Chapter 5: Courtship Feeding

“Sent!”

Charles’s tense body finally relaxed.

On this special linked webpage, Charles had finished writing the distress message in less than half a minute.

However, during the transmission process, it spent over ten seconds loading.

Fortunately, it didn’t make her wait too long. The page eventually displayed “Sent.”

With the Demon Hunter Association’s special-grade rescue speed, no matter where she was, they should be able to respond within six hours!

As long as she had backup, she could escape tonight regardless of everything.

As for becoming a loli herself, that wasn’t a problem either!

Special-grade rescue didn’t mean sending a group of hunters armed to the teeth to save lives, but rather delivering one of the Demon Hunter Association’s twelve holy relics.

As long as she had a powerful holy relic, even the Blood Princess couldn’t do whatever she wanted to her.

When the time came, as long as she found a powerful witch or alchemist, there might still be a chance to return to her original form!

Thinking of this, Charles’s mood immediately improved considerably.

Completely unaware of what kind of downtrodden hunter education awaited her later.

After leaving the bathroom, Charles found the little maids who were gathered waiting for her and headed toward the kitchen.

“Master Charles…”

Shirley, who was following behind, suddenly called out softly.

Charles turned her head and smiled slightly: “What is it?”

Shirley’s pretty face turned slightly red: “Well… it might be strange to suddenly ask this, but we’re all very curious why Master Charles treats us so well but dislikes the master so much?”

“Huh?” Charles raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, sorry! It’s just… well…”

Seeing Shirley was a bit frightened, the blue-eyed maid Anna asked the question for her:

“These past three days, even when we served blood food that you didn’t like, you never got angry or blamed us, and even personally taught us how to cook.

But when the master comes, you clearly show strong aversion.

Even though we’re all vampires and werewolves, and maids of the Tenorvaid family…”

“I’m only opposed to actions, not people.”

Charles interrupted her words and casually responded, “The Blood Princess ambushed me in the Smelting City and even wanted to turn me through the slow-boiling-frog method¹ method. She definitely has ulterior motives toward me.”

“I see…”

After hearing this explanation, the maids looked at each other.

Their big eyes blinked, as if sending Morse code.

Internal voice chat:

[The master was rejected, pff.]

[Don’t laugh, maybe you’ll be the next one rejected.]

[The master just smiled at me, wuu… so cute!]

[You really dare to say that, even though you were scared to death before. Speaking of which, Master Charles wants to escape today too, right?]

[Yeah, after all, she just had that confrontation with Shia.]

[I want to support Master Charles’s escape.]

[Is there something wrong with your brain?]

[What do you know? Attack the heart, break the will, win without fighting—this is the highest strategy. Master Charles and the master being together is the grand wish of all the maids! But at this rate, Master Charles might engage in direct combat with the master. We need to support them in our own way!]

[For example?]

[The process is important, but the result is most important. We help Master Charles escape, and you pretend to get wine to make the master realize that getting her drunk works…]

…

Just like that, the maids who should have been leading the way were sending telegrams behind, while Charles, who didn’t know the way, walked in front instead.

Although she didn’t mind taking detours to memorize the terrain, in this strange atmosphere, she was still breaking out in cold sweat.

Fortunately, the kitchen wasn’t far from the living room, and they arrived quickly.

While teaching Shirley to cook, Charles inconspicuously investigated the exits.

Generally speaking, castle kitchens would have a back door leading to the outside world, used for transporting ingredients or clearing garbage.

But unfortunately, this castle had been renovated too much, and the only known exits were the main entrance and the living room windows.

As for ventilation ducts.

They either connected to pipes or were too narrow.

As for the main entrance, there were multiple cameras, alarms, flamethrowers, ultraviolet devices, and patrolling maids—the difficulty of escaping was simply hellish.

If there was some way to knock out the Blood Princess, she could force her way through the main entrance. Otherwise, it was safer to stick with escaping through the windows.

But what would be a good method…

Just then, Charles saw Shirley take out a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator.

Her eyes lit up.

Wasn’t the method right there!

“What are you taking the red wine for?” Charles asked, pretending not to understand.

Shirley answered: “The master always has a glass after finishing work.”

“Oh… which kind does the Blood Princess like best?”

Shirley was slightly stunned, then timidly replied: “The master really likes Blood Gem and Moon Red.”

These two wines had colors resembling blood gems and the red moon at dusk, with aroma, taste, and flavor that were the finest of the finest.

Of course, the prices were also jaw-droppingly top-tier. It was said that one bottle of Moon Red could be exchanged for a limited-edition luxury car.

However, for the Tenorvaid family with thousands of years of accumulated wealth, this probably wasn’t much.

“How many barrels does Master Charles need?”

“Barrels?”

Charles was stunned for a moment. Usually, wasn’t it measured in bottles? How many bottles would one barrel equal?

“One barrel is about fifty gallons, equivalent to three hundred bottles of seven hundred fifty milliliter capacity,” Anna coughed and reminded her.

“By the way, the Duke of Greens, who was once called the Blood Clan Wine King, competed with the master in drinking and lost consciousness after just two bottles of Moon Red. The master’s alcohol tolerance is probably… around five bottles?”

In other words, the Blood Princess’s alcohol tolerance was more than twice that of the Wine King.

Charles was silent for quite a while. She had seen the human Wine King, who was hospitalized after drinking half a bottle.

Among the dragon race, the best drinkers could only handle three bottles.

How could the Blood Princess with such a small body be able to drink so much?

“Then give me three bottles of Moon Red, two barrels of ice, and one bottle of cola.”

“Cola?”

The maids looked at each other.

They could understand bringing wine to get the master drunk, and ice to freeze things, but what was the cola for?

Could it be that Master Charles had already given up on herself and planned to be happily kept by the rich loli with cola, chips, and video games?

That wouldn’t be unacceptable either.

Back in the living room, Sophie, who had finished relaxing in the secret room, was already sitting on the sofa, holding a teacup and elegantly savoring her breakfast.

As soon as she heard movement, she immediately looked up. When she saw Charles, her gaze softened: “Would Charles like a cup?”

She pushed forward a glass cup containing a bright red viscous liquid.

Charles’s face immediately turned cold:

“Do you think I would drink that thing?”

“Being picky isn’t good, you know.”

Sophie’s finger traced along the rim of the cup as she methodically introduced it:

“This is a newly released special beverage, with a deep red color like blood gems, a fragrant aroma, sweet and pleasant taste, and rich in vitamins.”

“You make it sound like tomato juice.”

“Hehe, correct answer—it is tomato juice.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, naturally scoffing at such words.

“The suspicion between wives truly breaks my heart. Let me prove it then?”

Sophie’s tone sounded full of resentment.

But that cat-like mouth and the cute ears bouncing up and down with excitement told Charles it wasn’t that simple.

She was definitely thinking something bad!

Charles believed she already had a preliminary understanding of the Blood Princess.

Although she didn’t know exactly what she wanted to do, staying far away was the right choice.

However, before she could move, Sophie grabbed her arm with one hand, while the other hand grabbed the glass cup and took the dark red liquid into her mouth.

But didn’t swallow it?

“Wh-what are you trying to do?!”

Charles’s pupils contracted, her sense of crisis exploding!

This was going to be…

A term instantly came to mind—

Courtship feeding!

Thump~

Sophie wrapped both hands around her neck and directly knocked her down, forcefully kissing her.