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  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 145

    Chapter 145: A Masterclass in Double Standards

    Bai Ruoxi left the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, heading towards the elegant residence where Ye Lingxuan resided.

    Outside the Jade Glass Palace was a spacious plaza with a lake at its center. A circular path surrounded the lake, dotted with pavilions at regular intervals.

    As Bai Ruoxi emerged from her secluded residence, she saw numerous cultivators strolling along the lakeshore, many of them Dao Companions or fellow disciples.

    After spending several days together, the sect disciples had formed their own social circles. The more exceptional female disciples were pursued by numerous admirers, so this lively scene was hardly surprising.

    Bai Ruoxi followed the path, intending to find Mu Zhi’an’s “good sister” for a friendly chat.

    Just then, a slender figure in purple approached from the opposite direction. Her exquisite embroidered shoes tapped lightly against the ground, and an ancient-looking ring adorned her finger. A gentle smile graced her delicate features, drawing admiring glances from the surrounding disciples.

    The two girls, one aloof and delicate, the other youthful and elegant, presented an impossible choice.

    …This was precisely why Mu Zhi’an had opted for “all of the above.”

    Many disciples within the Jade Glass Palace recognized the two talented girls. After all, they had been the subject of a fierce rivalry among the Peak Masters during the inner disciple selection.

    Furthermore, the Third Prince’s earlier disruption at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony had become common knowledge.

    “Sister Bai, what a coincidence! Where are you headed?” Ye Lingxuan asked, her eyebrows curving into crescents as she met Bai Ruoxi’s gaze.

    Bai Ruoxi was surprised by the unexpected encounter.

    “I was just about to visit you, Lingxuan,” she replied with a gentle smile. “Where are you going?”

    Ye Lingxuan seemed surprised, then smiled sweetly. “What a coincidence! I was just about to visit you as well, Sister Bai.”

    They exchanged surprised glances.

    Spotting a vacant pavilion, they settled down and chatted like close sisters.

    As their conversation flowed, Ye Lingxuan casually asked, “If I’m not mistaken, Sister Bai is currently at the Second Stage of Core Formation?”

    Her posture was impeccable, elegant like a white heron. Her gentle smile and refined demeanor elicited a silent admiration from even the proud Bai Ruoxi.

    Had she been fully developed, the title of “Tianxuan City’s Most Beautiful Woman” might have been a contest between her and Bai Ruoxi.

    Bai Ruoxi nodded. “Yes, Second Stage.”

    She paused, her voice softening with concern. “If I’m not mistaken, Lingxuan, it’s been a while since your last breakthrough?”

    Ye Lingxuan seemed unconcerned, smiling serenely. “Cultivation is a journey, not a race.”

    “On the other hand, Sister Bai, each stage within the Core Formation Realm requires considerable time and effort.”

    She then steered the conversation towards her main point. “Speaking of which, I recently acquired some pills that might be helpful for your cultivation…”

    As she spoke, she retrieved a jade bottle from her storage ring, seemingly unfazed by Bai Ruoxi’s intense gaze.

    However, Bai Ruoxi’s smile vanished, replaced by a slight frown. “Are you referring to Qi Gathering Pills?” she asked, her voice laced with displeasure.

    A vein throbbed on her forehead as she waved her hand, conjuring an identical jade bottle onto the table.

    Ye Lingxuan’s smile faltered, and she tilted her head slightly.

    That sneaky Mu Zhi’an! He gave Qi Gathering Pills to someone else…? She bit her lip, her feigned composure cracking to reveal a hint of jealousy.

    She had been touched by Mu Zhi’an’s careful gesture when he had given her nine Qi Gathering Pills.

    She hadn’t expected him to share them with Bai Ruoxi as well…

    As they sat in awkward silence, a gentle voice interrupted them.

    “Are you two the inner disciples chosen by the Peak Masters?”

    They turned to see a handsome young man approaching. He was clad in a black robe, his demeanor exuding confidence and charisma. His warm smile, illuminated by the afternoon sun, drew the attention of several female disciples.

    Among those disciples, a seemingly unremarkable young man stood out.

    Ye Yu.

    He stared at Luo Yuan, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes.

    If Luo Yuan could distract them for a while, this might be his chance to make a good impression on Ruoxi and Lingxuan!

    Ye Lingxuan whispered to Bai Ruoxi, “His name is Luo Yuan. He was personally chosen by the Peak Master of the Peak of Celestial Secrets.”

    There were only eleven inner disciple slots available: one for each of the Nine Peaks, and two additional slots for the top two peaks from the previous sect competition.

    Luo Yuan was the tenth inner disciple chosen.

    His status, coupled with his handsome appearance, made him a standout among the newly accepted disciples. He had already attracted the attention of numerous female disciples.

    Furthermore, rumor had it that he came from a powerful background and was incredibly generous. Becoming his Dao Companion would ensure a life of luxury and comfort.

    However, such things held no appeal for the two girls.

    They acknowledged the young man with a polite nod, then ignored him.

    Undeterred, Luo Yuan approached their pavilion, his smile bright and friendly. “If I’m not mistaken, you two are the inner disciples of Boundless Sea Peak and Dao Peak?”

    Bai Ruoxi’s demeanor remained aloof. She simply hummed in acknowledgment, then turned to Ye Lingxuan with a smile. “Lingxuan, about what we were discussing… perhaps we should continue this conversation at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony?”

    Ye Lingxuan, quick-witted as ever, understood her meaning immediately. “You’re right, Sister Bai. Let’s go to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.”

    She offered Luo Yuan a polite nod, then rose to leave with Bai Ruoxi.

    “There’s no need to rush,” Luo Yuan interjected. “The Immortal Ascension Ceremony is still a year away, but for cultivators, a year passes in the blink of an eye. We newly accepted disciples should get to know each other and look out for one another.”

    He retrieved a jade bottle from his storage ring, a smile playing on his lips. “Speaking of which, I have two Jade Beauty Pills I recently acquired from Brother Ye. I’d be happy to give them to you.”

    Fifth-Grade Jade Beauty Pills!

    The surrounding disciples gasped.

    Though they couldn’t hear the conversation, they understood the situation.

    Normally, such pills could only be obtained from the Alchemy Pavilion in exchange for sect contribution points earned by completing missions.

    Purchasing them directly with Spirit Stones would cost around thirty thousand per pill. However, their allure was such that even at forty thousand, they would still be in high demand.

    Offering them as gifts… most female disciples wouldn’t be able to resist.

    Ye Yu frowned slightly.

    He hadn’t expected Luo Yuan to use the Jade Beauty Pills he had sold him to woo his sister and Bai Ruoxi.

    If they accepted the pills, they would be indebted to Luo Yuan, opening the door for endless harassment… And with his talent and charm, he might even succeed in winning one of their hearts…

    However, intervening now wouldn’t create a lasting impression.

    I should wait… until they’re truly desperate… Then, my intervention will have the greatest impact… He thought, his gaze fixed on the pavilion.

    Suddenly, a disciple pointed towards the sky. “Look! Is that a Senior Sister or an elder arriving at the Jade Glass Palace?”

    All the residents of the Jade Glass Palace were newly accepted disciples, mostly at the Foundation Establishment Realm, with the exception of Bai Ruoxi and Wei Mengrou.

    Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm couldn’t fly, so it was natural for the disciples to assume the approaching figure was a senior member of the sect.

    Ye Lingxuan and Bai Ruoxi also noticed the approaching figure, but they weren’t interested. They politely declined Luo Yuan’s offer and prepared to leave.

    Just then, a frivolous voice called out from behind them.

    “Where are you two going? Stay and play with me for a while.”

    Ye Lingxuan frowned, her eyes flashing with displeasure at the disrespectful tone.

    Bai Ruoxi also frowned slightly.

