A Horde of Fallen Monsters
On the other side, the ban raised the Blood Wine in his glass and took a sip without changing his expression.
Blood soaked her lips, turning them into the most beautiful scarlet lipstick.
She sat on the woman's lap, turned slightly, and wrapped her arms around the woman's neck behind her. Then, with a smile, she brushed aside a strand of hair from her temple, lowered her head, and kissed her, slowly transferring the Blood Wine from her mouth into the other's.
After vomiting out all the Blood Wine, she first leaned back slightly and parted her lips.
Then, he gently breathed on the other person's nose like Little Cat, exhaling the scent of Blood Energy that stirred their instincts. Then, he kissed them again, lightly scraping their palate with his tongue, which still carried the scent of blood.
It's like brushing a lion's teeth with fresh meat—an extremely dangerous act.
But precisely because of this, coupled with her innocent face, she appears exceptionally alluring.
—The banning officer looked at the other person's fascinated gaze and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"Take me away, my master..."
She breathed softly into the woman's ear, her breath carrying the scent of alcohol and blood.
A glimmer of infatuation shone in her seemingly empty pupils under her mesmerizing state, followed by a cute smile with dimples.
She certainly knew how to arouse the desires of Child of the Moon.
The Child of the Moon are the darlings of the Path of Love, born with an extraordinary level of Path of Love. Just as giants are on the Path of Strength and griffins on the Path of Authority, they can advance several times without needing to complete Promotion Ritual, provided they accumulate enough power. The Path of Love, however, emphasizes savagery, bestiality, and instinct; it is a path dedicated to procreation.
For this reason, the Child of the Moon usually does not choose Blood Servant who shares their sexual orientation. If they are attracted to men, they will choose a female Blood Servant, and vice versa—this is to prevent themselves from falling in love with the other person.
When a hunter falls in love with his prey, it means he has a weakness and has become a laughing stock.
But for the Child of the Moon on the Path of Love, their intense and unpredictable emotions are also very easy to confuse.
To prevent themselves from falling in love with their prey—which, conversely, means they are very prone to falling in love with their prey, and once they do, it becomes extremely dangerous, driving them to madness, extremism, and irrationality.
This is also a curse. The Path of Love is a path of curses, and to walk it steadfastly means that one will inevitably suffer the curse sooner or later.
The intense possessiveness of those Child of the Moon can drive them to take risks for their lovers. Compared to their passionate emotions, reason is often disregarded.
From this perspective, the Child of the Moon are a race that is very easily provoked, challenged, and seduced, thus falling into traps. It is precisely for this reason that the Child of the Moon are almost impossible to adapt to the Path of Wisdom.
That is indeed the case.
The Narcissus Duke, who is still alive today, will die for love in the future. This is common knowledge among the Child of the Moon Children.
Of course, male Child of the Moon usually don't like to restrain their desires; they prefer to use multiple methods to release their multiple desires at the same time.
This is why, regardless of the gender of the Child of the Moon, Blood Slave are most popular among young, pure, and noble noblewomen.
The reason why the ban was able to know this secret knowledge was because she herself was a Child of the Moon.
As Fifth Level Child of the Moon, she is of a much higher rank than most people here.
She had been caught in this curse herself, and therefore remembered how to properly trigger it.
Because the Child of the Moon is easily confused about emotional impulses while in a vampiric state—therefore, if appetite overlaps with multiple complex emotions such as murderous intent, hunting desire, conquest desire, possessiveness, and pity, it is easy to trigger love all at once. The more these emotions overlap, the easier it is for feelings to seep into the body.
Even she herself couldn't withstand the technique, so naturally a mere Third Level cub couldn't either.
"Take me away, Master."
The girl whispered seductively, "I belong only to you... I only want to give myself to you."
She smiled slightly as she lay on top of the woman.
She gently nibbled at the other person's neck. Her rounded, blunt, white teeth didn't even break the skin, yet they caused the woman's body to tense up suddenly.
For a fleeting moment, the other person experienced a hallucination—as if the girl clinging to them wasn't Blood Servant, but a predator of a higher rank. The positions and identities of the two, Hunter and prey, shifted silently.
"... I will take you away."
Finally, the woman spoke out unconsciously, still half-asleep.
"You have to swear an oath, my dearest master..."
