Chapter 13: Sending the Message
More than twenty minutes later.
The door to Veilynn’s bedroom opened.
The blood clan maid looked eagerly, hoping to catch a whiff of the metallic scent in the air and see the beautiful and glamorous succubus’s corpse.
Not many women would like succubi, especially someone like Jima.
However, nothing appeared.
Jima, with her tail raised high, strode out the door, holding a scroll of parchment in her hand.
“Hey, beautiful, come over here.” She waved her hand at the blood clan maid like a greasy middle-aged man in his forties.
The latter, displeased with Jima’s attitude, stood still, considering her just a dying person. Besides, she was a succubus, an outsider, so why should she respond to her summons?
“Your master asked me to deliver this letter to you.” Jima waved the paper in her hand, “Come here quickly.”
Only then did the blood clan maid approach Jima, taking the letter and unfolding the yellowed edges of the paper in front of her.
It read: “Keep a close eye on the succubus. If she gets injured and tries to escape, follow her and kill her.”
A smile broke out on the blood clan maid’s face behind the black veil as she looked at Jima and said:
“I will carry out the orders of the True Ancestor without fail.”
Jima scrutinized her from top to bottom and suddenly said, “Can you take off your veil and show me your face?”
With pity for the dying individual, the blood clan maid removed her sunshade hat, revealing her pale face.
Jima’s gaze swept over her face and slid down to her neck. She sighed and said, “What a beauty.”
The blood clan maid looked at Jima’s figure and appearance and felt it was sarcastic, growing angry. However, she thought it unnecessary to argue with a dying person. She merely smiled, turned her head, and walked away.
At noon twelve o’clock.
The sun hung high in the sky.
Akanis, dressed in a well-fitted luxurious outfit all in black, with a white flower pinned on his chest, looked clean and fresh, having also sprayed some perfume.
But he appeared listless, his eyes somewhat hollow, resembling a cat forcibly pressed in the bathroom for a bath.
Wokma, with chest hair grown to counter the demon race, shoved Akanis into a carriage and said, “For Sigma, you must sacrifice a bit of your appearance today.”
“Is this why you stuffed me into the bathtub?”
Wokma, his black mustache dripping with water, replied, “If you had cooperated with the maid for a bath, you wouldn’t look so disheveled.”
“You even sprayed me with perfume!” Akanis looked down at the white flower on his chest, “And put a white flower on me.”
“That’s the look vampires like.” Wokma’s bald head reflected sunlight. “By the name of Sigma, you must sacrifice today.”
With that, he forcefully swung the carriage door shut with a bang.
Akanis took a deep breath, “Just hold on, just hold on, as long as Veilynn kicks the bucket, I’ll be free. By Sigma’s name, what are you doing here, you grave-faced fool?”
There sat George, donned in ultra-gothic armor, right in front of Akanis. He had a blank expression, twisting his neck with a cracking sound, flexing his fists, looking ready to punch Akanis at any moment.
Jima sat beside George, dressed particularly sexily in black thigh-high stockings and shorts, exposing a ring of white flesh at the roots of her thighs. She pressed down on George’s iron fist and said:
“Darling, there’s no need to clash with Lord Shadow King Akanis here; we are all comrades now.”
George calmly replied, “I’m not one right now.”
The carriage began to move.
Akanis leaned back against the chair, slouching, and said, “Is there anything worse than being in the company of a paladin?”
“You broke the law, and I was caught on the spot.”
“Ha, suddenly I remember you’re a good law-abiding citizen.” Akanis spread his hands, “Next, you’re going to have to fight alongside me, the big bad guy. You’d better perform well; after all, you’re the grave-faced one. Even if I sit back and watch, you need to fight hard.”
“I came today to fight for the welfare of the people of Adolf, not for you.”
“So today I definitely have to sit back.” Akanis looked at Jima, who was nestled against George’s arm, and asked, “Why are you here?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“With your personality, you brought your husband so you could slack off and stay safe.”
“I have no choice; I promised Veilynn I would guide her through being a housewife and bring warmth to your family.”
Akanis shivered, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, “Don’t gross me out; people spoiled like her acting all sweet is even more annoying.”
Jima was curious, “Why?”
“This only shows her psychological distortion.” Akanis said, “For a vampire like her who sees others as servants, serving others is nearly impossible, like you trying to do charity. Doing something that goes completely against one’s nature—”
Jima interjected, “Hey, why are you putting me down? I can do charity too.”
George furrowed his brow, detecting the lie, and looked at Jima.
Jima gave him a teasing smile: “In certain circumstances.”
Akanis continued, “The more she acts this way, the more I’m afraid, like a drawn crossbow aimed at me. If she realizes she can’t get her way, she will definitely erupt. And I will never submit to her.”
“Those who demean themselves so casually, like her, are the most frightening.”
Jima laughed:
“Don’t worry too much; this operation is planned very carefully. As long as you deliver the Heart of Hope into Veilynn’s mouth and detonate it, that will sound the horn for our encirclement, and we can surely catch her and those vampires in one net.”
“Can we defeat her?” Akanis said. “Veilynn can obscure the sun; she’s very terrifying.”
“I’m more afraid of you; if it comes to that, you might soften and elope with Veilynn.”
“How could I?”
“Why not? I’m not discriminating against you.” Jima said, “Coming from a single-parent family, with your mother dying young, and your only good friend betraying you, you grew up all alone. Suddenly a gorgeous beauty falls from the sky, head over heels in love with you and willing to change for you; you can’t say you’re not moved.”
“Stop talking.” Akanis angrily slapped the side of the carriage: “I’ll kill Veilynn, reduce her to ashes, mix her in holy water and bury her under the altar; let’s see how she’ll resurrect!”
“Good.” Jima gave Akanis a thumbs-up.
The carriage came to a stop, and Jima pulled George’s iron hand and said, “We’ll go ahead; see you later. Be sure not to tell Veilynn I was in the same carriage as you, or she might get angry.”
With that, she and George stepped down from the carriage.
The crooked door closed, and Akanis took a breath, firming his resolve while tightening his grip on the Heart of Hope.
To shake off that twisted woman, he had to rely on how he performed next.
Soon, Shadow King Akanis calmed his emotions.
The carriage took him to the front of the Twilight Mansion, the iron gate opened automatically, and the carriage slowly came to a halt.
Shadow King Akanis jumped down from the carriage, landing on the sunlit stone path.
He stared at the tightly closed door, snorted, “A noble’s grand gate, feels nothing like home. Once inside, there will surely be two rows of vampire maids bowing; do they think I will like this?”
Akanis could sense the evil aura emanating from behind the door. He lifted his foot, preparing to step toward the door.
“Akani.” Someone called his name.
Akanis turned around to see a woman with a dirty apron, a rough headscarf, and a face smeared with grime calling him.
Initially thinking she was just an ordinary cook, he said:
“Hey, get out of this cursed place or you’ll die—”
The cook smiled and ran toward him, and as she got closer, Akanis could see that it was actually Veilynn.