    Luo Yuan narrowed his eyes, glancing at the young man approaching them.

    Competition…?

    As the young man reached the two girls, he boldly grabbed their hands.

    Bai Ruoxi’s eyes narrowed dangerously, her hand instinctively reaching for her Bronze Sword.

    However, she turned to see Mu Zhi’an landing gracefully on his black flying sword.

    It was clear that he had used his spiritual energy to alter his voice and tease them.

    Ye Lingxuan also turned, her cheeks flushing slightly as she met his gaze. She didn’t pull away, but she lowered her eyes, acutely aware of the stares from the surrounding disciples.

    A closer look revealed a hint of resentment in her usually calm eyes.

    Hmm… something’s wrong…

    Mu Zhi’an immediately picked up on the resentment in her gaze. As a seasoned “fish farmer,” he knew something was amiss.

    He had just returned from the Book Pavilion and was unaware of what had transpired, but seeing Ye Lingxuan and Bai Ruoxi together… he could guess.

    I wonder who initiated the bragging rights competition… He pondered briefly.

    Their apparent shyness only fueled the envy in the eyes of the surrounding disciples.

    If it were just Bai Ruoxi, it would be one thing. But Mu Zhi’an was clearly aiming for both of them… And they seemed perfectly content with the arrangement. It was infuriating.

    Luo Yuan also frowned, but he maintained his charming smile. “I’ve heard much about you, Young Master Mu. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said, cupping his hands in greeting.

    Mu Zhi’an stared at him, puzzled.

    Who the hell is this guy?

    He noticed Luo Yuan’s lingering glances at Ye Lingxuan and Bai Ruoxi and understood.

    I was gone for a few hours, and someone’s already hitting on my wife and sister?

    “I am Luo Yuan, an inner disciple of the Peak of Celestial Secrets,” the young man introduced himself, sensing Mu Zhi’an’s confusion.

    Mu Zhi’an bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Brother Luo. I’ve heard much about you as well.”

    Seeing his amicable demeanor, Luo Yuan chuckled and transmitted his voice discreetly. “Young Master Mu, aren’t you being a bit greedy? You already have the lovely Miss Bai. Leave some for your brothers.”

    Mu Zhi’an raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, Brother Luo?”

    “Why don’t you introduce me to Miss Ye Lingxuan… Of course, I won’t let you go empty-handed. These two Jade Beauty Pills are yours.”

    Two Jade Beauty Pills, worth a combined seventy to eighty thousand Spirit Stones… Most disciples wouldn’t be able to amass such wealth even after saving for a year or two.

    However, Mu Zhi’an shook his head resolutely, his gaze meeting Luo Yuan’s. “Brother Luo, Lingxuan is my most precious sister. Don’t try to taint our relationship with pills! Even if you offered a hundred thousand, no… even a million or ten million Spirit Stones, I wouldn’t leave her side!”

    He emphasized the word “sister,” subtly reassuring Bai Ruoxi that Ye Lingxuan was nothing more than a sibling, hoping to prevent any potential outbursts.

    His firm refusal touched Ye Lingxuan’s heart. Her initial annoyance with his two-timing faded, replaced by a surge of affection.

    Though she hadn’t heard Luo Yuan’s proposition, Mu Zhi’an’s words made it clear that a deal had been offered, and she was likely the subject of that deal…

    His unwavering loyalty gave her a sense of security.

    Luo Yuan’s face darkened as he watched Mu Zhi’an’s righteous display.

    Not only had he refused, but he had done so openly, embarrassing him in front of the other disciples.

    This Mu Zhi’an… he’s cunning…

    Luo Yuan took a deep breath, then said, “One hundred thousand Spirit Stones.”

    This time, he didn’t bother with discreet transmissions.

    “If you leave now, Young Master Mu, the Spirit Stones and the two Jade Beauty Pills are yours.”

    “You know how valuable Fifth-Grade pills are. You might not even be able to find them at the Alchemy Pavilion.”

    With such wealth, pursuing any girl would be child’s play. However, Luo Yuan knew Mu Zhi’an might not agree… But even a moment of hesitation would be enough to exploit.

    As expected, Mu Zhi’an’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re offering that much?”

    Luo Yuan smiled faintly, about to press his advantage.

    Just then, Mu Zhi’an retrieved a jade bottle from his storage ring. He opened it, revealing its contents to Luo Yuan’s astonished gaze.

    A quick scan with his spiritual sense confirmed that the bottle was filled with Fifth-Grade pills… over thirty of them!

    “These are Fifth-Grade Essence Restoration Pills. Thirty-six of them.”

    Mu Zhi’an placed another bottle on the table. “These are Essence Replenishing Pills. Nine of them.”

    “And these are Jade Beauty Pills. Six of them.”

    “And lastly, Qi Gathering Pills. Forty-five of them.”

    He smiled at Luo Yuan. “I had no idea Fifth-Grade pills were so valuable, Brother Luo.”

    “You seem to like pills so much. I’ll give you ten Fifth-Grade pills and a hundred thousand Spirit Stones. How about you give me your wife?”

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 60

    Chapter 60: The Devil’s Plaything

    “Is it too late to apologize?” Winnie whimpered, her fear reaching new heights as Kailun approached, his arms full of strange tools.

    She just wanted to survive this ordeal with a shred of dignity intact. Being subjected to whatever he had planned in front of Vivian and Phils was simply unbearable.

    “How many times have you asked me that?”

    “Click!”

    He locked the cell door behind him.

    The anti-magic barrier might have suppressed the prisoners’ magic, but it had no effect on Kailun.

    His strength came from his attributes. He could handle a hundred Winnies even without magic.

    He tossed two sets of shackles onto the ground. “Put them on. Or should I help you?”

    Winnie cowered in the corner, hugging her knees, hoping to avoid his attention.

    But Kailun, ever the villain, wasn’t going to let her off so easily. He placed the lit candle on the table. “Play dead and I’ll send assassins to your family. You have five seconds to decide.”

    He didn’t bother counting. He simply stared at her, his gaze unwavering.

    He didn’t care if his methods were considered despicable. He was done with this world. All that mattered now was his own amusement.

    Only those who could entertain him held value. With a few notable exceptions, of course.

    The pressure was suffocating. One look and Winnie knew he was serious.

    [Winnie hates you. She wishes she could kick you to death. Favorability -10. Current favorability: -70.]

    “I’ll do it…”

    Suppressing the urge to wet herself, she knelt and slowly fastened the shackles around her wrists and ankles.

    “Good girl. Now, dance for me.”

    Kailun blew a whistle, his sharp eyes noticing her struggle to hold back.

    How could he, in his infinite kindness, not offer assistance?

    “Mmm!” Winnie bit back a whimper.

    “Dance! I love watching beautiful girls dance in chains. One step out of line and I’ll douse you in hot wax. And then we’ll move on to those other toys. Wouldn’t want them to feel neglected, now would we?”

    He spread his arms, his face a picture of innocence.

    Phils, peering through the glass wall, watched with envy. She wished she could trade places with Winnie.

    Vivian, too, couldn’t tear her gaze away. The flickering candlelight illuminated the scene, allowing her to witness every detail.

    It felt wrong, but she couldn’t help but watch.

    A strange desire bloomed within her. She imagined herself in Kailun’s position, wielding that same power over him.

    Sympathy for Winnie?

    None whatsoever. Having witnessed the Royal Court’s cruelty and indifference, Vivian harbored no illusions about human nature.

    And she had seen Paul’s true colors. What kind of person would fall for someone like him?

    Winnie had dared to defy Kailun? The fool. Didn’t she understand the concept of “a guest in another’s house”? She was practically begging to be tormented.

    Kailun’s methods were quite intriguing. Worth studying, she decided.

    With a student’s eagerness, she watched, her eyes wide with fascination.

    “Clink, clink!”

