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Chapter 64: Fienne Doesnt Hold Back

Chapter 64: Fienne Doesn't Hold Back

0% That day, Fienne stopped by her quarters before visiting Risir in the hospital.

In the corner of her room, she paused before a certain item—the handkerchief she’d used to wipe Risir’s blood after his mana overflux.

A wave of self-loathing washed over her. Keeping a bloodstained handkerchief, neither washed nor discarded...it was the behavior of those worms that pursued her.

With a look of disgust, Fienne lifted the handkerchief to her nose, her delicate nostrils flaring.

“...”

Fienne lowered her head, deeply disturbed. The handkerchief, stained with Risir’s blood, smelled no different from that brawling young man’s the other day. If anything, it was even more pungent and thick with the nauseating stench of old blood.

And yet...that very scent brought Fienne an unparalleled sense of happiness, simply for the reason of belonging to Risir.

Since then, smelling the handkerchief had become a method of stress relief. A rather effective one at that, too.

The problem was that it didn’t just end at stress relief.

“Haa...Haa...”

As the days passed, she found herself smelling the handkerchief more often. The harder she tried to suppress her desires, the stronger they became. And with them, the backlash only intensified.

A vicious cycle took hold, as what was meant to relieve her stress only fed it further.

No, this isn’t right. If he sees me like this, he’ll surely despise me.

Fienne clung to her sanity like a tightrope walker on a high wire. That is, until the inevitable pest showed up, mentioning Risir.

“I hear you’ve been frequenting the mage tower lately? You must have an acquaintance there?”

The implication was obvious: “If you won’t meet with me, I’ll find out who your acquaintance is and harm them.”

Fienne’s stress, along with her desires, reached its peak.

Late at night, Fienne frantically slipped into Risir’s quarters. The moment her eyes landed on him, fast asleep, reason abandoned her.

She stepped closer, intent on biting his finger.

“...”

But in that moment, before she could indulge in the pleasure of Risir’s blood, a different thought surfaced—an image of him, rambling nonsense to her.

If...if he saw her like this, how would he react? Would he still treat her the same as always?

Impossible. He would surely despise her for what she was—a monster craving human blood.

“No...”

The trembling Progenitor lowered his hand, and the urges she had denied began ripping through her. A pain and craving consumed her, so intense it rivaled—perhaps even surpassed—that of a human on the brink of starvation.

Fienne collapsed against the bed, her body beyond control. Through the blanket, the warmth of his presence seemed to dull the edge of her torment, if only slightly.

She climbed onto the bed and fell over him. Then, pulling out the handkerchief, she buried her face in it.

Please, please...let this pass.

Fienne prayed with every fiber of her being that he would stay asleep.

“Fienne...?”

Her wish wasn’t granted.

Fienne flinched and lifted her face from the handkerchief.

Her eyes met Risir’s.

“Risir...”

In that moment, Fienne forgot all pain and desire, purely falling into despair.

It’s all over now.

Having seen her ugly true self, he would surely despise her. Their relationship would come to a disastrous end.

No more meaningless conversations with him. No more pretending to live like a normal human.

This is for the best.

Fienne thought to herself with relief. It had always been a foolish notion, pretending to be human when she was a Progenitor.

She wanted to tell him with pride, “Despise me if you want. I don’t care how you see me anymore.”

But instead, what escaped her lips was a quivering, fragile whisper.

“I’m sorry...I—for a second there, I wanted to drink your blood.”

“...”

“You’re disappointed, aren’t you? Because I’m not the kind of person you thought I was.”

Fienne squeezed her eyes shut, like a child confessing a mistake and bracing for punishment.

She steeled herself for the contempt that was sure to follow.

“I mean, well. Isn’t that natural?”

“...Pardon?”

“Fienne. Aren’t you a Progenitor? It’s only natural for a Progenitor to want blood.”

She blinked, stunned by the unexpected response.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on Risir’s face. His expression mirrored hers—bewildered, as if saying, “What’s the big deal?”

It wasn’t contempt born of resignation, but complete understanding.

He was treating her bloodlust as something entirely ordinary.

“But...”

Fienne was speechless. His unbiased attitude often caught her off guard, but this time, it left her completely adrift.

“...”

Risir’s gaze fell on the handkerchief in Fienne’s hand, then shifted to her haggard appearance.

“Oh, dear.”

He let out a sigh. To him, she looked like a pitiful child who hadn’t eaten in days.

“Why...did you hold back until it got this bad?”

“Because! You told me not to harm humans!”

“Er, but I told you not to bully the innocent...”

Fienne was dumbfounded. Even in this situation, his expression was tinged with guilt.

I don’t get it. Why are you the one feeling guilty?

A dry laugh escaped her lips.

After a moment’s consideration, Risir spoke.

“Fienne. This blood-drinking, what kind of effect does it have on the other person?”

It might sound laughable to others, but Progenitor Fienne didn’t know much about the act herself. Being formerly human, she was repulsed by her own obsession with blood.

Dominating prey with mind control, making a tiny cut on their fingertip, letting that blood touch her skin—that had been the extent of her ‘blood-drinking’ until now.

“My method, well, it only causes a bit of fatigue...”

“Is that so? Then—”

Risir paused, leaning in to offer his neck.

“—care to take mine?”

“Aaah!”

Fienne let out a shrill scream and fell off the bed.

“W-w-what are you doing, you shameless man! Cover up this instant!”

