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

Degrienne had changed into a clean dress and was being led into the main hall by Veronica.
Her head hung low, the bite marks on her neck still faintly burning, her legs weak from the stimulation earlier.
The moment she stepped through the door, she saw Catherine sipping red tea with elegance—and seated across from her, a petite girl in a gothic dress.

A black Lolita dress. A blood-red ribbon.
Her slender legs wrapped in lace stockings, and in her ruby-red eyes shimmered a childlike, innocent cruelty.
“So this is Chu Zhao?”

The little girl tilted her head, voice sweet and guileless. “If only they’d let me train him from the start~ So cute.”
Degrienne’s pupils quivered. A surge of memories flooded her mind—
The blood-red dusk. Three Princes attacking from all sides.

This seemingly harmless girl was one of them!
Her delicate brows furrowed. In an instant, she found herself loathing this little brat.
“Flora, watch your tongue.” Catherine sipped her tea. “She is mine now.”

“Yes, yes, I know~”
Flora hopped off the chair. Her feet, wrapped in lace stockings, padded across the carpet as she skipped up to Degrienne. “Still remember me?”
Suddenly, she pinched Degrienne’s cheek. “You’re way cuter like this than when you were that oh-so-mighty Martial Emperor~”

Degrienne slapped her hand away and took half a step back to widen the distance.
That motion sent a dark glint flickering through Flora’s red eyes.
“I’m Flora Lulum~” she chimed.

With a face-splitting grin like flipping a switch, the little girl lifted her skirt and performed a perfect curtsy, her blood-red bow swaying gently with the movement.
Before she could even finish the curtsy, she lunged and seized Degrienne’s wrist. “Come play with me!”
“Let go!” Degrienne yanked her arm back with force, her eyes filled with revulsion.
Flora’s smile froze.

The innocence in her eyes drained away, replaced by a glint of danger. “The toy… isn’t obedient.”
She raised her index finger and tapped Degrienne’s arm—lightly.
Crack.

The sound of shattering bone rang through the room.
Degrienne’s entire right arm fractured like porcelain, a network of hairline cracks blooming across her flesh as blood welled from the tiny splits.
She collapsed to her knees, a muffled groan of pain squeezing from her throat.

“Flora.”
Catherine’s voice turned cold. She flicked her fingers—instantly, a blood-colored thorn vine shot forth, coiling precisely around Flora’s wrist and yanking her away.
The little girl stumbled back several steps, knocking over a porcelain vase behind her.

“In my castle, you will follow the rules.”
Catherine’s crimson eyes narrowed, a long whip flickering in and out of her hand like a phantom. “Misbehave again, and I’ll send you back to your manor.”
Flora pouted, about to protest—until she saw Catherine had already turned away, striding toward Degrienne.

The girl was curled on the floor, pale-faced, her right arm twisted in a grotesque, unnatural angle.
Catherine crouched beside her and gently brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her forehead, her voice softening unexpectedly. “Does it hurt?”
Degrienne turned her face away—but the next second, she was pulled into a warm embrace.

Catherine raised her own wrist and let her fangs pierce into it, pressing the bleeding wound to Degrienne’s lips. “Drink.”
He resisted instinctively, but the moment the metallic scent filled his nose, his throat tightened of its own accord.
The pure blood of a direct bloodline entered her mouth, and her shattered arm instantly glowed red. Flesh and bone began knitting together before the naked eye.

When the final fracture vanished, Catherine’s fingertip brushed across the fresh skin.
The touch made her shudder.
“All better?” Catherine wiped the blood from her lips, her tone still tinged with lingering chill.

A moment later, she appeared beside the wall in a blink, grasping Flora by the neck and lifting her off the floor. “Touch her again…”
Her crimson pupils narrowed slightly. “…and you’ll never set foot in my castle again.”
Flora dangled in midair, her lace-clad legs flailing.

She tilted her head in confusion. “If a toy misbehaves… isn’t it supposed to be broken?”
“Sis Catherine, you’re so weird!”
Degrienne heard Flora’s innocent yet brutal words, and a cold chill crawled down her spine.

Catherine snorted and tossed Flora casually back into her seat.
By the time the two were seated again, Flora had already returned to her sweet smile, as if the earlier outburst had never happened.
She swung her legs cheerfully, then pulled a gift box from beneath her skirt and pushed it toward Degrienne.

“A little present for my new little sister~ And an apology for earlier~ It’s an adventurer’s finger! I pickled it myself!”
Degrienne stared at the box, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.
As the “gift” slid across the silk tablecloth, it left behind a dark red trail.

“Put it away.”
Catherine’s brows arched. “Let’s talk business.”
“The banquet in half a month. What are you preparing?”

Flora pouted and shoved the box back under her skirt. “Don’t mention it. All the toys I’ve caught recently are so fragile…”
She began counting on her fingers, grumbling. “That elven bard from last time broke after only half a day…”
Degrienne stood to the side, a shadow falling over her expression.

She knew exactly what “broken” meant—
Those people and elves Flora captured were probably already torn to pieces.
Tch, bloodkin really were beasts in human skin.

No matter how pretty their appearance, at the core they were still bloodthirsty and cruel.
Catherine chuckled softly, her fingers gently brushing through Degrienne’s hair.
“I’m not worried. With this little one around, this year’s banquet will be very entertaining.”

She narrowed her eyes, voice full of smug superiority. “Have you ever seen a bloodkin that can discharge electricity?”
Flora’s eyes lit ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ up, only to dim a second later. “Sis Catherine, you’re so mean… You’re not even letting me play with such a good toy.”
Degrienne shot her a venomous glare.

She was not a toy!
But in her current state, she didn’t even have the right to argue.
Catherine seemed to sense her mood. She lifted Degrienne’s chin with one finger. “What, upset?”

Degrienne said coldly, “What does your bloodkin banquet have to do with me?”
“Oh, it has everything to do with you,” Catherine’s voice was soft. “You’re my little pet, and when the time comes…”
She leaned close to Degrienne’s ear and whispered, “You’ll put on a very good show for me.”

Flora blinked her ruby eyes, practically sparkling with envy. “Sis Catherine~ Can I borrow little Degrienne for a few days? I promise I’ll take such good care of her!”
“In your dreams.”
Catherine’s smile turned sharp and dangerous. “Try touching her again, and I’ll dismantle your manor piece by piece.”

Flora’s pout deepened. “Stingy…”
She glanced at Degrienne again, then asked curiously, “Is she obedient?”
“Of course.” Catherine lounged lazily in her chair and crooked a finger toward Degrienne. “Come now. Show Flora how well-behaved you are.”

Degrienne didn’t move. She stood frozen, defiant as ever.
Catherine chuckled quietly, murmuring so only the two of them could hear, “If you keep disobeying, I’ll just lend you to Flora for a few days.”
Degrienne’s entire body stiffened, the agony of her shattered arm flashing through her mind.

He bit his lower lip hard—then finally, slowly, knelt.
With trembling hands, he raised Catherine’s outstretched foot.