    Under his watchful gaze, Winnie began to dance, her movements slow and awkward as she struggled to maintain her composure.

    Lacking musical accompaniment, Kailun provided his own, whistling a jaunty tune.

    [Winnie’s favorability continues to decrease…]

    [Winnie’s favorability continues to decrease…]

    [Winnie’s favorability continues to decrease…]

    By the end of the dance, her favorability had plummeted to -85.

    He had to hand it to her. She was putting up a good fight, for a prideful noble lady.

    Kailun clapped his hands, bored. “Good effort. I’ll let you off the hook this time. But next time you insult me, I’ll record our little session and send it to Paul for his viewing pleasure.”

    He left the cell, locking the door behind him.

    “The key! Can you at least unlock these shackles?” Winnie pleaded, her voice trembling.

    She was about to lose control. Even with Vivian and Phils watching, she couldn’t hold it any longer.

    “Key? What key? Didn’t you notice? Those are specially designed spring locks. They’ll unlock automatically in about ten hours. No need to worry. Now, if you’ll excuse me. Bye-bye!”

    As he turned away, Winnie caught a glimpse of his triumphant smirk.

    “That bastard!” This time, she only dared curse him in her mind.

    “Wait for me! Aren’t you going to interrogate me?” Phils unlocked her own cell door with the key Kailun had given her and hurried after him.

    “I never said that. You’re just projecting your fantasies.”

    “Can’t you at least indulge me? I’m just curious! I promise I won’t enjoy it too much.”

    “No.”

    “You’re so mean! If it were me, I wouldn’t have held back. You could have seen everything you wanted.”

    “…You’re something else, Phils.”

    Their voices faded as they walked away.

    “Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything wrong! Why…” Winnie broke down, tears streaming down her face.

    And then it happened. The dam broke. Warmth spread through her clothes, soaking her skirt and thighs. Her humiliation was complete.

    “Click!”

    Startled, she looked down. The shackles had unfastened, falling to the ground with a soft thud.

    He had tricked her again! The shackles were timed! And she had… she had wet herself because of her own fear and despair!

    He had orchestrated everything, manipulating her every move. His understanding of the human psyche was terrifying.

    Winnie sobbed even louder.

    “He’s a monster! I hope my sister never falls into his clutches… no, scratch that. I hope she does fall for him! It’s her fault I’m being tormented like this! But I’m not like that fool Winnie! I still have a trump card!”

    Vivian’s eyes gleamed as she retrieved a hidden vial.

    It was the poison the princess had planned to use at the Second Prince’s banquet. Vivian had stolen a small dose, along with the antidote. Enough for two.

    In her excitement, she failed to notice that the antidote vial’s seal had been tampered with.

    “Find yourself a room. I have business to attend to tonight. No time for games.” Kailun dismissed Phils with a wave of his hand.

    He had a busy night ahead of him, maximizing Ella’s potential.

    The thought of her unique talent brought a smile to his lips.

    Naturally seductive, was she?

    He couldn’t wait to put that to the test.

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 59

    Chapter 59: As a Villain, I Seek Pleasure

    Vivian pretended not to hear, her eyes glued to the biography in her hands. Winnie, however, lowered her head in shame.

    Phils, in her usual bubbly manner, remained oblivious. She skipped over to Winnie’s cell and peered through the bars. “Why are you locked up? Did you do something bad? Wow, this dungeon is so authentic! It’s exactly like I imagined! Don’t you think this dark, damp, and dilapidated cell has a certain charm?”

    “Pfft!” Winnie almost choked on her own saliva.

    If only Phils knew what she had endured.

    No food, no water, not even a proper toilet.

    How could she, a noble lady, relieve herself in a bucket in front of everyone? The thought of squatting over two rotting planks of wood was unbearable.

    The urge to explode was almost overwhelming. One wrong move and she would have an accident.

    “If you like it so much, why don’t you try it yourself?” Winnie forced a smile.

    “Really? I can stay in a room like this?” Phils turned to Kailun, her eyes sparkling with hope.

    “You can take the cell next to Winnie’s. Since you’re acquainted, get to know each other better.” Kailun retrieved a key from his pocket and handed it to Phils, taking the food box from her in return.

    “Thanks! We’ll definitely become good friends!”

    Phils snatched the key and practically skipped over to the cell, unlocking the door and switching on the magical lights inside.

    A moment later, her disappointed voice echoed through the dungeon. “Aw, it’s actually quite nice! I was hoping for the same authentic experience as Winnie!”

    Winnie’s gaze shot towards the neighboring cell. Through the transparent glass wall, illuminated by bright magical lights, she saw Phils’s luxurious accommodations.

    Winnie: “???”

    Why was Phils’s cell as lavish as the little princess’s? And why was she complaining?

    Was she insane?

    A wave of emotions washed over Winnie: jealousy, resentment, envy.

    “Um… could I perhaps switch rooms?” she asked Kailun, her voice small.

    “My, my. Aren’t you full of pride? Now you’re begging?” He placed a food box inside Vivian’s cell, then crouched down in front of Winnie’s.

    “I’m sorry! I was wrong! Please forgive me! I shouldn’t have insulted you!” Winnie clutched her stomach, desperate to alleviate the pressure building within.

    If not for her dire situation, she would never lower herself to begging this devil for anything.

    “Apologies are meaningless. Otherwise, what use would villains be? Besides, isn’t it common courtesy to apologize with your chest exposed? Why haven’t you done that yet?” Kailun raised an eyebrow, enjoying her discomfort.

    His words shattered the last vestiges of her composure.

    “You’re despicable! Aren’t you afraid of shaming the Grand Duke? I’m your fiancée! How dare you treat me like this!”

    “What a shame Paul isn’t here to witness this. Hearing you acknowledge our engagement would have made him so happy.” Kailun opened the food box and pushed it towards her. “Eat up. A nutritious meal prepared specially for my dear fiancée.”

    Mentioning Paul only fueled her anger. “Paul would never force a woman into marriage! He wouldn’t lock innocent people in a dungeon, and he would never lay a hand on a princess! You’re a monster! Disloyal, unrighteous, heartless!”

    [Winnie’s hatred towards you intensifies. Current favorability: -60.]

    Silence descended upon the dungeon. Even Phils, eager for Kailun’s attention, wouldn’t dare provoke him. She knew better than to cross a line.

    Only after interacting with him did she realize how terrifying he truly was. His cunning, ruthlessness, and ambition dwarfed the princess’s. His efficiency and decisiveness had captivated her.

    Just because she had been confined to the manor didn’t mean she was unaware of the power shifts happening in the city. Phils was no fool.

    Kailun had a soft spot for intelligent people who knew when to switch sides.

    But for stubborn fools like Winnie… well, he could only apologize. He was determined to reach -100 favorability with her.

    He met her gaze, a chilling smile playing on his lips. “You’re right. Paul is a good person. He has many admirable qualities.”

    Winnie stared at him in disbelief. Why was he praising Paul?

    “To secure his position as the top student, he convinced his sister to steal the Forbidden Scroll from the academy. Such dedication to his studies! To cover up the theft, he kept his sister’s disappearance a secret, leaving her vulnerable to those who would exploit her. What rationality! To protect himself, he watched as his aunt suffered, content to observe from a safe distance. What intelligence! To repay his debts, he colluded with his father to sell his sister for two thousand gold coins. What business acumen! To gain favor with influential figures, he sold his…”

    “Stop it! Stop it! I don’t want to hear anymore!” Winnie covered her ears, her worldview crumbling.

    Was this Paul’s true nature? He sounded even worse than Kailun!

    “Aw, but I’m not finished yet. There’s so much more to tell.” Kailun’s smile widened. “You’re blind to the truth. That’s why you ended up as a pawn, discarded and left to die. Consider this a reality check. You’ll thank me later. Although, judging by your current attitude, you’ll probably rot in this cell forever.”

