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

Catherine carried Degrienne down the corridor, her palm smacking lightly—but audibly—against her buttocks.
Smack.

“What a good girl~ Mommy’s precious little darling.”
Degrienne clenched her silver teeth, her cheeks burning red.
To be cradled like this—humiliated in the arms of a vampire whose hands were drenched in human blood—yet unable to even struggle...

All she could manage was a few choked whimpers caught in her throat.
“Hmm?” Catherine leaned down and nuzzled the top of her head. “Is my little kitten being clingy?”
The dissatisfied grumbling in her throat only sounded like the purring of a contented kitten to her, prompting Catherine to massage Degrienne’s waist again, twice, as if savoring the feel.

Inside the main hall.
Fourteen maids stood in perfect formation, waiting.
Upon their arrival, they bowed in unison. “Mistress. Little Mistress.”

“Pick one,” Catherine said.
She placed Degrienne onto a tall-backed chair, then lazily reclined against its side. “Someone to accompany you on your little trip into the city.”
Degrienne gripped the hem of her dress tightly.

Companion? More like a spy!
Turning her face away in defiance, she muttered, “...I don’t need one.”
“Then I’ll just have to personally—”

“Isabella!” Degrienne blurted out, cutting her off.
Better to choose that silent, expressionless personal maid than risk being chained to Catherine the entire time.
She’d considered Veronica at first, but that head maid would undoubtedly report her every breath and movement.

Isabella stepped half a pace forward from the line. Her dark red, near-brown eyes remained utterly placid. “As you command.”
Catherine smiled meaningfully. “Not a bad choice~”
Suddenly, she pinched Degrienne’s chin.
“But… if you’re not back before sunrise…”

Her tongue slowly slid across Degrienne’s cheek. “I’ll string Isabella up in the dungeon and whip her for three days straight.”
Degrienne froze.
Isabella didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink—her face void of expression, as though the threat hadn’t been about her at all.

“Go on, then.”
Catherine abruptly released her and gave her a light push. “Enjoy your free time~”
Degrienne stumbled two steps forward and followed after Isabella—her first truly unshackled step beyond the castle gates.

The chill of Twilight Forest greeted her like a slap, laced with the clean scent of wet grass and foliage.
“This entire forest is territory of the Blood Clan Empire,” Isabella said, pointing into the distance. “Roughly several hundred thousand square kilometers.”
Degrienne did the mental math—roughly the size of a province back on Blue Star.

“What about the population?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Around a hundred thousand,” Isabella replied. Her black hair whipped in the wind. “Bloodkin have difficulty reproducing, but in terms of individual power…”
She paused. “We rank among the strongest on the Arcana Continent.”

Degrienne silently committed the intelligence to memory. In her mind, plans for rebellion were already beginning to take shape.
But then—she remembered the 【Desire Point System】.
If she really did escape… without Catherine’s “training,” wouldn’t her cultivation stagnate forever?

That thought made her hesitate for a step.
Then she gritted her teeth and pressed forward.
Escape comes first!

“Up ahead is Twilight City.”
Isabella gestured toward a distant cluster of spires barely visible between the trees. “Permanent population: three thousand. The largest bloodkin settlement in the area.”
When the city finally emerged in full, Degrienne couldn’t help frowning.

Uniform Gothic spires. Jet-black walls. The entire place radiated a sinister gloom.
“Why didn’t Catherine come?” she suddenly asked.
Isabella didn’t pause. “Her Ladyship has important matters today.”

“What kind of matters?”
Isabella stared silently toward the city. A flicker of emotion passed through her deep red eyes—one Degrienne couldn’t read.
It was a long time before she finally spoke again. “You’d be better off not knowing…”

Before she could press further, the city gates loomed before them.
And Degrienne’s question was swallowed by the sudden wave of noise—
The moment they passed through the heavy iron gates, the world seemed to explode with life.

Twilight City’s streets were vibrant—like something out of an otherworld anime.
Stone buildings packed closely together, crimson lanterns hanging from pointed roofs, and both sides of the street lined with stalls selling exotic goods: blood crystals, moonlight ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) herbs, and more.
“Hah. What a bunch of beasts,” Degrienne scoffed. “They’ve seen all of Blue Star’s technology during the invasion, yet their own city still looks like the damn Middle Ages.”

