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

Degrienne lowered her gaze to the loose, oversized garments hanging off her body—
What once had been the battle garb of a teenage Martial Emperor now looked like little more than a rag draped over her petite frame.

The collar hung wide open, revealing a stretch of pale skin.
The sleeves drooped past her hands, and the pant legs dragged along the floor.
She took one step forward—and nearly tripped over the trailing hem.

“Too damn cumbersome…”
She gritted her teeth, tugging at the collar, eyes sweeping toward the wardrobe Catherine had “prepared” for her.
Inside, an array of ornate Gothic dresses hung in impeccable rows:

Corseted lace bodices, flowing satin skirts, belts inlaid with blood-gemstones—each one delicate to the point of suffocation.
Degrienne’s fingers hovered briefly over a dark red Gothic gown, then recoiled as if burned.
“Not a chance…”

She turned her head away in disgust.
Wearing any of these? It’d be like declaring she was Catherine’s little toy—willingly.
She yanked the bedsheet off the mattress and swiftly tore it into long strips.

Scarlet lightning crackled at her fingertips, scorching the edges into sealed hems.
Before long, she had fashioned a crude cloak.
She tied up her silver hair, binding it tightly with scraps of cloth.

“Just wait and see…”
Degrienne tightened the makeshift belt around her waist, crimson eyes brimming with defiance.
“I’ll show you—A Martial Emperor doesn’t surrender that easily.”

Wrapping the cloak around her, she climbed gracefully onto the balcony railing.
The night wind whipped through her silver-white hair, baring a delicate face etched with resolve.
Just as she prepared to leap, her peripheral vision caught something—
“What the…”

Her crimson eyes sharpened. She quickly ducked back.
Dozens of gargoyles silently circled in the night sky beyond the castle’s outer wall.
Their stone-gray wings stretched wide, claws sharp enough to shred steel.

Even more terrifying was the aura they exuded—Degrienne could sense it clearly.
Each one radiated the power of at least Postnatal Tier 7 or 8. Any single one of them could tear her apart effortlessly in her current state.
One of them suddenly turned, blood-red eyes locking directly onto the balcony.

Degrienne shrank deeper into the shadows, her back pressed against the cold wall.
She could feel her heart pounding violently. She bit down hard on her lower lip.
“Catherine…”

She cursed silently, fingernails digging into her palms.
That lunatic had stationed these things here—like she’d already anticipated this escape attempt.
Unwilling to give up, Degrienne peeked again and confirmed it: the gargoyles’ patrol routes covered every potential escape path.

They were like a pack of disciplined hunting hounds, sealing off the entire castle with suffocating precision.
“The balcony’s a dead end…”
She backed into the room again, a flicker of unease in her crimson eyes.

She had to think of something else. Catherine could return at any moment.
Taking a deep breath, Degrienne’s gaze turned to the main door.
If the sky’s not an option, then I’ll just have to gamble on walking out through the front—

Sometimes the most dangerous place is the safest.
She tiptoed to the door, her small hand gripping the cold handle. After a moment of hesitation, she yanked it open.
“And where might you be going, Miss Degrienne?”

A cold voice rang out.
Degrienne froze.
Standing outside was a girl in a black-and-white maid uniform.

She looked to be sixteen or seventeen, with neatly tied black hair and calm, dark red eyes.
She held a silver tray with the poise of nobility.
“Move,” Degrienne said, trying to sound composed, attempting to slip past.

The maid didn’t budge. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly. “You may not go out like this.”
Her gaze swept over Degrienne’s sagging garments. “Lady Catherine would be most displeased.”
Degrienne opened her mouth to argue—then felt it.

A terrifying pressure emanated from the girl—at least Grandmaster Tier 8, maybe even nearing Heaven-Man realm.
Among bloodkin, that level was easily comparable to a marquess. What the hell was someone like that doing playing maid?
Degrienne stared at the girl in shock. Not silver-haired. Her hair was pitch black.

Her eyes weren’t the bright crimson typical of purebloods—only a dark red hue.
Clearly not a pureblood vampire—but still absurdly powerful.
“You…” Degrienne’s voice trembled. “Who are you?”

“Isabella Alice. Lady Catherine’s personal maid.”
The girl dipped into a flawlessly precise curtsy. “Now, please return and change.”
Degrienne’s small hand clenched the doorframe, fingernails nearly gouging into the wood.

She knew she wasn’t this maid’s match. Any rash move would only tighten her chains.
“…Fine.” She ground the words out through clenched teeth and stepped back into the room.
Isabella followed silently, placing ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ the silver tray on the desk. “Your dessert.”

A glass of dark red liquid sat atop it, exuding a cloying, bloody sweetness.
Degrienne turned her head away in disgust. “Take it away.”
“As you wish,” Isabella replied flatly. “But should Lady Catherine return and find you’ve not eaten…”

She let the sentence hang with quiet implication.
After the door clicked shut, Degrienne lashed out, sweeping the glass off the tray.
The dark red liquid splashed across the carpet, spreading its sickly-sweet stench.

She sat at the edge of the bed, crimson eyes burning with frustration.
“Even the damn maid is this strong…” she muttered. Catherine had gone to great lengths.
This castle wasn’t just a prison—it was a gilded cage.

And she wasn’t even a caged bird—no, not anymore.
At best, she was a fledgling with its feathers torn out.
Outside, the blood moon crept to its apex in the sky.

Suddenly, Degrienne sensed a shift in the castle’s atmosphere—
Subtle movement echoed down the once-quiet corridor. Candles flickered despite the absence of wind.
The scent of roses in the air thickened.

“Welcome home, Lady Catherine.”
Isabella’s cool voice echoed from the hall—followed by the light, suffocating sound of approaching footsteps.
Degrienne’s entire body tensed. The pointed ears beneath her silver hair quivered.

She’s back!
The door creaked open, and the hem of a dark red gown swept into view.
Catherine entered, her crimson eyes lazily scanning the room before settling on Degrienne.

“Oh my, my~”
Her crimson lips curled into a chilling smile. “My darling Degrienne… still such a sorry little mess?”
Degrienne forced herself to sit upright, spine rigid.

She couldn’t show weakness—
She was a Martial Emperor of the human race, humanity’s last hope, the one who might surpass the Martial Emperor realm and ascend to godhood on Blue Star!
“What I wear is none of your concern,” she said coldly, her youthful voice hard but unwavering.

Catherine’s eyes narrowed slightly. She walked closer, step by step.
She bent down, her fingertip lifting Degrienne’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
“A disobedient child,” she whispered sweetly, “must be punished~”

Degrienne glared back. “Go ahead and try.”
Catherine chuckled lowly, her fingers trailing down from Degrienne’s chin to her neck, caressing the faint bite mark there.
“So stubborn… But that’s what makes you fun.”

Suddenly, she stood upright and snapped her fingers. “Isabella.”
The maid appeared at the door in eerie silence. “My lady.”
“Bring that corset gown from the wardrobe.”

Catherine’s lips curved with amusement. “Since my little pet won’t choose for herself… I’ll make the decision for her.”
Degrienne froze, instinctively stepping back.