    He turned to leave, but just as Winnie thought he was gone, he returned, his arms laden with strange and unsettling objects.

    Terror gripped her heart. “W-what are you doing? Don’t even think about it! The princess is right next door!”

    “That just makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?”

    He lit a white candle. In the flickering candlelight, his smile seemed even more sinister.

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 58

    Chapter 58: Phils’s Self-Guided Tour

    “So she sent spies? She doesn’t trust me at all. Come, let’s go greet our guests.” Kailun flicked Phils’s forehead again and started walking.

    She rubbed her head, a small yelp escaping her lips, before rushing after him and looping her arm around his. When she wanted to be, Phils could be incredibly alluring.

    The location was a valley east of the Royal City, shaped like the Chinese character for “field.” Two roads intersected at the center, dividing it into four quadrants.

    The valley’s sides were bare slopes, unsuitable for ambushes.

    This meant the two roads and the exits were crucial. On the surface, Princess Hilna, with her superior forces, held the advantage.

    They reached the center of the valley and spotted Shirley, leading a group of soldiers. She was meticulously inspecting every nook and cranny, searching for hidden mechanisms or magic formations.

    “Shirley, fancy meeting you here. Checking so thoroughly? Don’t you trust me?” Kailun approached within ten meters, his confidence stemming from Roden’s presence.

    “I’m merely ensuring the princess’s safety. Please don’t interfere with our work,” Shirley replied coldly.

    Even the princess was no match for Kailun. Knowing her place, she had no desire for a confrontation.

    “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of it. I’m just here to… prepare the venue. Don’t mind me.”

    He snapped his fingers. A hundred men carrying large crates appeared behind him.

    “Fill the valley with these. Make it beautiful.”

    The men opened the crates, revealing their contents: Sunset Flowers.

    Sunset Flowers were peculiar plants. Pitch black, they didn’t rely on sunlight. Instead, they absorbed minuscule amounts of magic from the air.

    Brewed into tea, they offered a negligible magic recovery effect. Not exactly a precious flower.

    But weren’t they a tad too ominous for a wedding?

    Shirley couldn’t decipher his intentions. She decided to withdraw to avoid further conflict, but she planned to return for another inspection once Kailun left.

    “Kailun, why the flowers?” Phils asked after Shirley and her men were gone.

    “You’ll find out the day after tomorrow.” He wasn’t ready to reveal his hand just yet.

    The flowers weren’t meant for the princess. They were a gift for the Second Prince and the High Priest.

    Remember the poison they had been infected with?

    While potent, it was possible for someone like Harry to temporarily suppress it. Kailun’s goal was to exacerbate its effects.

    After a day of exposure to sunlight, Sunset Flowers emitted a peculiar fragrance. Harmless to ordinary people, it triggered a volatile reaction in those infected with the poison.

    Once Lodis was dealt with, Hilna would be easy prey.

    And once his plan reached fruition, he would lock both princesses in the same cell for a double kill.

    “Come, keep me company. It’s still early. I’ll take you home to choose your room later.”

    He led her to a large boulder, spread a blanket, and gestured for her to sit with her legs outstretched.

    Resting his head on her lap, he nuzzled his forehead against her stomach. “Wake me up when Roden and the others are done. Preferably by licking my ear.”

    Phils nodded eagerly.

    Lying on the same boulder where he had died in his past life, Kailun felt strangely at peace. Drowsiness washed over him, and soon he was fast asleep.

    Once she was sure he was out cold, Phils let her curiosity get the better of her. She gently stroked his hair, then carefully pinched his nose. The thrill of messing with the “big bad villain” was exhilarating.

    This power, this control, was as intoxicating as being controlled by him.

    It was a thrilling new discovery, a perfect blend of excitement and satisfaction.

    If she woke him up, she would be punished, and that was exciting.

    If he remained asleep, she could continue her exploration, which was equally thrilling.

    [Phils has kissed your cheek. Favorability +5.]

    [Phils has touched your abs. Favorability +5.]

    [Phils has squeezed your… sensitive area. Favorability +5.]

    “Kailun, wake up. It’s getting late. We should head back.”

    Phils gently nibbled on his earlobe, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear.

    Kailun stirred, a wave of annoyance washing over him. He nuzzled her thigh, but his eyes snapped open when he saw the notifications from the system.

    Kailun: “!!!”

    He had taken a nap, and somehow Phils had single-handedly raised her favorability rating to eighty? Even free labor didn’t yield results this quickly!

    He scrolled through the notifications, each one more ridiculous than the last. She had taken advantage of him while he slept?

    Unacceptable. It seemed tonight she would be getting her wish: a one-way ticket to his dungeon.

    “Did you do anything… strange while I was asleep?” he asked casually, wiping his slightly damp face with his sleeve.

    “N-no! Of course not! If I had, I’d gladly accept any punishment you see fit!” Phils blushed, her voice firm despite her flustered state.

    “Very well. I’ll believe you… for now.” He glanced at the waiting carriages. “Let’s go home. I need to feed a certain someone after dinner.”

    He stretched and started walking, leaving Phils to scramble after him. She quickly caught up and slipped her hand into his.

    They walked side by side, their shadows lengthening as the sun began to set.

    Back at the manor, they had dinner. To further lower Ella’s favorability, Kailun made her eat from a small bowl placed by his feet.

    As expected, her favorability plummeted to -90. With tonight’s activities, he might even reach -100.

    Not that it mattered much. Ella’s true worth lay in her business acumen, not her combat prowess.

    After dinner, he handed Phils two food boxes and led her to the dungeon.

    Her eyes widened as she recognized the prisoners. “Princess Vivian? Miss Winnie? What are you doing here?”

    Vivian: “…”

    Winnie: “…”

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 57

    Chapter 57: Revisiting the Past

    “Now that tonight’s sleeping arrangements are settled, let’s talk business. Even if your family status is just a dog, you still need to work. We don’t keep idle hands in this house,” Kailun declared, fixing his gaze on Ella.

    Of course, if the “idle hands” belonged to an exceptionally beautiful vase, he wouldn’t mind keeping it around to hold milk.

    “Mmm…” Ella moaned softly. Kailun’s hand was exploring the soft skin of her stomach.

    The slit in her cheongsam proved convenient, allowing him access to do as he pleased.

    He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. She lacked a certain something. He decided Ella would look even better with a slave mark like Anna’s.

    “In the next two days, I’ll arrange for you to establish a trading company. You’ll be in charge of all major trade operations. Our partners will include not just human nations, but also those from the Abyss. I’ll discuss the details with you tonight. For now, just focus on setting things up. I’ll provide ample funding.”

    He absently tapped her navel with his finger.

    He acknowledged Ella’s business acumen. She could manage a trading company with exceptional efficiency, even without direct involvement.

    However, her methods of exploiting commoners were ruthless. Thankfully, with him overseeing things, she wouldn’t be able to act so heartlessly.

    Having experienced the hardships of the lower class firsthand, Kailun understood the limits of exploitation. Even with absolute power, there was always a breaking point.

    Improving their basic living conditions, ensuring their survival, was a small but crucial part of his plan.

    He wasn’t a saint. He was simply laying the foundation for stability and consolidating power. It might require significant financial investment, but fortunately, the nobles of the Xiya Kingdom were swimming in wealth.

    Wool came from sheep. Kailun, a firm believer in this principle, wouldn’t spend a single copper coin of his own.

    Once the kingdom was stabilized, he had even more ambitious and ruthless plans. Let’s just say certain nobles and neighboring kingdoms were in for a rough time.

    “The Abyss? We’re trading with the Abyss? But aren’t they all demons?” Ella shuddered at the mention of the Abyss, momentarily forgetting about Kailun’s hand on her stomach.

