magical power was not negligible.

The dean of Moonglow Academy, the teacher who taught Rachel about doll making, and the directors and professors from various departments, all lamented upon seeing Ram and Rem, "Perfect, but what a pity."

In terms of appearance, compared to the Rem and Ram made by Rachel, other dolls were mere trash, at least in terms of appearance.

To reduce the necessary output of magical power and unnecessary mental effort, doll makers would simplify the form of their dolls as much as possible. No hands, just arms with a ring at the front to hold weapons, and no need for hair.

Eyes, mouths, and sound devices were not considered by normal doll makers. What they thought about was how to control the dolls more conveniently. The simpler the form of a single doll, the less magical power was needed to control it, which could appropriately increase the base number.

The head of the doll department at Moonglow Academy, Sylph Pongis, was a doll maker who brought this project to the extreme. He could control up to seventy dolls in battle at the same time, each equipped with a special inscription magic array, making them real weapons of war. It is said that if Pongis was given enough magical energy stones, he could guard a pass all by himself.

These were the established rules of this world and the conventions of doll makers.

Rachel, however, was completely different from them, taking a meticulous approach. Skin, pores, fingers, nails, eyes, mouth—every appearance that a person should have, Ram and Rem all had. Because of this, everyone felt regret, such delicate dolls had the drawback of consuming a large amount of magical power. Even a high-level doll maker would not give up the space that could control a dozen dolls to drive one, which was a loss.

Before, Ram and Rem could only serve as decorations, because Rachel did not have the magical power to drive them, but now, everything was different.

"Um, 168 Ninth Street, this is it, Rem, give it to them," Rachel identified the destination for delivery, throwing the latest newspaper she just picked up from the newspaper office into the air, and said at the same time.

Rem, who was running behind Rachel, looked up at the newspaper in the air, leaped up lightly, and caught it steadily, then put it in front of the door of that house.

"Seventh Street, number 35, Ram, it's your turn,"

Ram's eyes flickered with bright light, and the wind generated out of thin air accurately delivered the newspaper to that house. The usually boring work made Rachel feel a different kind of fun at the moment, yes, it was all because of these two by her side, her efforts, the characters she likes.