Even in the darkness, her face was visibly burning red.

“?”

Despite his confusion, Risir did as she asked.

“What? Isn’t this how it’s done? Then how do you usually do it?”

“Y-you...Do you even realize what you’re saying right now?”

“Why wouldn’t I realize?”

He smirked before continuing.

“If you’re going to do it anyway, isn’t it better to drink from me?”

Risir believed it was better for her to drink his blood—as he fully understood her—rather than risk complications by taking it from others by force.

Fienne’s interpretation of that was: “I want to be your only one.”

“Ah, uh...”

Fienne covered her small face with both hands.

“You shameless man...How can you say such a thing so casually...”

“?”

A moment later, Fienne lowered her palms slightly, revealing her eyes. Her brows were raised as she carefully studied Risir’s reaction.

“A-are you serious...? Are you sure you won’t r-regret this...?”

“...Just how much are you planning to suck out of—”

“You know that’s not what I mean!”

Once again, she eyed him warily as she continued.

“You better not...change your mind later on...?”

“Come on. Would I ask for blood back after it’s already taken?”

“That’s not what I—Never mind. Let’s just drop it.”

You won’t despise me later after this, will you?

Fienne decided to keep that last question to herself. Judging from Risir’s reaction, it seemed unnecessary to ask.

“...”

Fienne cautiously approached and took his hand.

“I’m r-really doing it! This is your last chance to back out, okay?!”

“Oh boy. Your food’s going to get cold.”

“...I don’t even know anymore.”

Fienne put Risir’s index finger in her mouth and bit down.

“...!”

Her eyes went wide, like a baby tasting something sweet for the first time.

Her tongue tentatively touched the finger a few times, then wrapped around it more actively.

Just as the bleeding was about to stop...

“Sluuurp...”

Fienne carefully began to suck.

Soft, ragged breaths escaped her lips.

“Hmnn...Hmnn...”

“...”

Risir closed his eyes for a different reason than Fienne’s.

Damn. This is way more erotic than I thought.

Fienne was just innocently(?) sucking blood, yet the sight of her made him feel close to having impure thoughts.

He absolutely couldn’t let that happen.

FBI, open up...!

Desperate to rid himself of temptation, Risir eagerly turned to the memories of his past life.

As it happened, there was one method that could be effectively used in this situation—he’d simply picture the most un-sexiest person he could imagine in a bikini.

Who would it be?

Unfortunately, the first image that popped into his mind was a certain elderly man with dreadlocks.

GYAAAARGH!

The temptation vanished cleanly—at the cost of severe damage to his soul.

“...?”

Meanwhile, Fienne stared blankly at Risir’s finger.

Why is it suddenly cold?

***A soft plop echoed in the dark room as Fienne pulled Risir’s finger from her mouth. The transparent thread connecting them slowly fell.

“...”

Fienne quickly wiped his hand with a clean handkerchief.

“Fienne. Surely you won’t keep that saliva-covered handkerchief too...?!”

Paff. Fienne threw the handkerchief in his face and fled the room, head bowed.

Seconds later, a small voice drifted from beyond the door.

“...Silly fool of a man.”

The pitter-patter of her retreating footsteps was incredibly light.

***“It’s dangerous to wander around at this hour, little lady. Who could you possibly be meeting at the tower so late, eh?”

On the way back to her quarters after parting with Risir, a group of men blocked Fienne’s path, feigning coincidence.

It was Tord and his lot.

Just when I was in such a good mood...

Her elated expression was on the verge of crumbling—but then she recalled Risir’s words from earlier.

-Er, but I told you not to bully the innocent...

Fienne glanced at the worms before her. Were they innocent?

Next, she remembered a warning from a prostitute who admired her.

-Please don’t get involved with them, Lady Fienne...So many have disappeared after getting mixed up with their ilk...

“Ha...!”

Fienne burst into laughter.

“What’s this, Fienne? What’s so funny? Are you that happy to see me?”

“...Yes, I’m happy.”

Happy that you’ve shown up at just the right time and place.

Fienne had hoped to become self-reliant in Bondalles through her own power, as she didn’t want to burden Risir. Moreover, she wanted to become someone he could be proud of. For instance, by building a high social status.

-Er, but I told you not to bully the innocent...

Feeling particularly good and motivated, Fienne realized there were more ways to achieve her goal than she had previously considered.

“I’ve grown curious about you, Tord.”

“Finally?”

Just as Tord was about to leer with lust...the Progenitor’s gaze began to glow within the dark.

The pure whites of her eyes turned as red as wine.

***

[The target falls under the dominion of the True Word]

[Target: Tord (Lv.35)]

***The next morning, Risir’s honorary mage appointment ceremony was held with great success. Amidst the congratulations of countless mages, he officially became a full-fledged member of the Gray Tower.

And that night...

***

[The target is under the control of the True Word]

[The target is under the control of the True Word]

[The target is under the control of the True Word]

[The target is under the control of the True Word]

[The target is under the control of the True Word]

...

...

...

***The northern back alleys of Bondalles were undergoing a sudden change.

***Lately, unsettling rumors had been spreading through the back alleys of Bondalles. Whispers that the master of the northern back alleys had changed, yet no one knew who had taken over.

“That’s the situation, Risir. Be careful should you ever need to pass through that area. If possible, take a detour.”

“Huh. The world’s gotten so dangerous.”

***

▷Fate 86: ‘Traffickers’ has been deactivated.

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