Isn't this also a kind of NTR?

Miss Femis woke up abruptly as Murphy slammed a Dark Psionic Shockwave into her face.

She was indeed weak, but after several hours of rest, she had recovered considerably.

Vampires of the Black Iron Body rank possessed incredible regenerative abilities, and with it being nighttime, even her severed arm had grown back.

However, it was clear that the Young Miss was not pleased with the way Murphy had woken her up!

Without her hood to hide her face, her small, pale canine teeth were bared, and a chilling aura emanated from her Scarlet Eyes. In any other situation, Murphy would have definitely gotten a beating.

He might have even been executed on the spot for disrespecting a superior.

Fortunately, this was no ordinary situation.

"I have fulfilled my mission, Young Miss. Thanks to your efforts on the front lines, my servants and I have successfully completed this crucial task. However, there is some bad news. Your loyal Blood Servant is dying."

Murphy bowed to the Young Miss with vampiric grace, then pointed to Madam Adele, who was burning with fever and writhing in pain beside them.

"The malice left by the Wolfsbane Thugs is tormenting her, and my assistant has proposed a rather risky plan. She believes that only by performing the First Embrace on Madam Adele right now can the malice be expelled from her body and her soul be allowed to remain in this dark land. However, she is your servant, Young Miss. Her life, her soul, and her future can only be decided by you."

Upon hearing Murphy's explanation, the Young Miss's face lit up with joy at the mission's completion, but then she became anxious. She rose and leaped lightly, as if stepping on air, landing beside Madam Adele.

She placed her hand on her butler's forehead. The scorching heat from her skin made the Young Miss grimace. She then cast a psionic technique, possibly a life scan. The feedback she received made Fimis's expression even more troubled.

"I heard from my father that the mad Wolfsbane Thugs would imbue their claws and teeth with a toxic plague to enhance their destructive power. It's a truly vile Dark Psionics spell. Humans infected with this toxin don't turn into vampires, but after their life force is depleted, they become monsters like mindless husks. Their decaying bodies become prisons for their souls, eventually tormenting them into abominable creatures akin to Blood Ghouls, half-alive and half-dead."

The Young Miss stood up and said to Murphy, "It seems the dark rumors are true! My poor Adele has fallen into such a desperate situation. Performing the First Embrace can indeed help her, granting her a new life with the sinful power of the Blood Vultures. However, I cannot do it."

"Hm?"

This answer made Murphy blink. Was this aloof, almost cold aunt not her most loyal and trusted human servant? Didn't she herself say that Madam Adele had served her for many years, like family? And now, with her loved one on the brink of death, she simply says she can't do it?

Ha! As expected, this Young Miss, though appearing petite and adorable, was actually dark and cold on the inside! Just like her Patriarch father, she was a ruthless monster.

"It's not what you think!"

Sensing Murphy's thoughts, Fimis coughed a few times and explained, "I am my father's blood descendant, an extension of the oldest bloodline source of the Blood Vulture Clan! Without my father's permission, I cannot casually bestow the First Embrace upon others, not even Adele."

"But she's going to die!"

Mirian, standing nearby, was somewhat intimidated by the Young Miss, but after hearing her poor explanation, she couldn't help but speak up. "She was bitten by that thug because of your orders. She is dying for your cause. Since she is a loyal Blood Servant, she was bound to be Embraced and transformed eventually. This is just doing it early! Is your father's permission more important than the life of a loyal subordinate?"

"Silence, human! You have no idea about the specific circumstances." The Young Miss reprimanded the impertinent Mirian coldly. She then turned back to Murphy, hesitated for a few seconds, gritted her teeth, waved her hand, and said, "You do it!"

"What?"

Murphy, who had been watching the scene unfold, hadn't expected to get involved. He suspected the Young Miss was speaking out of delirium from her weakened state and said with a strange expression, "She is your Blood Servant, Young Miss. Your servant relationship with her hasn't been severed yet. If the clan finds out I performed the First Embrace on another member's Blood Servant, I fear I'll be tied to the rooftop of Blood Vulture Castle and subjected to the Sun Scorch Punishment even if I manage to return to Cadman City. Aren't you putting me in danger? I can't do this. You should do it yourself. My assistant is right; this is an emergency. The annihilation of your Midnight Hunters is proof enough of the dire situation. I believe the Patriarch is a reasonable person."