    “I’ve made some discoveries while studying the Forbidden Scroll. They might not be as terrifying as the rumors suggest. Certain magic requires dragon teeth and harpy wings as ingredients. They’re more like… ferocious prey.” Anna, deep in thought, recalled the knowledge she had gleaned from the Scroll.

    “It’s complicated. We’ll discuss it tonight. For now, just focus on two things.” Kailun tugged playfully on her collar. “First, prepare for the trading company’s launch. Learn about our future operations. Second, be a good girl and follow Anna’s lead tonight. She’ll teach you how to… grow.”

    Ella: “…”

    Escape was futile. She was going to be tainted.

    “What about me?” Anna piped up.

    “Continue teaching Carol magic. She’s our trump card,” Kailun said seriously.

    Despite her extraordinary talent, Carol, starting from scratch, still needed time to learn. Anna, for now, would suffice as her teacher.

    “Okay…” Anna’s voice was tinged with disappointment. She couldn’t explain why she felt this way.

    “Three days have already passed. Time flies.” Kailun stretched, a satisfied smile on his face. Everything was proceeding smoothly. He had never felt so content.

    [Phils’s favorability towards you has decreased due to your neglect.]

    [Phils is strangely excited by your neglect play. Favorability increased. Current favorability: 50.]

    Kailun: “…”

    As expected of Phils. Her favorability increased even when he ignored her. He had to hand it to her.

    He had initially considered tormenting her, but that wouldn’t lower her favorability. It would only excite her, which was the opposite of what he wanted.

    When it came to being twisted, Phils was in a league of her own.

    In public, she was a graceful and elegant noble lady. But behind closed doors, she was a complete deviant.

    “Alright. I’ll take Phils on a trip down memory lane this afternoon.”

    He made up his mind. It was a shame Afra had left so early. He had wanted to entrust her with his three knight trainees.

    “Master, your milk is ready.” Carol approached, holding a cup of steaming milk.

    “Come, let me feed you.” He led Carol to a nearby seat.

    Carol: “???”

    After a sumptuous lunch, Kailun rode his carriage to Phils’s residence to pick her up.

    She was practically vibrating with excitement during the ride, her lips parting several times as if about to speak.

    “Just ask if you have questions.” He paused, letting his next words sink in. “But don’t expect me to answer.”

    Phils pouted. “How mean! I’m a key figure in your plans involving the princess. Is this how you treat valuable assets?”

    “First of all, you’re no longer useful. The princess’s current tool is the little princess.” He looked at the beautiful girl beside him, her purple eyes sparkling with mischief.

    “To both me and the princess, you’re insignificant. She doesn’t care about you, and I can do without you. You no longer hold any sway in this game.”

    “So I’ve been used and discarded?” she asked, feigning sadness.

    “Not quite. I haven’t even laid a finger on you.”

    She wasn’t offended by his teasing. “You’re just trying to make me feel better. I knew I was indispensable.”

    “If you were just a little bit normal…”

    “So there’s no chance of me becoming your queen?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

    “Don’t be ridiculous. You have four options: tool, slave, pet kitten, or prisoner. Take your pick.” He ran his fingers up and down her stocking-clad leg.

    “Will the prisoner be subjected to your… interrogation methods?” Her eyes gleamed with anticipation.

    Ever since meeting Kailun, Phils felt like her true nature had awakened. Strange and exciting thoughts filled her mind.

    “Yes, but you’ll have to wait your turn.”

    She frowned. “How many are ahead of me?”

    He traced three lines on her stockings with his fingernail. “You’re currently third. And there are a few more potential candidates.”

    Unable to contain herself any longer, she shifted in her seat, her skirt riding up as she rubbed her legs together, the rustling of silk music to her ears.

    Maintaining a semblance of composure, she declared, “If I can’t be your queen, then I’d rather be your prisoner!”

    “Very well. Then I shall grant your wish… to be my pet kitten.” He flicked her forehead playfully and stepped out of the carriage. They had arrived at their destination.

    “Wait! Let’s discuss this!” Phils scrambled after him, clutching his arm in a desperate attempt to change his mind.

    But as she looked up at him, she realized his gaze wasn’t on her.

    “This is where it all ends. The culmination of all my regrets.” He stared at the valley before him, his voice heavy with emotion. He placed his hand on her head. “And you, Phils, were the start of those regrets. The beginning of the story.”

    This was the site of his final battle, the place where he had been beheaded.

    He could still vividly recall Paul’s triumphant laughter, the cruel smirk on his face.

    Phils shivered, fear gripping her heart. She was afraid of him in this state, afraid he might snap her neck on a whim.

    [The thrill of potential danger sends shivers down Phils’s spine. Favorability +5. Current favorability: 55.]

    Kailun: “…”

    His somber mood evaporated. He should have known.

    He shook his head, regaining his composure. “Every story has a beginning and an end. This is merely the stage for the final act. But don’t worry. Be a good girl and I won’t hurt you.”

    Perhaps it was because she represented the beginning of it all that he was willing to share these thoughts with her.

    Secretly, Phils wished he would hurt her, just a little. She could handle a little pain.

    “Master Kailun, we’ve detected the princess’s forces nearby. What are your orders?” Roden reported.

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 56

    Chapter 56: Auntie’s Plight

    “If you care about me so much, why not stay the night?” Kailun countered, wrapping his arm around her slender waist. Afra had removed her light armor, allowing him to feel her warmth and softness.

    She stiffened slightly at his touch but didn’t pull away.

    She had always been bad at dealing with him, bad at refusing him.

    It felt wrong to be so physically close to her younger brother, yet a part of her craved more intimacy.

    Perhaps she truly saw him as a brother, which made these feelings feel slightly taboo.

    Little did she know that the “younger brother” holding her waist wasn’t just content with teasing his older sister. He wanted to conquer her completely.

    “I can’t. I need to oversee the arriving troops. There can’t be any mishaps until your plan is complete,” Afra said, shaking her head.

    Her concern for his safety was unwavering.

    Kailun sighed and rested his head against her soft bosom. “I knew you’d say that. But you can’t refuse me after two days. Even if I ask you to wear something strange, to strike a strange pose… you can’t refuse.”

    “I understand.” Afra nodded.

    She gently stroked his hair, her fingers threading through the strands. “Now, tell me your plan. Or I’ll get angry.”

    Kailun nuzzled his face deeper, enjoying the sensation of her ample bosom enveloping him. “Fine, fine. Here’s what I’m thinking…”

    Don’t misunderstand. He was simply trying to prevent eavesdroppers, not getting lost in the blissful sensation.

    After listening to his audacious plan, Afra pondered for a long moment. “It’s bold. And incredibly dangerous. If the Divine Church purges us, we won’t have the strength to resist.”

    “The Divine Church doesn’t have time for us right now. This is our best opportunity. All eyes are on the Xiya Kingdom. They can’t use certain tactics to maintain their righteous image. As long as we remain neutral, we have temporary immunity.”

    Kailun scoffed, recalling the Church’s hypocrisy. “The Divine Church might appear mighty, but their foundations are riddled with internal strife. No one does infighting better than humans.”

    In his past life, Hilna had successfully threatened Harry with the antidote, forcing him to use the Church’s influence to brand Kailun’s family as traitors.

    He held no goodwill towards the Divine Church. He wanted to see them desecrated, and what better way to do that than to corrupt their Saintess and Empress?

    It was worth noting that the so-called Divine Church was actually two separate entities: the Divine Empire and the Holy Church. However, they were often collectively referred to as the Divine Church.

    The Empire and the Church were two sides of the same coin. The former was the world’s most powerful empire, while the latter was the most widespread religious institution. They resided at the world’s center, controlling its most valuable resources.

    Their lineage was intertwined. The Emperor would marry the Pope, and the princes born from their union would often wed the Church’s chosen Saintesses.

