I Became a White-Haired Loli v2c64

Chapter 64: Drinking Blood

“No problem…”

Rolof felt a fear no less intense than Isabelle’s gaze, the demonic power within him momentarily quelled by Leticia’s calm authority.

“Good,” Leticia said, returning to her sewing. “Tell Kweil and Kruse to come themselves next time.”

She knew they had sent Rolof to avoid her.

But she also knew Rolof couldn’t be trusted.

Not because Bai had told her anything—Bai had actually concealed Rolof’s involvement—but because she had sensed it when he first came to her with the corrupted tissue sample.

That’s why she had insisted Bai accompany him, though she hadn’t anticipated the ensuing chaos.

And now, Rolof, under pressure, had revealed too many inconsistencies.

He hadn’t even realized that with every lie, he was inching closer to his own demise…

“Yes, Lady Leticia. I will relay your message,” Rolof said, his bow stiff, his steps faltering as he left, the gazes of Bai and Isabelle burning into his back.

His plan had been to contact Isabelle, to beg for her forgiveness, to continue their arrangement.

But now, everything was different. Bai was alive, and Isabelle, who had wanted her dead, was now with her.

And strangely, neither of them seemed to have any intention of harming him.

He didn’t know what to do.

“Perhaps… the demon commander who is coming to the capital will be my salvation…”

He thought of the terrifying crimson figure from the illusion and clenched his fists.

He was still alive. He still had a chance…

…

In the shop, Bai examined the crimson dagger, admiring its craftsmanship. “This is a fine blade, much better than Lin Yan’s.”

“It’s made of ‘Bloodfall,’ a material forged with a unique Vampire technique, and hand-carved by the Vampire Queen herself. It’s a masterpiece,” Leticia said, her knowledge of such things extensive.

“You know so much, Lady Leticia,” Bai said, impressed.

“I’ve just been around for a while,” Leticia smiled. “But the Vampire Queen… I’ve crossed paths with her a few times… though, to her, it was probably like a few ants scurrying across her path.”

“Weapons made of ‘Bloodfall’ are reserved for the Vampire Legion’s high command. And a weapon made entirely of it, like this one, is incredibly rare, even among the Vampires. It seems the Abyssal Demon Realm is sincere in their… request.”

As they spoke, Isabelle’s gaze fell on the dagger, and she said, “It contains an image of Shaya.”

“Oh?” Bai asked, surprised. “Where?”

“It’s already been activated, so you can’t see it again,” Isabelle replied.

“How can we see it again?” Bai asked, her curiosity piqued. She wanted to see this infamous Vampire Queen, even if it was just an image.

“Well…” Isabelle hesitated, glancing at Leticia.

Leticia, sensing her hesitation, said without looking up, “Bai, you handle it. I won’t interfere. If you need my help, just ask.”

“Alright,” Bai nodded, then, taking the dagger, said, “Let’s go back to our room and figure this out.”

In their room, Bai placed the dagger on the table. “How do we do it?”

Isabelle took the dagger, examining it closely. Dark runes spread across her face, and she frowned.

“It’s no use… it seems we need to infuse it with Vampire demonic power to activate the image again.”

“Let me see,” Bai said, taking the dagger and trying to infuse it with her own demonic power.

“A strong rejection…” She sighed, the runes on her face fading.

Ara also touched the dagger, trying to infuse it with her own power, but the rejection was even stronger.

“By the way, Isabelle, are you close with the Vampire Queen?” Bai asked curiously.

Isabelle frowned. “She’s… an outcast. No one is close to her.”

“Of course, all the demon commanders have their quirks. Azakana is a mad, manipulative fanatic. Elthorp is a sarcastic, condescending bastard. And Atwood is weak and pretentious, always hiding behind his age…”

“And you’re a psycho with a split personality?” Bai teased.

“I…” Isabelle was speechless.

However, since meeting Bai, the crazed Isabelle hadn’t resurfaced.

Or rather, the timid Isabelle was becoming more… normal.

If this continued, perhaps there would be no more “crazed” or “timid” Isabelle, only the Isabelle from before she met the Abyssal Lord.

Bai didn’t know why, but it was a welcome change.

She looked at the dagger, a feeling that she could still do something with it.

“Maybe…”

She took the dagger and made a small cut on her arm.

The blade was sharp, and blood welled up instantly.

The wound healed quickly, but not before a few drops of blood escaped.

She looked at the blood, then, on an impulse, brought her arm to her lips and licked it.

“Princess Bai, you—” Isabelle’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected Bai to do that.

Ara, who had been silent, also looked up, concerned.

“I’m fine…” Bai said, a bit confused herself. The urge to drink her own blood had been overwhelming.

Just then, she saw a flash of crimson in her peripheral vision.

“Bai, your hair… it’s changing color again…” Ara said.