The Shepherds Are Dense – Chapter 752

Chapter 751
The Bewitched Alphonse
–Normally, Children of the Moon do not need sleep.
They are all dead and reborn moon monsters, a strong race with dragon blood flowing in their veins. Even if killed by swords, they would at most turn into statues or white ash; they do not need sleep and do not have to worry about sudden death or fatigue.
The problem of lacking mana can also be slowly compensated by drinking blood…
However, Alphonse von Piloty has only been able to fall into slumber when night falls for the past few days.
There are no other reasons, it is simply because his mana consumption during this period has been too great…
In order to complete the ritual taught to him by Madam Kingsford every day, he almost had to drain all his mana – because this was not a ritual that a Fourth Tier Child of the Moon could handle. As a Transcendent Path, a Curse Mage, he was only Third Tier… not yet havingAscended to Fourth Tier and become a Great Mage.
And precisely because he was weak enough, he was not considered a suspect from the very beginning.
He even had to wear an accessory that could temporarily increase his mana, converting his own life force into mana, just to barely gather the minimum mana required for the ritual. This accessory was also lent to him by Madam Kingsford. Therefore, he was filled with gratitude towards Madam Kingsford.
After exhausting his mana every day, he had to endure waves of intense pain from deep within his brain and fall into a slumber filled with nightmares.
On this day, Alphonse, as usual, was plagued by nightmares.
He dreamt again that he had made a too-stupid suggestion and was harshly reprimanded by his father and mocked by his other brothers and sisters. But he could only smile foolishly and remain silent.
“Your incompetence is beyond my imagination! A life of ease has corrupted your minds.
“Great Children of the Moon must never be so foolish! When I need you, don’t act like clowns for me here!”
The sound of his father throwing things echoed through the great hall, seeming so clear and even reverberating in Alphonse’s memory. The faces of his other brothers and sisters, however, were vague… Only his father’s fury and Count Leipzig’s lowered head and light chuckle were deeply etched in his memory.
At this moment, Count Leipzig, however, simply raised his head with a smile.
He asked softly, “You still can’t forget? You good little boy…
“Is it because it was the first time you were reprimanded like this by someone you admired, making it unacceptable for you?”
At that moment, Alphonse suddenly woke up from his dream.
He realized that this was definitely not Count Leipzig. Even though he disliked that guy, he knew that he would never reveal such a soft and effeminate smile…
“You’re awake?”
The “Count Leipzig” chuckled.
When Alphonse realized that the “Count Leipzig” in front of him was not the real person, the entire nightmare came to a halt. His father, who had been in a rage, suddenly quieted down and stopped scolding; everyone else also stopped. In the entire space, only he and the “Count Leipzig” could move normally.
“…Madam Kingsford?”
Alphonse tentatively asked, “Is it you?”
“It’s me.”
As the “Count Leipzig” chuckled, he extended his five fingers and pressed them into the air as if plucking strings.
The next moment, everyone in this dream withered and melted. Like snowmen under the sun, or like ice sculptures being burned by flames.
And the outer shell of the “Count Leipzig” also melted, revealing its true essence within.
It was a witch of the Path of Love, with a beauty beyond mortal comprehension –
She had slightly long ears, clearly a half-elf. Her fair skin seemed to be Shining, and her Dark gold Long Hair was smooth and silky, reaching down to her waist. Her chest was astonishingly full, and the white gauze she was wearing did nothing to conceal her charm. It was her Dark gold Pupils, on the other hand – the only part that made her appear overly imposing and sharp.
Although she had been famous for a long time, she still looked no older than twenty at this moment. Her skin and features had the youthful tenderness of a girl, and her soft and approachable smile seemed very inclusive.
“Did you miss me, baby?”
Anna Kingsford smiled gently, walked to Alphonse’s side, and affectionately caressed his hair.
Alphonse was not simply a Child of the Moon transformed by Red Phase Pomanach – before his transformation, he had been the child of a human and a Child of the Moon.
Yes, he was the child born of Pomanach and his Blood Slave.
After reaching adulthood, he was transformed into a Child of the Moon by Pomanach himself.
His appearance also inherited the excellence of his parents… He had brilliant Golden short hair, and pupils that were scarlet like wine even in their normal state. From any angle, he could be considered handsome, just slightly leaning towards the feminine.
An eternal youth who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, if he let his hair grow longer and changed into a skirt dress, he would be a beautiful and charming young lady without makeup. With such excellent facial features, he was accustomed to the route of pleasing with his looks.
The young ladies of Star Antinomy were often easily deceived by his sweet talk and followed him obsessively; noblewomen also doted on such handsome and young men; and at the same time, Star Antinomy was different from Avalon, as there was also a group of older male nobles who preferred males…
“To be able to dream of this again… It seems Pomanach left quite a psychological shadow on you.”
Anna Kingsford hugged Alphonse and commented softly, “After this matter is over, you should find a reliable psychologist to diagnose you.”
“…Where can I find a psychologist I can trust.”
Alphonse said with a wry smile, “I carry too many secrets, and I no longer dare to sleep with my mind at ease.”
“Then do you hate Pomanach?”
Anna suddenly asked in a low voice.
“No, how could I…”
Alphonse shook his head, “I just hope to share my father’s worries. I made a stupid suggestion… it was my own lack of experience.”
At that time, he had not investigated Yulia at all and did not fully understand the political situation in Avalon. He just saw that no one else was speaking, and he wanted to show off in front of his father, so he impulsively went forward and volunteered.
“…But now I know that Yulia is not such an easy girl to fool. So, I was wrong back then.”
“Oh…?”
Anna leaned closer to Alphonse, her cheek lightly pressed against his, while her other hand’s fingers gently traced something on Alphonse’s left cheek: “You admit your mistake already? Then do you regret it… helping me with this?”
“I don’t regret it, Madam Kingsford.”
Alphonse shook his head, “Although I was indeed foolish… I don’t think my father was angry because of my foolishness. Rather, it’s because they are all useless.
“If I want to truly become an adult in my father’s eyes, ultimately, I still need more power – so Madam Kingsford, I still hope for your help!”
“Of course, I will help you.”
Anna chuckled and whispered in his ear, “But I’ll need a reward.”
“…Yes.”
Alphonse’s cheeks also flushed, and he said softly, “Just like before.”
He was truly useless at anything else, so when he sought help from Madam Kingsford, he could only play to his strengths – sleeping with this terrifying woman, who was infamous in the Rose Cross, once.
But strangely, he felt that Madam Kingsford was full of charm. Although he had been worried that she might torture him before coming to her… after all, most Extraordinarys of the Path of Love were not normal. But she appeared extraordinarily gentle, making Alphonse feel like he had not suffered any loss at all.
Even… he felt like he had fallen in love with her.
To the point of feeling indignant on her behalf!
–Such a beautiful and gentle lady, how could people slander her like this!
Of course, compared to his father… Madam Kingsford could only rank second in his heart.
(End of Chapter)