    These matters were of little concern to Kailun for now. He only needed to know that they were all his enemies.

    Interestingly, the current Emperor and Pope were both women, making their union impossible.

    The public only knew of the Empress, unaware of the female Pope’s existence. The latter was shrouded in secrecy. If not for a foolish Saint’s slip of the tongue in his past life, few would have known this shocking truth.

    And this secret could breed dangerous ambitions within the Church.

    In a way, Kailun was grateful to the Divine Church. If not for their betrayal and the “traitor” label, he wouldn’t have met the foolish Fox Spirit in his past life.

    He used to believe in the inherent untrustworthiness of different races. But after experiencing betrayal firsthand, he no longer cared.

    He wasn’t a good person. He was the villain.

    In the end, strength was all that mattered in this world.

    Thinking of the “leeks” he was nurturing and the final boss residing in his manor, Kailun felt like he had already won half the battle.

    The remaining half? Well, that was simply a matter of expanding his dungeon until it reached the Divine Church’s throne.

    “You’ve changed. I can’t quite place it. But I know you’re still Kailun.” Afra looked at him, a hint of pride in her eyes.

    “Do you hate the me I’ve become, Sister Afra?” he asked.

    She considered his question, then gently pushed him away. “Yes, I do. I wouldn’t hate you so much if you hadn’t bitten me.”

    She shot him a cold glare, drawing attention to the wet spot on her clothes.

    [Afra doesn’t understand her own feelings. Favorability +1. Current favorability: 91.]

    Kailun was immensely pleased. In his past life, Afra had died because of him, her body never recovered. It was a pain he carried with him.

    To have her care for him in this life, even while maintaining her aloof facade, was a delightful torment.

    He admitted he was slightly twisted, but only towards Afra. If the little princess dared to look at him with disdain, he would gladly lash her face with a whip.

    “I’m returning to my troops. Take care of yourself. And lastly… no flirting with other women. No brothels.”

    Leaving him with these words, Afra hurried away, clutching her chest.

    Her steps might have been steady, but Kailun noticed her hastened pace. It seemed her emotions weren’t as cold as her expression.

    Turning back, he found Anna and Ella huddled together, sharing their woes.

    “That despicable Paul! And Jones! How could they treat you like that? They’re monsters!” Ella fumed.

    “Poor Auntie. If it weren’t for my father, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Now we’re both slaves, one way or another.” Anna sighed.

    “Waaah… We’re so pitiful. Isn’t there a kind soul who can rescue us from this demon? I’ll be their loyal servant in my next life!” Ella wailed.

    “Sob… I can’t escape anymore. I’ve already been corrupted. I’m tainted.” Anna buried her face in her hands.

    Carol, watching them with wide, innocent eyes, didn’t know what to say.

    Was Master truly that bad?

    He was the kindest person she knew. Weren’t they suffering the consequences of their own actions?

    “Carol, go make me a cup of warm milk. Freshly made, please.” Kailun patted her head.

    “Yes, Master. Right away!” Carol scurried off.

    With Carol gone, Kailun squeezed himself between the two women, his arms encircling them. “I heard someone mention needing a hero to defeat a demon. Do you think I’d be a good fit?”

    Ella paled. “I… I didn’t say anything! You must have misheard!”

    “Me neither! It was Auntie!” Anna chimed in.

    Ella froze. Had she misheard? Did her niece just throw her under the bus?

    She still hadn’t grasped the full extent of being “corrupted by Kailun.” Anna was already completely subservient to him.

    “So there’s only one villain here? Excellent. Anna, you’ve done well by reporting this. As a reward, tonight, you can pin her down during our… activities.” Kailun landed a kiss on Anna’s blushing lips.

    “Okay…” she mumbled, her face flushed.

    Ella: “?!!”

    [For some reason, Anna’s favorability has increased. Favorability +10. Current favorability: 40.]

    Glancing at her favorability rating, Kailun concluded that Anna was already halfway gone.

    “Can we reschedule? I… I’m…” Ella stammered, searching for an excuse. But Kailun cut her off.

    He looked at her, his eyes filled with amusement. “Are you on your period?”

    “Y-yes! That’s right!” She clung to his arm, forcing a smile.

    “Even better!” Kailun exclaimed. “Then you and Anna can both serve me tonight.”

    Ella: “…”

    She was convinced that Kailun was a special kind of pervert.

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 55

    Chapter 55: I Only Care About You

    **Border, Kate Family Territory, A Spacious Room Housing a War Map**

    “A three-pronged attack? What kind of military strategy is that? Has Kailun gone mad?”

    Grand Duke Kuhl scrutinized the troop deployments on the war map, his face a mask of disbelief.

    This wasn’t warfare, it was gambling with their lives.

    He pointed at the three separate routes. “Sending the Silver Moon Knights to reinforce the Royal City makes sense, prioritizing our son’s safety is paramount. But deploying another Knight Order to attack Duke Stamp? That’s pushing it. Sure, the old codger’s defenses are weak, but one Knight Order can’t conquer his territory.”

    He shifted his finger to another route, addressing his wife, the Duchess. “Attacking Stamp was already insane enough, but you know what? He wants me to attack the Rose Queen’s Eternal Fortress!”

    He thumped the table, his head throbbing.

    “That’s the Eternal Fortress! An impenetrable bastion that has never been conquered! It’s strategically positioned, naturally fortified, and bristling with magic cannons. He claims I can take it with just one war legion and one mage legion? I must have been possessed to even consider it! A fortress of that caliber is impossible to capture unless they miraculously withdraw most of their troops and remove half their cannons!”

    The Grand Duke understood the significance of the Eternal Fortress. Located on the border between their territories, it gave the Rose Queen a strategic advantage, forcing the Kate family into a defensive position.

    Capturing it would secure their rear and greatly benefit their territory.

    Fortunately, the Grand Duke was a capable defender. Even the aggressive Rose Queen hadn’t found a way to breach their defenses.

    “But what if he’s right?” the Duchess suggested cautiously. “His previous intel was accurate. If not for his cleverness, we might have been wiped out by the Royal Family.”

    “Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

    The Grand Duke waved his hand dismissively. “There’s no way both Stamp and the Eternal Fortress are vulnerable at the same time. Even if the fortress’s defenses are weakened, the Rose Queen wouldn’t remove her cannons!”

    He believed in magic, but this was too far-fetched. Such a coincidence was simply unbelievable.

    “What if our son is right?” the Duchess countered.

    “If he’s right…” Grand Duke Kuhl paused, a thought striking him. “Then I’ll consent to his marriage with Afra. He always wanted to marry her when they were children. I used to worry he wasn’t good enough for her. But if he truly possesses such capabilities, then why not?”

    Afra, the captain of the Silver Moon Knights, was an orphan adopted by the Kate family. Having grown up alongside Kailun, she was like an elder sister to him.

    The Grand Duke and Duchess treated her as their own daughter.

    Afra genuinely cared for Kailun as a younger brother, but she never knew how to refuse his requests.

    “I don’t think you need to give your consent,” the Duchess murmured.

    “Report!”

    A disheveled man in black barged into the room, interrupting their conversation.

    He knelt on one knee, his voice urgent. “My lords, our spies have discovered that the Rose Queen is secretly mobilizing troops to the north and east, preparing to attack neighboring kingdoms. The Eternal Fortress has partially dismantled and transported its magic cannons, leaving it vulnerable. We’ve confirmed Duke Stamp’s troop movements. His defenses are less than thirty percent of their usual strength.”

    “Is this information reliable?”

    The Grand Duke’s hand trembled. He almost slapped himself. This felt like a dream. Could such an improbable scenario be true?

    The man pounded his fist against his chest. “The information has been verified multiple times. If it’s false, I and my entire family are willing to forfeit our lives as proof of our loyalty!”

