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

A maid with a butterfly ribbon skipped forward, dropping to one knee before Degrienne.
From the pocket of her lace apron, she carefully took out a blood-red candy and held it up like a treasure offering.
“Little Mistress, want some candy? It’s boiled from the first blood of a sixteen-year-old virgin~ Super sweet~”

“Whoa! Lily, you were hiding something that good?!”
“You told me you didn’t have any last time!”
The other maids immediately swarmed around, chattering noisily—some pretending to snatch it, others stomping in mock anger. Laughter and voices filled the courtyard with cheerful chaos.

Degrienne’s hollow gaze fell on the candy. The crimson glaze glowed with a strange sheen in the moonlight—but it didn’t reflect in her dead, stagnant pupils.
“Little Mistress…”
Lily pouted, disheartened, then suddenly shoved the candy into Degrienne’s mouth.

But those pale lips only moved mechanically, and the candy rolled out, tumbling to the ground where it # Nоvеlight # picked up dirt.
“Ah! I saved up for days to buy that…” Lily picked up the now-filthy candy, her eyes instantly turning red with tears.
At that moment, a pair of twin maids in matching uniforms stepped forward with perfect coordination.

The elder sister gently straightened Degrienne’s disheveled collar while the younger one took out a comb and carefully smoothed her moon-silver hair.
“They say in the human world…” the elder explained as she worked, “prettying up a patient can help them feel better.”
But even after all the careful grooming, Degrienne remained as lifeless as ever. A soulless doll whose lashes never so much as fluttered.

Then four older maids in their twenties stepped in. They moved in perfect harmony—
Two lifted Degrienne’s delicate hands, and two supported her bare feet.
The eldest among them bent first, brushing her tongue across the center of Degrienne’s palm. “Little Mistress, does this feel good?”

“So soft… like fresh-baked soufflé…” the one holding her other hand murmured, unable to resist rubbing her cheek against it.
Meanwhile, the maid kneeling at her feet was the most focused, tracing each toe with reverent precision, like performing some sacred rite.
The night breeze stirred the courtyard, fluttering their skirts like petals in the dark. But no matter how devoted their service, they couldn’t wake their slumbering beauty.
Veronica waved her hand.

The maids bowed in silent relief and withdrew.
The courtyard fell silent again. Only three remained.
Veronica exchanged a glance with Isabella. The latter gave a subtle nod and slipped into the shadows.

Veronica knelt, fingertips gliding over the bruises on Degrienne’s neck.
Her eyes were tender, like water. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
Her thumb brushed trembling lashes. “A thousand years ago, I spilled red tea and got punished too.”

Degrienne’s pupils contracted—
Perfect Veronica… had clumsy moments?
“Back then…”

Veronica took Degrienne’s hand and pressed it to her own cheek. “I was even more pitiful than you.”
Warm skin against her palm—Degrienne’s fingers suddenly twitched.
Veronica caught it instantly.

She pulled Degrienne into an embrace, her uniform faintly scented with irises.
There was no lust in the hug. It was the comfort of a mother holding a child through a nightmare.
“Let it out.”

Veronica whispered, “I’ll count to three and let go. Just us here. No one will see. One…”
Degrienne bit her lip.
“Two…”

Tears fell, staining the maid’s uniform.
“Three…”
Degrienne broke down in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Veronica gently patted her thin back, holding her through every ragged breath until the sobs faded into stuttering gasps.
When she finally let go, she wiped the tears from Degrienne’s eyes as if they had never existed.
Something in Degrienne’s expression finally softened. She no longer looked numb.

But in her misted crimson eyes, sorrow still clung, thick and unshakable.
Veronica sighed inwardly. “Still a long way to go.”
From the shadows, Isabella silently appeared.

She glanced at Veronica, then at the glistening tear-tracks on Degrienne’s cheeks—and instantly understood.
“Thank you,” Veronica bowed lightly.
Isabella said nothing, only gathered Degrienne into her arms. The girl felt weightless, like a feather.

They passed through the ancient halls of the castle and came to a simple, unadorned dormitory at the very end—
Spacious, yet bare.
A narrow bed. An oak wardrobe. Neatly arranged weapons and maid tools on the wall.

No decorations. No clutter. As clean and precise as the maid who lived there.
Degrienne showed no reaction—until Isabella gently laid her down on the bed.
“…Sorry,” Isabella said suddenly, fingers reaching to untie the bow at her throat. “If I hadn’t dragged you back that day…”

“Dragged back”—those two words struck like sparks into dry oil.
Degrienne’s head snapped up. Her crimson eyes blazed with fury!
The black-haired girl continued undressing—corset, apron, lace stockings… until only pure white underwear remained, clinging to a perfectly balanced body.

Moonlight traced the curve of her waist, but couldn’t penetrate those reddish-dark eyes.
She knelt at the bedside and brought her neck close to Degrienne’s lips. “Bite.”
The moment her fangs pierced skin, blood splattered across the pristine sheets.

Degrienne bit down like a mad beast, tearing into her like prey, pinning Isabella down in a pool of blood.
Isabella tilted her head back, letting her collarbone be mangled, skin and flesh torn.
The pain drove her fingers deep into the mattress—but she didn’t make a sound.

Blood dripped from Degrienne’s chin.
Then came a sharp, salty tang—
Tears.

A clear streak slid down from Isabella’s closed eyes.
“You…” Degrienne loosened her jaws, voice hoarse. “Why are you crying?”
Isabella slowly opened her eyes and said, “Because you remind me… of who I used to be.”

She pushed herself up. Blood spread across the sheets like a wilting rose.
“A hundred years ago.”
Her voice was terrifyingly calm. “My father—a vampire count—**ed a human woman.”

“My mother killed herself after giving birth to me. And I…”
“…was nothing but a disgrace.”
Degrienne froze.

“In the count’s castle, everyone said my blood was filthy.” Isabella gave a twisted smile. “But this blood… it’s the only thing my mother left me.”
She spoke of being cast out. Scavenging in trash heaps. Hating all vampires—
Until one rainy night, Catherine reached out her pale hand.

“Lady Catherine is strict, yes…”
Isabella suddenly grabbed Degrienne’s hand and pressed it to her chest. “But she gave me a reason to live.”
Degrienne was stunned by the heartbeat under her palm. But more than that—by her story.

A half-blood… Somehow, the thought brought a strange sense of kinship.
But the moment Catherine was praised, Degrienne wrenched her hand away. “She’s awful! She broke my legs, she—”
“She saved you,” Isabella interrupted, firm. “Just like she saved me.”

Fury erupted in Degrienne. She raised her hand to strike.
But Isabella didn’t dodge. She tilted her face forward—
Smack!

The sharp slap echoed through the room.
Degrienne’s palm stung, and Isabella’s cheek flushed instantly with red.
“You…” Degrienne’s voice caught. “You lunatic…”

Isabella’s face was turned from the blow, but she remained kneeling straight-backed.
A single drop of blood slid from the corner of her lips, landing on the floor.