Isabella followed half a step behind her, silent—like a shadow.
As they continued deeper into the city, more and more eyes turned toward them.
Conversations stopped mid-sentence. Blood-red pupils gleamed in admiration.

The silver-haired girl was simply too eye-catching.
Hair like woven moonlight. Skin like porcelain, almost translucent.
A petite figure wrapped in black Gothic lace—every step like a heel driven into their hearts.

“So beautiful…”
“A noble’s new pet, maybe?”
The whispers grew louder. At first, Degrienne felt herself floating—strangely pleased.

But then, she caught herself with a jolt.
I’m Chu Zhao!
Once revered as a Martial Emperor by sheer strength alone—and now she was… flattered? Just because people ogled her lolita appearance?

“These damn vampires…” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Are they all into little girls!?”
Isabella answered calmly, “Legend says most of the True Ancestors were small in stature. So…”
“Wait a sec!” Degrienne spun around. “Are you saying vampires are all pedo freaks!?”

Isabella said nothing.
“Tch.” Degrienne scanned the street, teeth clenched. “Back on Blue Star, they’d all be executed by firing squad—for ten whole minutes!”
She tugged irritably at her lace skirt. “And Catherine, too… If she hadn’t turned me into a kid-sized body, I might not be this pissed right now…”

Just as she said it, the sound of clashing chains echoed from a nearby alley.
Degrienne narrowed her eyes.
A dozen or so humans and elves huddled inside metal cages, shackles glowing faintly as they suppressed any hint of magic.

Most looked to be seventeen or eighteen—but every gaze was vacant.
One elven girl had even had one of her ears crudely sliced in half.
Lightning surged to Degrienne’s fingertips.

“This way, little lady.” A gaunt middle-aged bloodkin stepped in front of her. “If you’re buying blood slaves, the virgin price—”
“Buying?”
Degrienne kicked the nearest cage with a bang, thunder cracking as the chains snapped like thread. “I’ll dismantle this slave den myself!”

The vendor’s face twisted. A Postnatal Tier Seven aura burst from his body. “Looking for death!”
With a clawed hand, he lunged straight for her chest.
BOOM!

Degrienne didn’t even flinch. Her right arm, wrapped in crimson lightning, met his strike head-on.
The shockwave knocked over three nearby stalls. The vendor staggered back three steps, smoke rising from his charred palm.
“Miss Degrienne,” Isabella began, ready to intervene.

“Don’t interfere!”
Degrienne shook her off, lightning gathering in her left hand. “Can’t beat Catherine—guess you’ll have to do!”
The vendor suddenly grinned, crazed. From his sleeve, three poisoned silver needles shot toward her face.

Degrienne tilted her head with a scoff. The needles zipped past, embedding themselves in the wall behind her.
“That’s it?” she sneered.
She Flashstepped.

In an instant, she was in front of him—her thunder-wreathed fist slammed straight into his gut.
The vendor vomited blood, sent flying through the air, crashing through three cages before stopping.
She didn’t let up.

Lightning snapped and cracked, forming into a crimson whip that lashed him again and again—every strike soaked with the humiliation and fury she’d swallowed for days.
The whip rained down like a storm. Flesh split. Blood flew. His screams tore through the street.
“Like selling humans?”

She stomped on his knee with a sickening crunch. Bone shattered.
As if every torment she’d suffered under Catherine’s hand was being exorcised through this body.
“Like watching people’s eyes go dead?”

She grabbed his hair and yanked his head toward the cages, forcing him to look at the numb, broken slaves. Lightning hissed at her fingertips. “Now it’s your turn.”
The final arc of thunder fell.
The vendor collapsed, unconscious.

Panting, Degrienne shook the numbness from her wrist and turned to face the cages.
“You’re free now.”
With a sweep of her hand, lightning burst from her palm. Every lock snapped open at once.

“Run!”
But the humans and elves only cowered, trembling. A few even instinctively curled deeper into the cages.
Their eyes were empty—but the fear ran deep.

Escape? Escape where?
More and more bloodkin gathered around, whispering.
“She actually dared touch Marquis Raven’s property…”

“This is gonna be good…”
Suddenly, the crowd parted like a wave.
A haughty male voice rang out.

“Out of my way, you dogs! I wanna see which blind bitch decided to stir up trouble in my city!”
A young bloodkin strode forward, dressed in lavish noble garb. The family crest on his chest—Raven—glinted like a blade of gold.