Martial Emperor of Blue Star, Turned into a Blood Slave Girl by a Vampire Princess

Degrienne awoke in agony.
The moment her consciousness returned, a sharp sting pierced her neck.
She jerked up and grabbed at it—her fingertips brushed against cold metal.

It was a spiked collar. The inner thorns pressed against her throat, needing only the slightest pressure to pierce flesh.
“What... is this!?”
She struggled upright, her voice hoarse. “Who put this on [N O V E L I G H T] me!? Am I some kind of pet!?”

“It was personally placed by the Mistress.”
Veronica’s voice came from the bedside.
Only then did Degrienne notice the head maid seated beside her, holding a thick tome titled The Maid’s Code of Conduct, her eyes calm and gentle.

“That old witch—!”
Degrienne seethed with fury and reached to tear off the collar.
But the instant her fingers touched the clasp, the collar tightened violently. The spikes dug into her skin, and she choked back a groan of pain.

“That’s not allowed.”
Veronica spoke softly. “Only the Mistress can remove it. If you try to take it off…”
She smiled faintly. “It will keep tightening until it pierces your throat.”

Degrienne’s face turned pale. Before she could react, Veronica suddenly drew a silver disciplinary ruler from beneath her skirt.
Smack!
The ruler struck her palm hard, the burning pain forcing her hand back.

“Lesson one,” Veronica said tenderly. “You must not speak ill of the Mistress.”
Degrienne clenched her teeth. But the next moment, soft giggles rustled from the shadows.
Only now did she realize—the corners of the room were filled with maids.
Some covered their mouths to laugh; others gazed at her with bright, curious eyes, like spectators enjoying a delightful performance.

“From today onward, we will teach you the manners of a maid.”
Veronica closed the book, her tone gentle but brooking no discussion. “How to serve the Mistress, tend to clothing, deliver tea and blood…”
“You must be joking! I’m the Martial Emperor of Blue Star!”

Degrienne threw off the blanket in defiance. But the moment her feet touched the ground, the collar yanked tight again, forcing her to collapse to her knees.
Isabella silently stepped forward and presented a black-and-white maid outfit to Degrienne.
Her movements were crisp and fluid. She stated calmly, “Please change into this and begin your maid training.”

Furious, Degrienne slapped the outfit out of her hands.
The black-and-white fabric fluttered to the floor with a soft rustle.
Isabella showed no anger. She simply knelt, picked it up, and dusted it off with meticulous care—even though there was no dust.

Veronica nodded slightly and made a subtle gesture.
In an instant, the maids swarmed forward.
“Get away from me! Don’t touch me—!”

Degrienne’s resistance meant nothing before twelve vampire girls.
Dozens of cold fingers undid her ribbons, tore off the Lolita dress, and slid the maid uniform over her body with practiced ease.
The lace brushing against her skin made her shudder.

When they tightened the ribbon into a bow at her back, she nearly bit through her lip.
“All done~”
The maids stepped back and squealed in delight.

“So cute!”
“Our little Mistress looks perfect in black and white!”
“Like a doll~!”

Degrienne stood frozen, fingers clenched tight around the hem of her skirt.
When they tried to rush forward for a hug, she bared her fangs to intimidate them—
“Grr…!”

—which only drew more squeals of excitement.
Surrounded by these cold-bodied vampire girls, Degrienne could barely breathe.
Veronica clapped lightly, and the maids immediately backed away.

She stepped forward and helped Degrienne up, her fingertips brushing the collar’s clasp as she whispered:
“If you behave, the Mistress will reward you.”
“Who cares!” Degrienne squeezed her eyes shut, tears of humiliation sliding silently down her cheeks.

“Now then, I’ll show you the duties of a maid.”
Veronica released her and turned to the other maids. “Please return to your posts.”
They bowed in unison and quietly filed out.

Only Isabella lingered a moment before stepping back and vanishing into the corner’s shadow, as if she had never been there.
Veronica took Degrienne’s hand and led her slowly through a dim corridor.
Moonlight filtered through stained-glass windows, casting fractured red shadows across the stone floor.

“Each morning, you’ll clean the floor-length windows of the main hall,” the head maid said softly, evenly. “The Mistress despises dust.”
Degrienne lowered her head, silver hair veiling her glittering eyes.
She appeared to listen meekly, but her gaze had already swept across every corner and window—

There was a narrow window by the stairs in the northwest tower; beyond it, the garden wall.
A breeze stirred the tapestry at the end of the east corridor—perhaps a secret passage hidden behind it.
“The kitchen is downstairs. You’ll prepare fresh blood plasma and black tea.”

Veronica pushed open a heavy oak door. Inside, silver utensils gleamed on every shelf. “Remember, the Mistress dislikes blood colder than 38 degrees.”
Degrienne’s gaze flicked across the silver knives—
Too conspicuous. But the vines outside that window… they looked climbable.

As they rounded a corner, she noticed a hidden little door.
Veronica seemed to catch her glance and said, “That’s forbidden. Even we are not allowed inside.”
Degrienne nodded sweetly—but memorized the lock’s shape.

An ancient mechanical lock. Maybe a hairpin could pick it.
“And lastly…”
Veronica paused, her tone suddenly strict. “When delivering wake-up service, you must kneel two steps from the bed.”

Degrienne frowned. “Why?”
“Because the Mistress enjoys a foot massage upon waking.” Veronica explained without emotion. “We kneel by her bedside and serve.”
A foot massage!?

Degrienne’s pupils shrank, humiliation and anger roiling inside her.
That old woman seriously made others kneel and rub her feet?
What twisted fetish!

She cursed silently to herself.
“Come with me.”
Veronica’s voice snapped her back to reality.

They continued down the shadowy corridor until the head maid stopped at the far end.
“This is your room.” She opened a wooden door and motioned Degrienne inside.
It was more spacious than she expected—simple, but comfortable.

A single bed. A wardrobe. An iron-barred window.
Degrienne stood at the threshold, frowning. “Why is my room on the same floor as Catherine’s? Where are yours?”
Veronica smiled faintly. Her voice was even.

“The Mistress’s chambers are on this floor. And you’ll occasionally be required to provide… bedside service. It’s more convenient this way.”
Bedside service!?
Degrienne froze, as though she’d heard something utterly insane.

The bloodkin’s sense of propriety was beyond absurd.
A girl, serving another girl… in bed!?
What, did Catherine think she was some fat old nobleman reincarnated!?

“You may rest for an hour.” Veronica gently closed the door. “Then I’ll return to begin your duties.”
As her footsteps faded, Degrienne finally slumped down onto the bed.
She stared at the maid uniform clinging to her, growing more irritated by the second. She reached to tear off the collar—

“Hhss!”
The spikes drove in immediately, making her eyes well up with pain.
Humiliated and furious, she yanked off the apron and flung it to the floor.

But underneath was only a thin slip—she couldn’t go outside in that.
“Damn it…”
She collapsed onto the bed, silver hair fanning out, crimson eyes fixed on the ceiling.

I have to get out of here…
Her sister’s face floated through her mind—
That little girl who always followed behind, calling her “big brother.” What was she doing now?

Was she still waiting for him to come home?
Her knuckles turned white with strain. Degrienne took a long, shaky breath and forced herself to calm down.
Until she regained enough strength… she had to endure.

An hour passed in a blink.
A soft knock echoed from the door.
“Little Mistress,” came Veronica’s voice through the panel. “It’s time to begin your work.”

Degrienne covered her ears and said nothing.
She wasn’t about to serve Catherine. Pretending to be dead sounded much better.