    “The Shadow Walker unit has served us well. Rest well. You will be rewarded with a thousand gold upon the capture of the Eternal Fortress. If the opportunity arises, I will grant you a noble title.”

    The Grand Duke, his spirits soaring, helped the man to his feet.

    He promised a reward he could deliver. As for the title, that depended on whether Kailun could successfully seize control of the Royal City.

    Once the man limped out of the room, the Grand Duke turned to his wife. “Since the information is accurate, we’ll launch a simultaneous attack on the Eternal Fortress and Stamp’s territory tomorrow morning, as he planned. But there’s something I can’t shake off.”

    “What is it?”

    “Is that boy really our son?”

    The Duchess: “???”

    **Royal City, Kailun’s Manor, The Courtyard**

    Leading Ella into the courtyard, Kailun spotted Afra practicing her swordsmanship. Anna was teaching Carol the basics of magic. The elegant courtyard, graced by the presence of several beautiful girls, seemed even more enchanting.

    As they entered, all eyes turned towards them.

    Afra frowned in confusion. Anna gasped in astonishment. Carol tilted her head, bewildered.

    Ella, clad in her revealing attire, kept her legs tightly together, her head lowered. The humiliation of being exposed in public, especially in front of her niece, amplified her shame.

    She had lost all hope.

    “Kailun, have you been learning bad habits from those nobles?” Afra approached, her sword still in hand.

    For some reason, she felt a pang of displeasure at the sight of Kailun with an unfamiliar, alluring woman.

    “Sister Afra, she’s my enemy,” Kailun explained.

    “An enemy? Why not just kill her?” Afra glanced at her sword, then at Ella. Her icy stare sent chills down Ella’s spine.

    Knowing Afra’s nature, Kailun knew how to handle her. He placed his hand under Ella’s chin. “Ella is actually quite obedient, aren’t you?”

    Ella sensed a malice even greater than Afra’s emanating from Kailun’s wicked smile.

    But for the sake of her life, she obediently rested her chin on his hand and whimpered, “Woof woof~”

    [Ella feels utterly humiliated. She vows to take revenge if she ever gets the chance… but then she remembers her hopeless situation. Favorability -3. Current favorability: -85.]

    Seeing Ella’s pitiful state, Afra, in a moment of uncharacteristic softness, reached out and patted her head. “You’re well-behaved. We can keep her.”

    Listening to their conversation, Ella felt like she had stumbled into a family of devils.

    What had she done to deserve this? Why did she have to cross paths with Kailun?

    Having addressed Ella’s presence, Kailun handed the leash to Afra. He gestured towards a stunned Anna. “I’m sure you have a lot to talk about with your niece. I’ll leave you to it.”

    “Slap!”

    He gave Ella’s backside a playful pat, sending ripples across her curves.

    “Mmm!” Ella gasped, her body tingling as she instinctively arched her back.

    She shuffled towards Anna, her steps heavy under her niece’s peculiar gaze.

    That bastard Kailun! Not only did he humiliate her, but he also orchestrated this public shaming in front of her niece! How cruel!

    Afra didn’t comment on his behavior. She approached him and straightened his slightly disheveled collar, her voice soft. “Tell me about your plan. You know I only care about you.”

  • As a villain, I just want them to behave 54

    Chapter 54: The Princess Begins to Doubt Herself

    “He invited us to his wedding? The day after tomorrow? And he invited Hilna as well?”

    Lodis stared at the list of names, his brow furrowed. “And he left the banquet last night without participating in any of the… festivities. I’m starting to think he’s sided with Hilna.”

    “I doubt it.”

    Harry voiced his doubts. “Don’t forget, Hilna has already tried to eliminate him several times. She even sent her knights to attack his manor this morning. And Kailun left the city this morning and returned with a caravan of a thousand people. I think he has something bigger planned.”

    Lodis considered Harry’s analysis and recalled certain details. “We underestimated him. I never thought Kailun would be a factor in this power struggle. He’s always seemed so ordinary. Could he have been hiding his true abilities all along?”

    His gaze fell upon the wedding venue listed on the invitation. His eyes narrowed. This was originally a conflict between him and Hilna, but Kailun’s emergence had introduced a new variable.

    “Should we really keep delaying? The longer this drags on, the more uneasy I feel. After Hilna’s stunt today, our forces have been weakened. If she launches another attack, we’ll be forced to flee the Royal City.”

    “Your Highness, are you familiar with the Abyss?” Harry decided to reveal some information to calm him down.

    “Of course. What about it? Are they causing trouble again?”

    “It’s not just trouble. It’s an all-out war. The Abyss has bared its fangs. We’re on the brink of a decisive battle. The Divine Church has been suppressing them for centuries, but we haven’t been able to eliminate them completely. It’s because of this threat that we’ve been expanding our influence and consolidating human forces.”

    “Tch, I hate dealing with these troublesome matters. And this is your mess, isn’t it? Why should the entire human race bear the burden? You’ve profited greatly from hunting Abyssal creatures over the years. Just thinking about those dragon hearts and elven slaves makes me envious. And now that you’ve messed up and triggered a war, you’re dragging us into it. How inconsiderate.”

    Lodis tapped the table impatiently. The Divine Church’s greed was no secret among the higher-ups.

    Only someone with a close relationship with Harry, like Lodis, could speak so frankly. Anyone else would have been blasted to ashes by now.

    Besides, Harry still needed Lodis’s support, so he always treated him with respect.

    “That’s not entirely fair. Banishing those races to the Abyss was a collective effort of the entire human race. The Divine Church simply gained more from that war. The Abyssal races hate all humans, not just the Divine Church. Anyone who refuses to contribute now is a traitor to humanity!”

    “Tch! You’re just good at labeling people. ‘Traitor to humanity,’ really?”

    Lodis scoffed, but the idea of labeling someone sparked a thought. “What if we label Hilna a traitor to humanity?”

    Harry was taken aback, then nodded slowly. “That’s actually a viable strategy. Once the Divine Church brands her a traitor, it will be difficult for her to compete for the throne. We can also label the Grand Duke a traitor, but that can wait. Hilna is the more immediate threat.”

    Confronting both the Grand Duke and Hilna simultaneously would be unwise, especially with Kailun’s unpredictable nature.

    “Not bad. So, the Divine Church is useful after all, despite its selfishness.” Lodis chuckled, patting Harry’s shoulder. “I’m feeling better now. Let’s have another party tonight!”

    “What if we get poisoned again?”

    “Hmph! This time, we’ll play a game called ‘body inspection.’ I don’t believe anyone can trick me again. Once these matters are settled, I’ll personally apologize to the Loya Ballroom.”

    He snorted. If not for the Loya Ballroom’s valuable intelligence network, he would have already sent troops to demand an explanation.

    Of course, the main reason was that he couldn’t bear to part with those alluring women.

    “Your Highness, Kailun has sent an invitation. He’s getting married the day after tomorrow and wants us to attend.”

    Shirley presented the black invitation to Hilna upon her return to the palace.

    “Married? To whom? I wasn’t aware of this.” Hilna, her mood slightly calmer, sipped her tea.

    “The invitation doesn’t say. The bride’s name is blank. And the names of the invitees are written in red, as if to imply something.”

    Shirley placed the invitation on the table.

    “He’s invited not only me and Vivian but also Anderson and Kostja. It feels like he’s planning to settle scores.”

    Hilna’s anxiety returned as she examined the list of names.

    She couldn’t understand Kailun’s motives. And the venue he had chosen was strange. On the surface, she held the advantage.

    “Your Highness, should we decline? I have a bad feeling about this.”

    Shirley’s hand rested on her sword, her expression serious. Too many things had gone wrong in the past few days. Every plan involving Kailun had failed.