The banished voice lowered, biting the other's ear and whispering, "Say, 'I swear I will take you away.'"
A faint silvery-white light shone in her pupils—a trace of the extraordinary power of the Path of Authority taking effect.
There were many people in the hall, and she didn't want anyone to notice.
As a "Bound One," the prohibition can suppress one's own vampiric impulses and make one rational, and can also use oaths to restrain the behavior of others.
She doesn't have much magic power at her disposal; she can't even use a single "curse binding." However, the Path Trait allows her to gain temporary magic power and life force by drinking blood—that cup of Blood Wine has already been transformed into her magic power.
"I swear... I swear I will take you away from here."
As the other person spoke instinctively, a silver-white shackle mark flashed across the woman's pupils.
The ban smiled with satisfaction and then climbed off her.
Having achieved her goal, her expression almost immediately turned cold. Her delicate yet youthful face revealed an air of superiority and confident nobility. This aura drew the attention of the other Child of the Moon in the hall.
—The person who received the ban this time was an informant.
But she won't tell on anyone unless absolutely necessary.
It's not that they want others to escape out of kindness—the more people eliminated in the New Moon Ritual, the greater the chance of promotion. They are all competitors and enemies, so there's no need to show mercy to each other.
The real reason is that informing on someone means actively entering the game and coming into the open. With the enemy in the shadows and us in the light, and everyone's magic power limited and physical strength weakened, numerical and intelligence advantages become crucial. Considering the need for a special victory, concealing one's identity becomes even more essential.
Moreover, even if the informer successfully informs, they don't win; they only gain points. Ultimately, they still have to find a way to leave this place.
As for tasks like meeting up with others...
Let whoever wants to do it do it.
The ban chuckled, picked up the Blood Wine again, swirled it, and took a sip.
To taste blood not as Blood Clan, but as a human—this is still a very rare experience.
Sweet blood can turn so bitter and fishy...
Just like my life before I became Child of the Moon, when I died as a human being.
She slightly raised her head and swallowed the blood that had become unpalatable. A slight smile played on her lips as she turned to look at the woman she had bewitched, a charming smile on her face.
She raised her head, stuck out her small, scarlet tongue, licked her lips, and let a thin line of bright red blood slowly slide down her lip and drip onto her neck. It was almost like a sign that she was "tearing along the dotted line."
The woman finally couldn't resist her instinctive urge, picked her up, and kissed her neck.
On the other side.
Lily, who had become a black-haired young man, only felt bored.
He was wearing thin pajama bottoms and a buttonless robe, revealing his muscular chest and abs, and was eating and drinking carefree in the waiting room.
Surprisingly, the food here was quite good—there was roast beef and roast chicken, as well as lamb soup and oysters. In addition, there was plenty of fresh fruit and spirits, only lacking a few carbohydrates.
Even after he had eaten and drunk his fill, no one ordered him.
"What am I doing here?" Lily, with an iron chain around her neck, squatted next to a pillar, watching her companions being led away one by one with boredom. He, on the other hand, nibbled on a turkey leg, letting out a satisfied burp.
I heard that over there, the Children can only eat fruit and have to drink a lot of alcohol.
I wonder if the young master will go hungry...
He politely tossed the bone into the trash can and then took a sip of his drink.
—This wine is pretty good.
Let's have some more oysters, family.
Just then, Lily suddenly sensed something added to her shadow.
"Listen carefully, sir, keep quiet."
A deep, hoarse voice, like the roar of a lion, resounded in her mind. "You've been kidnapped. Don't speak now..."
"—Miss Shadow Demon!"
Hearing that familiar voice and sensing the Shadow Essence bestowed upon her by the Shepherding Method, Lily responded in her mind with a mixture of surprise and worry, "You've come? But... without your protection, what will happen to the young master?"
Upon hearing this, Shadow Demon paused unusually.
"... He said he didn't need my protection."
The Shadow Demon replied coldly, "And how did you get here?"
Upon hearing this, Lily paused for a moment as she picked up the oyster.
He looked up and drank the oyster in one gulp.
"How else could they have gotten here?" Lily replied lightly and calmly in her mind, "They were captured by the Child of the Moon."
"... Ha, a bunch of depraved monsters."
Shadow Fiend's tone was complex, yet filled with hatred.
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