Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic

Book 3: Chapter 40: Good News Amongst the Pain

Book 3: Chapter 40: Good News Amongst the Pain

Scarlet

Hey Tar? Could you make it so that I dont get a stupid System message every stinking time I see a new demon? Its getting really annoying to have an identification message play out in my head every last time I turn my eye to find someone new. Especially considering that everyone Ive seen so far is Class V.

Of course, Tar says, his voice echoing in my head as he floats next to me, the tanuki having been scolded by the maids when he tried landing on my shoulder due to it not being dignified. Maids who Im pretty sure are plotting to ruin every last bit of dignity I have left by now, considering the whole corset thing which I am very much not used to wearing and is accentuating my chest more than any other outfit I have ever worn. Actually, most demons dont bother having the identification turned on by default, instead asking for the System to identify others. Because unlike you humans, they can identify most everyone on their planet as long as theyre not the exact same species.

Huh, guess thats right.

I carefully keep my balance as I walk, not used to wearing heels. Something that the maids for some reason insisted upon. The only bright side being that they didnt put me in high heels.

The dress itself, I have to admit, does look quite nice on me. And it does take into account my dislike of exposing skin, which apparently the Demon Lord was already aware of according to the maids. Since this dress doesnt actually expose much of anything. It even has the shoulders covered, and long sleeves that end around my wrists.

The dress is mostly black with a small red strap with the texture of a ribbon going across my stomach, with the dress flowing out from there in a mostly straight manner down to about my lower calves. The majority of the dress except for the ribbon is all a sleek black in color, but a small portion of the dress in the front stretching down from the little strap is a blood red and has some very faint ruffles as it goes down to the same length as the rest of it. At the same time, the dress above the strap actually has buttons that go up to the collar, which stops at about halfway up my neck and is made out of the same sleek material as the rest of the dress. Meanwhile my hair is completely straightened and feeling silky smooth from that bath and is running down to about my knees in length since the maids trimmed it a little. Most of its going straight down my back, but there are two small parts going down over my shoulders and across my chest.

But the breeze I feel from wearing a dress in the first place is unpleasant and making me want to change out of this thing and find some pants. Although not nearly as much as the corset that would be making me feel like Im dying inside if it werent for pain diffusion which I now see as the best skill in the world simply for its ability to diffuse discomfort as well as pain. And the fact that they painted my nails red was in my opinion an unnecessary addition, but then again, all of this outfit was an unnecessary addition in my eyes.

I glare at the woman who Ive since learned to be the head maid of this palace the vampire lady whose name is apparently Countess Selene Vespara of Bloodfall, a Countess without any land to her name making her stiffen up ever so slightly in the process. Then I let out a sigh and focus my gaze forwards as I walk through the grandiose palace, ignoring the various demons we pass by who are all bowing to me and clearly greeting me with a short, Your Highness.

Something thats really starting to get annoying.

Not to mention the fact that Ive seen hundreds of Class V demons so far just from where Ive passed in the palace going from the bath to wherever this maid is taking me. Unfortunately, Class V servants in the Royal Familys houses are a lot more common than the human worlds education believes it to be.

Literally every servant serving members of the Royal family are Class V demons according to the maids. All Nobles. Most of which are of the rank Count or Countess and below.

Actually, the head maid is the only Countess rank amongst the servants. Any who are of the same rank or higher are serving as my biological fathers personal guard or in some group he has called the Blood Fang. Some sort of force of soldiers beneath him. Or rather, force of Nobles beneath him.

Such a confusing term, Noble. Since every last Class V demon is a Noble, even those that have no land are Nobles. In fact, most Noble demons dont have any land to their name.

I hold in a swear as I trip slightly thanks to my heels only to catch myself before anyone notices.

Fucking heels.

Tar chuckles in my head, making my eye twitch. But I dont act out to swat at him or anything because I dont want to give a bad impression to the staff at the castle. The all Class V demon staff. The staff that if they didnt revere me as their Princess could kill me simply by swatting me like a fly.

I am a little surprised that not a single one of them seems to care at all about my human genes though.

Well, they know that as you ascend, your human genes will slowly be devoured by your demon genes, Tar admits, making me raise a brow. Its common knowledge amongst the Nobles, actually. The Demon King himself actually admitted recently that he knew from the first time he saw you that youd only have a single percentage of your human genes left by the time you reach Class V.

That has me quickly turning to look at the tanuki.

I will still have a percentage left of my human genes?!

Yeah, turns out all our worrying was for nothing, Tar says, sounding slightly annoyed by that. Then again, I didnt really take into consideration that your human genes belonged to the White Knight of Humanity and not just some regular human. So the genes are stronger than most humans and will at least let a single percent survive.

Thats good. Thats very good.

The tanuki glances at me as he says, I doubt I have to say this, but it wouldnt be a good idea to-

I know. I wont just stop fighting and growing stronger just because Im not at risk of that anymore.

Not sure if I could even if I chose to. Not with my pride getting in the way.

Right. Considering that you just said, chose to and not wanted to, you could just say you dont want to stop, Tar mutters, making my lips quirk up slightly. Which, I notice, has the head maid walking next to me suddenly smiling and walking a tiny bit straighter as well.

Thats going to take some getting used to.

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