Chapter 9: The Blood Princess’s Game

Returning to the castle living room.

The place was still the same place, but Charles’s treatment was no longer the same.

Especially Shia’s attitude had undergone a major change.

As soon as Charles sat on the sofa, she said with a half-smile: “If it isn’t Master Charles. You came back following the scent so quickly? I thought you’d run away and gotten lost.”

You’re the canine!

This person’s expressionless sarcasm was sometimes more hurtful than the Blood Princess’s direct mockery.

Fortunately, she wasn’t petty and was too lazy to bother with her.

The other maids were lying by the door, peeking at the situation inside.

“See, I told you Master Charles would be smoothly caught and brought back. It ended in less than ten minutes, didn’t it?”

“This Master Charles is really too lame!”

After the recent incident, they were even more interested in Charles.

They all wanted to know how Charles would carry out her second escape attempt after this setback.

Facing so many gazes, Charles just smiled mysteriously.

Her butt hurt so much.

Until four or five in the morning, she obediently stayed in the living room, lying on the sofa almost motionless.

Sophie sat quietly beside her, watching late-night anime and playing games. When she was happy, she’d pat Charles’s head, and when she leveled up in the game, she’d also pat Charles’s head.

Honestly, if she hadn’t just been disciplined, she would definitely have resisted fiercely, but now she was truly powerless and could only let her stroke her.

Although it was quite comfortable and reminded her of her mother’s head pats, she still hoped the Blood Princess could restrain herself a bit and not pat her head bald.

Near dawn, Charles had mostly recovered, and Shia served a sumptuous dinner.

Charles devoured the butter steak as if venting her resentment.

Sophie gently set down her knife and fork, staring at Charles’s face puffed up with food, propping up her cheek with her right hand, smiling: “I thought Charles would become more vigilant, afraid of poison or something.”

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Charles glanced at her.

“I’m your thrall and can’t resist. If you wanted to kill me, why go to such trouble?”

“True.” Sophie seemed unconcerned, the corners of her mouth curving up slightly.

“What if it was an aphrodisiac?”

Clang!

Charles’s hands froze, and her knife and fork dropped onto the plate.

“Aph, aphrodisiac?”

Wasn’t that thing used for men and women’s bedroom arts?

She was a girl now, and everyone was a girl, so she hadn’t thought in that direction.

But who knew what the Blood Princess was thinking?

Meeting face to face only to share a bed, constantly emphasizing wife and wife, those teasing remarks didn’t seem like ordinary mischief. The Blood Princess, she…

Could she be into lolis!?

No no no, that was too far-fetched!

She was originally a genuine man. The Blood Princess couldn’t possibly have turned her female with the playful intention of teasing her, only to then get thirsty for her, right?

Was that possible?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!

Charles picked up her utensils with a complicated mood, cold sweat on her forehead, somewhat unsettled by the Blood Princess’s single remark.

“What’s wrong, full already?” Sophie was all smiles when she spoke.

Looking at that smile, it felt like nothing good was coming.

Did she really put aphrodisiac in the food?

“Puhahaha, being deceived so easily means I can tease you mercilessly, you know?”

With that, Sophie speared some food from Charles’s bowl, put it in her mouth, chewed for a moment, then swallowed.

Then she speared a piece of molten cream cake from her own plate and brought it to Charles’s lips.

“Come on, Charles, ahhh~”

Charles stared at her wordlessly.

Even if she hadn’t fallen for it, wasn’t she still being teased right now?

“Ahh~ hurry up, holding my hand like this is tiring.” Sophie’s brow furrowed slightly, with a feeling of being upset but not coquettish.

Charles had no choice but to open her mouth and bite down, but because a large amount of cream was flowing downward, she had to hold the fork in her mouth, slowly chewing and swallowing.

After she finished eating, Sophie speared a piece of fruit and put it in her own mouth, smiling with satisfaction.

“Tasty?”

These actions were completely natural, leaving Charles stunned. It was tasty, but why did something feel off?

“Pfft, Master Charles is such a blockhead, she still hasn’t noticed.”

“Master wasn’t even hinting—she was being explicit!”

“Worthy of Master, easily doing what we cannot do!”

“You can’t say that. Given Master Charles’s original environment, surrounded entirely by muscular men, working overtime every day, it would be strange if she had normal awareness.”

“Damn it, I’m so frustrated!”

Outside the door.

The maids crowded at the crack, chattering nonstop. They were simply treating Charles’s affairs as their own affairs.

Each and every one of them was offering suggestions—things like making Charles watch anime to learn knowledge, starting with light yuri then moving to real yuri. Or directly using strong medicine so that by the next morning she’d understand everything…

It wasn’t until Shia opened the door and stared at them with unfriendly eyes that their enthusiasm came to an abrupt halt.

Seeing the maids finally quiet down, Sophie said to Charles: “Charles, let’s play a game.”

“A game? What game? You’re not trying to tease me again, are you?”

Charles frowned.

She was almost developing psychological trauma from all this.

“No.”

Sophie played with her hair, the corners of her mouth curving into a cunning arc.

“Charles wants to return to the human city, but going back in your current state would only lead to all kinds of exclusion and inconvenience, right?”

“That’s my business.” Charles pursed her lips.

“Is that so? But if I find anyone excluding you, I’ll tear them apart one by one, you know?”

Sophie spoke softly, but her words were chilling. Anyone could tell she wasn’t joking.

Charles was silent for quite a while before slowly speaking: “What do you want?”

“Hehe, I just want to make a small suggestion.

Charles wants to escape, don’t you?

That’s fine. Just play some simple games with me.

The game type and conditions will be set by me. As long as you meet the conditions, you can gain escape time or receive other rewards—Charles can choose for herself.

Of course, the escape opportunity still has to be created by you, but before the escape time ends, I absolutely won’t hinder you. What do you think?

By the way, if you agree to this proposal, you can’t go back on it.”

Charles frowned slightly.

It sounded pretty good actually.

Although there were many unclear points, without this proposal, the Blood Princess would do everything to obstruct her, even imprison her. The probability of her being able to leave was actually pitifully small.

Conversely, as long as she could win once and gain ample time, and based on previous failed experiences, she should be able to pass through the barrier to the outside world more quickly.

At that point, even if there was nothing outside, her wings would probably be sufficient to support gliding to the top of the city.

Once inside the city, it wouldn’t be so easy for the Blood Princess to catch her back.

Charles lowered her head and thought for a moment. Feeling it was generally advantageous to her, she asked: “Is this a verbal agreement? Or in the form of a vampire contract?”

“Contract.” Sophie said without hesitation.”

I agree, but what specifically are these ‘other rewards’? And what do I have to pay if you win?”

“Mm, the answers to those two questions will be left until after we determine the winner.”

Hearing Charles agree, Sophie immediately released the hair she’d twisted into a circle.

“Then, let’s start the first game.”

“So soon?”

“After all, it’s almost bedtime.”

Sophie spread her arms toward Charles, making a gesture of wanting a hug.

“You failed today, so you have to sleep holding me.

The condition is to hold me all night.

Now then, will my dear Chacha please carry me back to the room?”