"I can't!"

Miss Femis seemed to have been avoiding this issue. She stomped her foot in annoyance and said to Murphy, "Just do as you're told and stop with the nonsense! Save Madam Adele, Ravenor Murphy Lasombra, that's my command!"

"But she's your..."

"Not anymore!"

The anxious Young Miss formed a peculiar Blood Vulture hand seal with her left hand, pointing at the night sky above. She shrieked, "I, Fimis Cecilia Lasombra, formally dissolve the master-servant relationship with Bella Bernice Adele, returning to her freedom of life, personhood, and soul.

I swear by the Mother of Night as witness!

The contract of loyalty has reached its end. In the name of loyalty, I grant her a new life!"

Upon hearing this oath, not only Murphy but even Mirian by the campfire was stunned.

As a girl born and raised in Transylvania, even with her limited experience, she understood the significance of this oath for a Blood Servant. So, this eccentric Young Miss, to prevent Murphy from violating the Blood Vulture Clan's rules by saving her servant, had first dissolved her master-servant contract with Madam Adele?

Hey!

Do you really have some unspeakable difficulty?

You'd rather package the person you cherish and give her to another vampire than personally complete the act of saving her? Are these vampires mentally ill? Or are they truly inherently cold-blooded?

What Mirian could think of, Murphy could naturally also think of.

If this Young Miss hadn't had her brain damaged in the fight, then perhaps there was only one explanation.

He eyed the embarrassed Young Miss up and down with suspicion, realizing that her constant refrain of "I can't do it" might not have been an excuse, but literal.

She might truly be unable to do it, and not just because of the Patriarch's command.

But Murphy didn't dwell on it.

What vampire didn't have a few harmless little secrets?

The problem now was that the Young Miss had gone to such lengths. If he refused to help again, this powerful young lady would likely draw her sword and attack.

Moreover, the words Madam Adele had spoken when she came to help him earlier were also subtle. This human Blood Servant seemed to have caught on to Murphy's minor involvement in the annihilation of the vampires.

This was a hidden danger.

To keep the truth hidden, he either had to let Madam Adele, who had saved his life, die in agony, or make her "one of his own" in a physical sense.

Murphy pondered for a moment and said to the Young Miss, "I am willing to help you with this, to save Madam Adele's life, but I must first discuss it with my subordinate. I had promised him I would grant him the First Embrace, and I must obtain his understanding."

"He won't object, and besides, she's not your servant! That Blood Servant named Maxim still bears Jed's psionic mark." The Young Miss shook her head and said hoarsely, "I don't know how you got involved with Jed, but I advise you to give up. That hypocritical fellow Jed is an incorrigible control freak. From what I know of him, he wouldn't allow his possessions to be taken by others, even if he doesn't need them himself. I promise you, Murphy. Madam Adele is the best and most outstanding servant you can acquire in the Transylvania region. If... if I had a choice, I wouldn't give her to you!"

"That's what I need to consider, Young Miss. Please be patient, I'll be back soon."

Murphy nodded elegantly to the Young Miss and bid her farewell. He then turned and quickly walked into the woods. With his simulated calls, Maxim soon appeared before him.

This loyal servant was still carrying those orbs, wearing only a single layer of clothing, sweat beading on his shoulders and forehead.

"Master Murphy, is something the matter?" he asked.

Murphy didn't beat around the bush. He briefly explained Madam Adele's situation to him. The vampire looked back at the flickering campfire and said to Maxim, "This matter is clearly related to some of the Young Miss's secrets. Now I'm cornered by her, and Madam Adele also saved my life. I want to save her. But I had promised you the First Embrace, so..."

"Ah, this..." Maxim looked at Murphy blankly. He scratched his head and retorted, "Does something like this even require my opinion? Master Murphy, your promise to help me achieve the First Embrace is already a great honor. How could I dare to ask for more? Besides, although Madam Adele appears delicate, she's actually much more powerful than I am. She's definitely a powerful Stealth Operative of the Black Iron Rank. I would feel honored to have such a descendant as my future companion."

"Uh." Murphy looked at Maxim's candid expression and felt he might have overthought things. This loyal servant's emotions weren't as delicate as he'd imagined. He suddenly felt like he had been talking to a deaf person, so he sighed and said, "So, you have no objections and won't resent me for breaking my promise, right?"

