"I ......" Mona's teeth quirmed, knowing that she would not be able to do well today.

She hadn't tasted this fear in a long, long time. The warm blood was rushing in her body, but it was difficult to warm her increasingly cold skin. The maid who could stop the night cry of a child was out of breath, and her already bloodless face turned two points paler. "Master, I would like to make amends for my mistakes......"

"Negligence?" Nevrita's eyes were drawn with curly and delicate lines, and when she curled her scarlet lips, a soul-snatching charm came to life. She got up from the soft couch, the silk silk wrapped around her calves brushed the tips of her feet, and the soft red parted the cold white skin, like blood snaking down.

Mona choked up, no matter how many times she watched it, she was still amazed by the extraordinary beauty of the baroness.

"My dear daughter, what fault can you make?" Nefrita's voice was as low as a lover's whisper. The tone is so frivolous that it doesn't seem rude to come from the mouth of a passionate lover.

A strange fragrance wafted into Mona's nostrils. Every nobleman who had the privilege of being close to the Baroness praised the subtlety of the spice, and some even got dazed and tried to bribe the Baroness's subordinates to obtain the so-called "secret recipe". In a sense, that one finally got what he wanted.

Mona knew the end of that person. It was she who denounced this person's trespass in her laughter. It was also with her own eyes that she saw the lady drink the man's blood, and with a smile she imprinted her scarlet lips in her mouth, rewarding her diligent subordinate with a small sip of the life essence she had just absorbed.

She had laughed at these mortals who didn't know what to live and died, and was complacent about her superiority. But now, she wishes she was even more ignorant. The rancid smell mixed with rust lingered on the tip of the nose, and it was impossible to ignore its existence, as if it were a rotting corpse under a sea of flowers, with a horror that did not fit in.

The aroma was stronger, and even the voice of the lady was soft and fluttering. "How can I count on little Mona's loyalty? You strangled your brother with your own hands and gave me your own blood. You don't care about anything but yourself. ”

Just a few words made Mona fall into an ice cave. It had been a long time since she had served the Lady of Nefritta who had experienced such a cold feeling in her hands and feet.

She solves many people, enjoys people's fears of herself, and even mistakes her master's blessing for her own strength. But all this, including the warm blood flowing in her body, belonged to the Baroness.

Mona couldn't say a word, her forehead pressed against the ground, and she almost whimpered: "Please...... I beg you to give me one more chance, and I'll go back now...... "Even to return to the terrible red-robed woman to die is more merciful than the master's ruling.

"No, you can't." Nevrita tilted her head. "You're going to die there."

Words of concern seemed to come out of her lips, but they contained meaning that made Mona shake. "You'll fall down the street and let precious blood flow. I don't want to waste my blood, my dear. It's been so long since you've been blessed, and you still can't use my blood to the fullest, look at you like this. Nefrita's eyes swept over Mona's increasingly pale face and landed on the ruddy face of the maid beside her.

"Go, Naemma."

There seemed to be a kind of magic in this name, which made Mona seem to be drained of her strength and collapsed to the ground, her expression full of despair. The black cat in Nefrita's arms stretched and jumped lightly off the couch. Before it hit the ground, its petite body began to twist and elongate, and its thick hair turned into smooth skin. A tall, brown-skinned woman straightened up. She was naked, and her body was almost painted with poisonous snakes of all colors, as if she came to life as she walked.

The woman known as Naema looked solemn and walked up to the limp Mona without saying a word, and picked her up with one hand. Then, her slender fingers pressed against the other's chest, and stroked it a few times through the soft fabric, as if to soothe the kitten.

As she stroked it, Mona's body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. Wisps of ruddy appeared on her dead white skin, adding a little youthful beauty. But soon, the color of this life revealed its true nature—the capillaries that countless inexplicably began to agitate.

A thin moan came from Mona's throat, and her features contorted with the perceived excruciating pain. Her body cramped and bent in the air, her skin as hot as a boiled shrimp. Although the red tide has surpassed the color of a healthy person, it is still deepening.

With a subtle "poof", the first laceration appeared in her eyelid, and a thin red thread emerged, poking into the air like a sprouting granulation.

Followed by a dense sound like popping beans, the weak part of the beautiful maid's skin cracked dense lines, like a porcelain doll that had fallen to burst. The fatier parts are contorted and swim like snakes, as if worms of all sizes are scurrying under the skin.

Mona's body stretches one moment, then curls up and twists into incredible angles. Strangely, not a single drop of blood came out of the wound, as if she was just removing an overly fitting garment.

The flesh of the arm was finally broken, and the crack rolled out layers of red, red, yellow, and yellow. A thick blood vessel is squeezed out, full and elastic.

Naemma's eyelashes drooped, and her fingers slowly roamed Mona's limp body. Under the cloak there was a continuous popping sound. Mona's face froze into a crying and laughing look, and her eyes bulged out as the tiny blood vessels on them slowly peeled away from the lens, arching their tiny bodies like schistosomes

Naema didn't stop, she slowly danced her fingers, speeding up the peeling of the veins. A blood-red humanoid gradually shed its flesh and muscles, and crawled out from under the cloak.

