Chapter 2 Wait, What Do I Owe You
Chapter 2: Wait, What Do I Owe You?
In the Rose Temple, inside Vivian’s castle. The medieval architectural style, with roses visible everywhere, sketched a picture of a bloody paradise.
Bai opened his eyes to find himself bound to a cross by thorns, with shackles restraining his power on his feet.
His body was covered with wounds, his Knight Commander uniform had become tattered, dark red scabs covered his entire body, and his face had an additional knife scar. His right hand was basically completely burned, as he couldn’t withstand the side effects of the Burning Angel’s holy fire.
In front of him, Vivian sat on the throne, looking at this loser with great interest.
“Cough, cough, you’re really tough, even with the incomplete Burning Angel attribute, plus those explosives…”
Vivian appeared before the prisoner in an instant. She raised her hand, gently caressing Bai’s cheek while silencing him.
“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands… I should have died when I couldn’t deliver that final blow.” Bai tried to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but how could a person without magic power have his way?
Since Bai was the Holy Temple Knight Commander, his achievements naturally came from slaughtering blood clans and other non-human races. Countless blood clan members had fallen at the hands of him and his Frost Moon Knights, including three direct blood clan princes and the current blood clan prince.
Now that he had fallen into the hands of his mortal enemy, what awaited him was naturally torture worse than death. The blood clan never lacked methods to torture people, a point Bai understood from the soldiers he had rescued before.
Now, he felt a powerful spatial restraint pressing down on him. It seemed that suicide was impossible.
Rose petals danced in the air, their bewitching fragrance stimulating Bai’s nerves. A breeze blew from somewhere, forcing Bai to look directly at this blood clan queen who had defeated him.
Vivian’s flowing silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, with a cross hairpin that reached just to her waist. Her skin was so pale it looked somewhat sickly, and she wore a pure black dress that contrasted with the red roses around her. Her red eyes were examining the helpless Bai before her.
The moonlight from outside the palace poured in like water, falling on the mottled stone walls.
Vivian lifted her dress and gracefully curtsied.
The spatial restraint was lifted, and Bai lost control of himself, spitting out the poison pill he had hidden in his mouth.
“Alright, enough talk. Just stop pretending and come take your revenge.” Bai laid his cards on the table. “Prince Conde and the previous blood clan prince Vincent were both killed by me. Go ahead, kill me if you dare. In the name of the Holy Temple Knight, I will not fall.”
“I’m not that kind of brute, you know?” Vivian smiled faintly. “Dear Holy Temple Knight, I’ve admired you for a long time, you know?”
As she spoke, sharp fangs slightly protruded from the corners of her mouth. Then, Bai felt a heavy blow to his abdomen. Already weakened, he immediately coughed up blood.
“…Kill me or torture me, as you wish. Why do you talk so much?”
Vivian didn’t answer directly. She gently caressed his face with a doting expression.
“Sir Knight, I’m not good at this kind of fighting. Let’s settle accounts first.”
Prince Conde, whom Bai had killed before, was Vivian’s capable assistant who controlled the military power of the Thorn Temple.
Blood clan prince Vincent was even more talented. Vivian was able to take the throne and lead the blood clan precisely because Vincent had been decapitated by Bai’s Frost Moon holy sword.
Then there was Vivian’s most treasured necklace, which had shattered under Bai’s desperate Dance of the Burning Angel to protect her.
“Prince Conde had followed me for thousands of years. Besides Wensa, he was the only subordinate I trusted. And the blood clan’s millennium-inherited soul pendant was also destroyed by you, Sir Knight. How will you repay these debts?”
Vivian’s voice was sweet and pleasant, making her look like a white-haired, red-eyed little girl throwing a tantrum.
“I said, there’s nothing to discuss. I don’t owe you anything. We just stand on different sides.” At the same time, the phantom of the Burning Angel appeared behind him, but quickly disappeared.
He was too weak now. Already seriously injured, plus going without food or water for days, he was barely hanging on. With the effect of the anti-magic shackles, it was his limit to just flash the Burning Angel phantom.
“Sir Knight, you can’t die, who would I find to repay the debt? I have a good idea. Why don’t you compromise and experience the life of our blood clan princess? Help with some things on the side, consider it debt repayment. Don’t worry, I’m magnanimous and will treat you well, okay?”
Vivian spoke with ill intent, while moving closer and slightly opening her small mouth to bite Bai’s neck…
“Mmm… Ah… It hurts so much. You, you, stop it…”
Bai struggled desperately, but couldn’t muster any strength. He could only watch as the white-haired figure on his chest freely sucked his blood.
“Don’t worry, Sir Knight, it will be over soon. Just sleep.”
His body began to soften, collapsing completely. His pure black hair started turning white, his skin gradually approached Vivian’s paleness, and the holy emblem hanging on his chest fell to the ground with a clang.
Unfortunately, the legend of the Empire’s Frost Moon Knight Commander Bai ended here.
The only news that reached the Empire was that the blood clan had launched a surprise attack on Fort Liège with all their forces. The Frost Moon Knight had resisted bravely and unyieldingly, finally sacrificing himself heroically for his country.
He had most feared this fate, yet she insisted on torturing him this way.
You hate us blood clan the most? No matter, once you become part of us, you won’t feel that way anymore.
Vivian raised the corner of her mouth, the pride of a victor appearing on her face.
In this world of swords and magic, Bai was not only skilled in ice magic, but the fort’s defense cannons and communication equipment were also his design.
Though others saw him as dabbling in strange and unorthodox things.
“Sir Knight, live on like this. I’ll take good care of you, starting with bestowing upon you the blood clan royal bloodline. Welcome, Prince Baili.”
Vivian picked up the holy emblem from the ground. Its golden light twisted, filled with disgust for the blood clan before it.
She frowned slightly and crushed the emblem in her hand.
The Burning Angel’s holy fire had already burned up Bai’s bloodline completely. For Vivian, he was a perfect vessel to contain her bloodline.
She separated a portion of her bloodline and injected it into Bai’s body. This way, he naturally became the new prince of the blood clan.
After all, the reincarnation soul pendant had been destroyed by him, and this was also a means for the poor Frost Moon Knight to repay his debt.
Vivian waved her hand, and the blood clan shadow guards outside appeared silently, throwing Bai into a rusty coffin and locking it with anti-magic chains.
“Why would Her Highness choose a mere human? I really don’t understand. Even those nobles would desire such an honor…”
Before the shadow guard could ask further, a bolt of netherfire rose without warning, just encompassing him. This fire that could melt anything was only one centimeter away from the shadow guard. He could see his sharp sword melting into liquid iron.
“My affairs are not for you to question.”
The shadow guard was so frightened he lost all feeling. Although the netherfire had extinguished, he still couldn’t move his legs.
Though Vivian looked cute and adorable, she absolutely would not allow anyone to question her authority.
“I wonder if he can withstand it. It’s my first time trying to assimilate a human.”
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