The Red Fort of Stibnite had been a palace built deep in the mountains by the "Red Minister" during the early years of the nation's founding.
Though it was called the "Red Fort," it was not actually red.
For one thing, vast amounts of gold had been used in its construction. Whenever the sun set, the sky, caught between light and darkness, reflected off the dazzling golden palace and dyed it a fiery red.
For another, the "Red Minister," who the Stibnite people believed had died long ago, was actually an immortal Child of the Moon. The palace itself was an eternal paradise he used for pleasure.
On the surface, this Red Minister had long since stopped concerning himself with politics.
But the wealth and connections he had accumulated over his long life were already enough to operate and grow on their own. Thus, he needed no power and could leisurely indulge himself day and night in the Red Fort.
Even though it was winter, the central courtyard had not a speck of snow. The plants were lush and vibrant, while scantily clad dancers accompanied the orchestra's music as they danced in the center.
A handsome young man who looked no more than twenty or thirty sat in the seat of honor. Beside him was a clear spring, above which lay a variety of tropical fruits.
The young man wore a half-open white robe. A beautiful, youthful Blood Servant sat on him, draped only in a white veil. Half-held in his arms, she twisted her slender waist and let out a soft, melodious moan.
Behind him, another Blood Servant with waist-length black hair and a pale face respectfully served him red wine infused with blood. The young man lowered his head and took a sip, then kissed the girl in