The human form of this circulatory system resembles a "Mona" outlined in a simple stroke, and contains everything from organs to tiny blood vessels as thin as hair. The heart, located in the "chest", is suspended in the air and still pumps blood vigorously. "She" walked towards the damesse's soft couch, and even her steps were Mona's posture.

"Ah, my little Mona, you are beautiful."

Nevrita said affectionately, her jade eyes full of appreciation.

The brown-skinned maid tossed Mona's clay-like body aside and walked back to Nevrita's side with Mona, who seemed to have been painted in reality. The Lady smiled and pressed her lips to the "lips" outlined by many tiny blood vessels, her white teeth piercing into the thin walls of the veins.

For a moment, only the faint sound of sucking remained in the room. As she tasted it, "Mona" quickly lost its vitality, black and crumpled like tree bark, and fell to the carpet.

Mona on the ground let out a faint whimper. Without the inhuman life force provided by the blood of the Baroness, she would soon die, as she should have suffered more than ten years ago. But the unwillingness still supports her vitality, enough to ask the last question.

"You said that...... You told me the way beyond death—"

Nevrita's scarlet tongue skimmed the tips of her teeth, licking away the remaining blood. "yes, yes, I gave it to you. I poured blood into your cold body, but it was only borrowed, did this give you any unrealistic fantasies? ”

She sighed and leaned back into the cushion. "I have given you life, my dear, the zeal blood that runs through you is sufficient to sustain the movement of your dead body, and even to give you a higher level of strength. But sixteen years have thou art pale and breathing cold, and when has there ever been such a fool among my handmaidens? "Just as a dull man fails the spirituality bestowed by power, so you have failed me and have compelled me to take back my blessing."

Mona stared straight at her and exhaled her last breath. Her body rapidly swelled, decayed, and ossified, and was soon corroded into a handful of ashes by an invisible force. The beautiful maids stepped forward as if nothing had happened, and swept away the traces of their companions.

Nefritta closed her eyes and savored the memories of her "daughter".

She quickly skipped the banal and tasteless mortal life. A young and impulsive girl, envious of the power of the Scarlet Lady, murdered her parents and sacrificed her brother to pray for her mercy, serving nothing but ambition. The life of a handmaiden is also not worth mentioning, and it is not until the end of the memory that there is something interesting.

…… She wrapped her hood tightly, and after all these years of being a handmaiden, she still often felt chills. Glancing at Blair's ruddy face beside him, a kind of jealousy arose.

The baroness could sleep in the mansion, but she could only keep an eye on an old god and a cub in the cold rain of the long night. She thought gloomily, and an excessively sweet smell of blood poured into her nostrils, making her feel a lot more comfortable.

Wait a minute...... The smell of blood? She jerked her head up and looked at Anna's hidden roof. The maid's gaze looked through the rain curtain and saw the dark liquid slowly flowing down with the rain on the outer wall.

It was the color of blood that no maid could mistakenly recognize.

But when did this happen? Shouldn't they be intimidating others? From the fat-brained aristocracy to the ambitious outsider, they should all be intimidated by the name of the handmaiden.

The window was opened, and a little light came in, but it made me feel even colder. The child's face flickered at the window, and his palms were covered in the blood of a handmaiden.

The Lady will not forgive such a thing...... The essence of her life flows in the blood of every handmaiden, and she gives them and controls them by this gift. The blood of the handmaiden belongs to her alone.

This alien little cub made the handmaiden bleed.

Why was he able to do it?

A heavy object smashed into the canopy and rolled down into the middle of the road. Anna's blue face met them, and the dark puddle beneath her continued to expand, washed away by the rain.

Blair let out an angry snort, and before she could say anything, her figure disappeared into the rain. Even among the handmaidens, she was quite a perverse one.

Mona wanted to take a step, but some emotion stumbled on her feet, maybe it was the cowardice of a mortal, maybe it was some kind of subconscious abnormality.

It's so quiet, it's so quiet. I don't know how long ago, except for the sound of rain, there was no other abnormal sound between heaven and earth. What about the rolling of the wheels of the carriage over the road, and the sigh of the homeless man under the lamppost?

Mona stood suspiciously, hesitating whether she should catch up with her companion or take another look around.

With a click, a little warm liquid dripped onto her face.

She turned her head stiffly and heard the click of her own cervical spine.

The canopy behind him rattled and crackled with the rain. Blair was hung upside down, his face no more than a few dozen centimeters from his head, swaying like a sandbag.

The handmaiden's ability to see at night allowed her to see the "twine" that wrapped her companion's feet around the canopy, wet and dripping with dark liquid.

Blair's throat rolled and opened like a baby's lips, and his tongue protruded from the wound, hanging limply around his neck like a scarlet bow tie.

On her smooth forehead was a striking double-headed eagle drawn in blood, slowly wiped away by the flowing rain and seeping into her long, wet hanging hair.

The sound of the curtains being pulled open in the endless sound of rain breaks this suffocating eternity.

A figure stood in front of the window, the warm yellow light pouring from behind her into the rain-woven cage, but it did not bring any warmth.

The strange woman greeted her, and even through the rain, she could see the gray-blue eyes, and the lips one and the other.

"The Cursed greets you, Baroness."

For a moment, Nevrita understood what Mona couldn't grasp.

The baroness opened her eyes and laughed to herself.

"I'm so pleased."