Chapter 13

1

"The additional conditions are tempting, but... I'm afraid I can't accept them." I continued to wipe the sweat off Lilith's forehead with my sleeve, my gaze shifting between Lilith and Pera, trying to figure out what the main point was.

"Under my leadership, the vampire clan can be revived, but there is no better way to lift the curse from the True Ancestor's hatred towards the Demon Dragon than to erase the existence of the Demon Dragon."

"The curse? So you're saying that Cain's hatred has been cursing your clan from generation to generation?"

"Or maybe my reign as the queen was too short, and I haven't fully borne the burden of being a queen. But regardless of which generation, every king has tried to break the curse."

"In fact, Cain has no reason to hate the Demon Dragon who gave him life. He chose his own path, and the fact is that he chose this path and persisted in it until he was sealed by The Divine Realm, never choosing to turn back."

"The True Ancestor's hatred towards the Demon Dragon is unreasonable. It is the sorrow of a son whose father ignored his pleas, the only father who could help him, the Demon Dragon, the highest being of the demon race, abandoned him and lurked in The Human Realm, always planning to seek revenge one day."

"Since Cain chose the wrong path of becoming a dragon, his heart has become increasingly incomprehensible and self-centered."

"Why do you always evaluate the True Ancestor as if you were his father? You..."

"Ha... I have only seen the memories of the past kings and made evaluations based on them." Obviously, there was no need to reveal Demon Dragon's identity at this moment. It was always advantageous to conceal his identity until a better solution was found, at least to know that Pera had the intention to kill the Demon Dragon.

"Let's get back to the topic. How can you accept the conditions?"

"Let's change it up. How about I become your blood host?"

"Blood host?"

"The fangs of vampires are poisonous, just like venomous snakes. This is the fundamental transformation that turns humans into vampires. By controlling the amount and frequency of blood consumption, it won't turn people into vampires. At most, it's like donating blood once. A blood host is someone who stores blood. My blood may give you certain powers and help the vampire clan as a whole coexist with humans, or it may be a better way for you to revive the vampires."

During the conversation, I accumulated magic power in my nails, gently scraping the flesh of my wrist, and the blood eagerly flowed out.

"But I've never had the desire to drink your blood."

"You wouldn't want my blood to go to waste, would you? It's possible that you might become infatuated with my blood, unable to resist it, turning your vampire instincts into something that can't hinder your rationality."

Pera pondered for a few seconds and felt unable to oppose my proposal. Reluctantly, she sat on my lap with grace, lifted my wrist, licked the blood on my wrist, and turned to me, saying, "Even if you don't accept my conditions, I still want to know if our union can defeat the Demon Dragon."

Suddenly, Pera lightly kissed my neck, her pink lips sticking to the blood-red liquid, causing a tingling and numb sensation. She left a blood-red lip print and when I snapped out of my male instinctive blankness, Pera was already sucking the blood from my wrist. The feeling of being sucked by a vampire inexplicably excited me, and I was equally excited by Pera's hot figure as I looked at her back.

"Calm down! Your blood is flowing too fast!"

"Uh..."

2

The next morning, I walked on the school path as usual, but someone who shouldn't be walking on this path appeared. After all, the third-year dormitory was not on this side.

"Qin Yang!"

"Hmm?"

There were definitely many people going to school on the path, and even more people who liked to watch the excitement.

"Um... Whose lip print is this?" Zi Sirou pulled my collar with one hand, leaving a bright red lip print there. It wasn't just that, there were other lip prints of different depths and shapes, making people's imagination run wild.

"Don't pull my master's collar like that. It's troublesome to iron it flat!"

"Since when did a mere familiar have the right to command me... Ah, this was done by you, Qin Yang. You actually... actually did something so vulgar with a familiar!"

"How is that possible? I want to know too. The master didn't come back all night yesterday!"

"All... night..."

Just a brief explanation, when Pella left, it was already bright outside, so there was no point in continuing to sleep.

"Um... I didn't sleep all night, so spare me, you two."

"You? You're just trying to come up with excuses!"

I hate girls' intuition.

Passerby's gossip: "Over there are Qin Yang and Zi Sirou. It is said that they have an engagement and even a childhood betrothal."

"What about Hanya? And Xiao Qiong? Xiao Qiong even kissed Qin Yang on the screen during the inter-school competition!"

"Speaking of which, he also has such a beautiful female familiar, who flaunts herself every day."

The saying goes, "Good news doesn't go out, but bad news travels a thousand miles," and those who spread gossip are always the fastest.

"I... By the way, why did you, Sirou, come to me today?" I have to be professional and not let the girl keep poking at my sore spots.

"You... call me Sirou?" Sigh, finally not dwelling on the neck issue anymore. It's all Pella's fault. That seemingly gentle kiss actually left a mark. It won't fade away in one or two months. I'll find a band-aid later. It's not easy to find a hemostatic ointment like a band-aid these days.

"Well, it's all the same."

"Well, here's the thing. Uncle said that during the academy's celebration dance, he will come to the academy to talk to you about the issue of my and Li Liu's belonging!"

"Uncle? Issue of belonging? Only matters of sovereignty need the phrase 'issue of belonging,' right?" Sirou's uncle is the emperor of the empire. If the emperor of the empire wants to talk to me, a high school student, it must be about his children's private affairs. What else could it be, international affairs?

Speaking of international affairs, the empire has had many frictions with neighboring countries in recent years. The fact that the emperor of the empire has time to talk about these things, should I say he cares about his children or is neglecting his duties?

"Qin Yang, do you really need to fulfill this marriage? It must be made clear this time." Sirou walked forward with big steps, leaving behind her figure and her words.

"What do you think?"

"Me?"

"I will always take others' expectations as my goal of action. This is my principle." Only I, Qin Yang, can say such grand and warm words. If it were someone else, their answer would be 'I never fail in what I plan.'

"Right, Black!"

"Oh, maybe, now I seem to have a better excuse."

"I'll tell you next time!"

"Let's see if there will be a next time."

"You've always known my expectations!" Sirou clenched her fists and continued to walk forward with big steps, her red and yellow plaid scarf fluttering in the wind.

"Do I really understand?" I smirked, mocking myself a bit. Maybe the one who understands is Black, not me.

"Not difficult to understand. What she wants is exclusivity, but she can only hope for it."