"No, no, no, I have absolutely no objections!" Maxim laughed heartily, then a bit sheepishly said in a low voice, "Actually, I've been wanting to find a chance to talk to you about this.

When I was training under Lord Jed, some of the seniors told me that if I could complete the Black Iron trial on my own, fully master my body's functions, and unlock my potential before receiving your First Embrace, I would have a brighter future as a vampire than ordinary ones.

So, I had already planned to postpone the moment of my First Embrace. This is a perfect opportunity, if you would allow my small wish, I would be grateful."

"I agree."

Murphy waved his hand and said, "Come find me when you're ready. I won't hide it from you, Lady Triss's bloodline power is indeed lacking at its source, and I'm also looking for a way to supplement this power.

Acting cautiously is better for both of us."

"Then I have no problem, Master Murphy."

Maxim nodded and said, "May I observe your First Embrace of Madam Adele?

Although I've lived as a Blood Servant, I've never actually seen the ritual. I want to witness it firsthand so I can be prepared later and not bring shame to your glory."

"Then come, guard me!"

Murphy patted his loyal servant's shoulder and led him back to the campfire. He nodded at Miss Femis, who immediately let out a sigh of relief.

She said, "You must start immediately. The malice of wolfsbane flows through Adele's veins. She won't last until dawn before losing consciousness. Be gentle with her!

Don't be so rough. After all, it's your first time, and hers too."

"Hey! Young Miss, those words of yours can easily be misunderstood."

Murphy felt that his Young Miss sometimes really spoke without thinking, yet she didn't seem to realize there was anything wrong with her words.

She really doesn't act like an ancient monster who has lived for hundreds of years. Perhaps she's mentally unstable and deliberately playing dumb?

He placed Madam Adele, whose body was astonishingly hot, away from the campfire. Two assistants were watching, and Mirian even took out her notebook, intending to record the First Embrace ritual she was witnessing.

This was a rare experience!

Even in Transia, where vampire culture was prevalent, ordinary people who had the fortune to witness a First Embrace were few and far between. This ritual was equivalent to human procreation in vampire society – a very sacred process.

"What should I do?"

Murphy took a deep breath and looked at Miss Femis, who was presiding over the ritual beside him.

Although he was prepared, the first time always made one nervous.

The Young Miss didn't answer immediately. She leaned down and kissed Madam Adele's forehead, then whispered something in her ear before standing up and saying to Murphy with a serious expression, "The First Embrace ritual is, in most cases, a blessing bestowed by the strong upon the weak. However, your strength is less than Adele's, so you must be extremely careful during the ritual to avoid her power-infused blood from invading your body.

That situation would be very bad, and both of you would be in mortal danger.

But the ritual itself is very simple.

Aside from those ceremonial traditional steps, there is only one true core!

You must draw out all of Adele's blood, then infuse one-third of your own blood into it, and then re-inject it back into Adele. Through the sacred connection formed by the mingling of blood, your inherited sin-bloodline will also be shared with Adele.

At that time, she will shed her mortal shell and become a member of the Blood Vulture Clan.

Theoretically, you should notify your Progenitor in advance and obtain their permission for something like this, but given Triss's situation, well, that's another matter.

Begin!"

The Young Miss made a gesture, and Murphy took a deep breath.

He offered a few simple prayers to the Mother of Night, then leaned down and extended his canine teeth below his lips. As he approached the slender neck of the pale Madam Adele, which was hot and bulging with veins, he suddenly looked up at Miss Femis.

The latter seemed unable to bear watching and had already turned her head away.

This made the strange feeling in Murphy's heart even more pronounced. The Young Miss clearly had deep feelings for Madam Adele, and now for him to do this was akin to...

Damn it!

The more he thought about it, the more perverse it felt. He really shouldn't dwell on it!

He was supposed to be a perfectly upright vampire.

Suppressing the small flutter in his heart, Murphy's canine teeth pierced Madam Adele's neck.

She let out an unconscious groan in her pain-induced stupor, and then, the hot blood flowed into Murphy's mouth as he drew it out.

Mmm.

It was exceptionally sweet, with a hint of the unique fragrance of dark woods.

Wait!

This taste is wrong, my friend!

The scent of woodland blood?

If Murphy remembered correctly, this should be...

Does Madam Adele have a quarter Elf bloodline?