“Wake up! A troublesome person is coming, you must prepare in advance!” I pulled Via up.
“Eh? Sister Parul is back! Did you bring the blood back?” Via reacted, then pounced into my arms, nuzzling me twice.
“I brought it back, get dressed first. What are you two doing?” I also woke Sherris up. There was a sweet scent coming from the coffin.
“Wah! Miss Parul, save me! Via bullied me last night!” Sherris cried to me as soon as she saw me. Because she was half-human, she didn’t have such a difficult time waking up in the morning.
“How can you call it bullying? I was just playing a game with Sherris,” Via said as she dressed.
“So what did she do to you?” I asked. However, seeing the wet traces between her legs, I roughly understood.
“Via sucked my blood, pinned me in the coffin, and touched me all over, and… and even touched me down there…” Sherris said with a flushed face. Clearly, for a rural ghoul, this was too avant-garde and stimulating.
At this moment, another girl floated out of the coffin. It was Lorna. So she was also in the coffin, but she was incorporeal just now and couldn’t be seen. Her face was also red, clearly having seen their activities last night.
“You could have just refused her directly,” I said with a headache. We already had a troublesome woman at our doorstep, and now I had to resolve their trivial matters.
“Wuu! Miss Via is of the Blood Race, I cannot disobey her command,” Sherris said pitifully. So there was a racial hierarchy suppression.
“Via, you are not allowed to bully Sherris anymore, nor Lorna!” I could only forcefully order her.
“Eh!!! Why is it like this? I just wanted some fun because she’s too cute,” Via said, disappointed.
“You still need an adaptation period. Wouldn’t doing that right away scare her? From now on, you must at least get their consent. If they don’t want to do something, you cannot force them,” I said sternly.
“Yesss~” Via obediently agreed. Just as Sherris couldn’t disobey her command, Via also had to listen to me. In fact, my coercive power over her was even stronger than the Blood Race’s suppression over undead creatures.
“Um, Miss Parul, did you say just now that a troublesome person was coming?” Lorna suddenly remembered what I had said earlier.
“Ah! Right, Miss Leo Man is about to arrive. She is a priest and one of Jayad’s current mentors. She’s coming to set up a barrier to protect Jayad’s room. Don’t do anything rash,” I quickly informed them.
“Eh?! Set up a barrier of Holy Light? Then we won’t be able to get in?” Via exclaimed.
“There could be danger here at any time. Weighing the options, it’s better to have protection. We can just meet here or in your room,” I said.
“Okay.” Via seemed a bit disappointed but still agreed obediently. Or rather, she also knew she was powerless to stop it. Was she going to go out and fight that priestess?
“Anyway, all of you stay here. Remember the woman who will be coming soon. She has a very good relationship with Older Brother Jayad and is his mentor. Don’t get into any conflict with her,” I instructed, then turned and went back to my room.
Actually, there wasn’t much to tidy up in the room. It was mainly because the room was too small and cluttered. After picking up a few things, Miss Leo Man had already arrived.
“Your horse is really spirited. It doesn’t look like it has noble blood, yet it’s so wild,” Miss Leo Man’s voice came from the hallway.
“It wasn’t like this before. It was clearly very obedient. Was it stimulated by something today?” Older Brother Jayad’s troubled voice reached the doorway.
I opened the door. “Miss Leo Man, please come in. Did something happen?”
“Nothing much. I just went to take a look at your horse. It doesn’t seem like a particularly fine breed, but it’s very spirited and wild. It wouldn’t even let Jayad pet it,” Miss Leo Man said.
Huh? Are they talking about the packhorse? Are they sure it’s the horse? In my impression, packhorses are very docile. Jayad would reach out, and it would obediently lower its head for him to pet. How could it be spirited?
“So it definitely wasn’t like this before. Maybe it ate something strange today. The stable boy wouldn’t feed it anything weird, right? I guess we need to send it to a better horse farm,” Jayad said distressedly.
“Don’t worry, it might just be entering its rebellious phase. There’s a saying that a horse that isn’t spirited isn’t a good horse. The better the mount, the more headstrong it is. This shows your mount is quite good,” Miss Leo Man comforted with a smile.
I suddenly thought of a possibility and asked cautiously, “You said, is there any possibility, just hypothetically, that this horse is jealous because Older Brother Jayad has the scent of a hippogriff on him?”
“Absolutely impossible! A hippogriff is a superior species to a horse. When a horse smells a hippogriff, it would only tremble or simply run away. It would never become like this. Moreover, it’s not actually a hippogriff, it’s a Sacred Beast,” Miss Leo Man flatly denied this possibility.
“Never mind, just feed it well. We’ll check on it next time. Miss Leo Man, please help us set up the barrier first,” Jayad said, shaking his head.
“Alright. You guys have too few protective measures. These walls are so thin that you could shoot through them from next door. And the dark aura in this building feels even stronger than when I last visited. Especially next door, it feels like some blood magic ritual was performed here these past two days. Such a strong smell of blood.” Miss Leo Man chided.
What sensitive intuition! We performed a ritual yesterday to help Lorna release the bonds on her soul. The foundation was Via’s blood magic. I didn’t expect her to notice.
Luckily, she didn’t suggest going next door to slay demons. Instead, she seriously began drawing and writing on all four walls of the room, inscribing Bible verses.
She was actually using a pencil, but this pencil was no ordinary item. It contained very sacred energy and was also a good conductor of Holy Light. The Holy Light within Miss Leo Man, through the writing with the pencil, was being stably fixed onto the wall in written form.
“What is this pencil made of? It feels so powerful,” Jayad immediately noticed the pencil’s uniqueness.
“Well, this pencil is made of Birch wood, and the core is made of silver sand mixed with lead powder. One pencil isn’t cheap,” Miss Leo Man said with a hint of pride.
She elegantly wrote on the room’s walls, her handwriting fluid and beautiful, gradually connecting into one. The golden characters seemed to possess power, encircling the room.