    “We’ll neither accept nor decline for now. We still have time before the day after tomorrow. We need to prepare thoroughly. This afternoon, please send someone to investigate the venue listed on the invitation. Be careful and report back immediately if you find anything unusual.”

    Hilna tucked the invitation away safely.

    She dismissed Shirley and then, after adjusting her attire, headed towards the king’s chambers. The royal physician had informed her that the king only had a day or two left to live.

    If she couldn’t resolve the current crisis within that time, the entire Xiya Kingdom might descend into chaos.

    Internal threats from the Grand Duke and the Second Prince, external threats from neighboring kingdoms and the lurking Abyss… Hilna, having played almost all her cards, began to doubt her ability to rule.

    However, the thought of the Grand Duke’s territory bordering the neighboring kingdom reassured her. At least when it came to border security, the Grand Duke was trustworthy. He had defended their borders for years without losing an inch of territory.

    The neighboring kingdom’s Iron Queen was a formidable figure. Although only a few years older than Hilna, she had transformed her kingdom into a powerful and prosperous nation, capable of expansion.

    Hilna wasn’t confident in her ability to defend against a full-scale invasion.

    She looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with weariness and uncertainty.

    “If only Kailun didn’t exist. This world would be a much better place…”

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 80

    Chapter 80: The Vampire Kiss of Fealty

    Adele was unaware of the brewing conflict between Hermione and Dorothy. She simply had a feeling, a gut instinct, that Dorothy’s “surprise” involved Hermione.

    It would explain Hermione’s unexpected visit on Friday night, her uncharacteristic behavior. Something major must have happened, or was about to happen, to make Hermione act so out of character.

    And her abrupt departure the next morning… it all pointed to a single conclusion.

    Hermione, the Ice Queen, and Dorothy, the Vampire Princess, were about to clash.

    But to confirm her suspicions, Adele needed to go to the training ground.

    She abandoned her messy desk, her textbooks left open, and hurried out of the classroom, her pink eyes filled with anxiety.

    Even in her haste, she was a vision of grace, her slender legs carrying her swiftly down the hallway, her blue skirt swirling around her.

    Tang Linlang followed Adele to the door, her hand reaching out as if to stop her, to ask what was wrong, to offer her assistance…

    But she hesitated, perhaps sensing the urgency in Adele’s movements, and let her go, her hand falling to her side.

    She wished Adele would run towards her with the same fervor…

    ………………

    The primary function of Chromwell Academy was to *filter*.

    Like a sieve, it separated the strong from the weak, the loyal from the rebellious, guiding each student towards their rightful place within the vampire hierarchy.

    It was the unspoken purpose of most vampire academies.

    And the ranking battles were a particularly effective method of identifying the most promising individuals. They were held regularly for second and third-year students, while the first-years observed from the sidelines.

    The fourth-years, having already matured and chosen their paths, were exempt from this brutal assessment.

    It was a chance to prove oneself, to earn recognition, to secure valuable resources. Some students relished the opportunity, eager to make a name for themselves, to defy expectations, to overcome the limitations of their bloodlines and conquer those of higher rank.

    There had been instances where lower-ranking vampires had triumphed over their superiors, shocking the audience and earning the admiration of their peers.

    The academy seemed to encourage such upsets. It was a very human concept, after all: anyone could rise to the top, regardless of their origins. Unlike the vampires, who clung to their rigid bloodline hierarchy.

    But more often than not, the ranking battles simply reinforced the existing power structure, the higher-ranking vampires crushing their inferiors without mercy.

    At the training ground, the Student Council and the Black Feather Society maintained a clear division, each organization responsible for overseeing their designated areas. But at the boundary between their territories, the animosity between the two factions was palpable.

    On one side, the Student Council, representing the humans. On the other, the Black Feather Society, representing the vampires.

    It was a rivalry that had plagued the academy for years, a headache for the administration. But if harnessed correctly, it could also be a powerful motivator, pushing both organizations to excel.

    Today, unfortunately, the Student Council president was absent. As a third-year student, she was more interested in missions than in petty squabbles for rank. She was a woman of action, a no-nonsense leader who inspired her followers with her unwavering determination.

    Under her influence, the Student Council had developed a reputation for efficiency and ruthlessness.

    The Black Feather Society, led by the enigmatic Lady Edith, was known for its cunning and brutality.

    At this moment, Lady Edith sat perched on a raised platform, her gaze cold and calculating as she surveyed the “ants” below. It was teatime, and a selection of delicate pastries and a steaming cup of Darjeeling tea were arranged before her on a silver tray.

    Lady Edith was known as the “Black Veil Lady” due to the black veil she wore constantly, covering the lower half of her face, leaving only her piercing purple eyes visible.

    Some whispered that her beauty rivaled that of Hermione and Dorothy, while others claimed she was a hideous monster, her face disfigured beyond recognition.

    But Lady Edith didn’t care about rumors. She let people talk. Just as she would let them bleed if they dared to speak ill of her behind her back.

    Freedom of speech had its limits.

    Today, however, Lady Edith’s mood was unusually bright. The woman she loathed, the one who had humiliated her, was nowhere to be seen.

    And she had heard a particularly interesting rumor.

    Dorothy and Hermione, once friends, were now enemies.

    Could anything be more entertaining?

    Lady Edith had canceled all her other engagements to witness this spectacle.

    Besides, regardless of who won, it would weaken one of the academy’s major factions.

    Currently, there were three main power blocs within the academy. The Student Council, led by Li Tumi, comprised mostly of human elites, with a few token vampires.

    Then there was the Black Feather Society, Lady Edith’s domain.

    And finally… well, it wasn’t exactly an organization, more like a loose alliance of Sequence Ones led by Dorothy. Hermione, the Amaterasu twins, the one who had dropped out… and, oh yes, Sharon.

    Lady Edith often forgot about Sharon. The girl was so weak, so insignificant. She would obey anyone who gave her an order, even fetching water for the Sequence Threes. It was a waste of her noble bloodline, really.

    Sharon was already seated in the audience, far from the action. Lady Edith spotted her, and Sharon, as if sensing her gaze, immediately lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the floor.

    She was dressed in a simple white shirt and pants, her pale skin almost translucent, her slender frame looking fragile and easily breakable. Her messy silver-grey hair obscured her eyes, making her look like a frightened creature, peeking out from behind a curtain of silver.

    Lady Edith’s lips curved into a smile, hidden behind her black veil.

    But her attention was quickly drawn to a more captivating figure.

    Dorothy, the Vampire Princess, resplendent in a crimson and black gothic gown, a black lace choker adorning her slender neck.

    She held a bouquet of blue roses, their fragrance intoxicating, her boots clicking against the floor with each graceful step, a rhythm that echoed in the hearts of those around her, quickening their pulse.

    She seemed annoyed by her early arrival, her pink lips pouting slightly. But no one would dare to call the princess “cute”, even though it was the most fitting description.

    Lady Edith despised humans, which was why she had made the Black Feather Society exclusive to vampires. But her feelings towards Dorothy were more complex.

    Dorothy’s royal status meant that she would never bow to anyone. Lady Edith, despite her desire to recruit talented individuals, would never be able to sway Dorothy to join her organization. It would be a pointless endeavor, a surefire way to undermine her own authority.

    Dorothy was a force of nature, a power Lady Edith could never control.

    Some even claimed that Dorothy, even alone, was a force to be reckoned with, a third faction within the academy.

    Hermione, the twins… they were merely ornaments, enhancing Dorothy’s already formidable power.

    Many believed that Hermione, with her mastery of elemental magic, would prevail in this conflict.

    But Lady Edith had a different opinion. She was certain that Dorothy would win, or at the very least, wouldn’t lose.

    She set down her teacup, her lips curving into a smile. She descended the platform, her movements graceful and fluid, and approached Dorothy, bowing respectfully.

    Dorothy extended her hand, her expression impassive.

    Lady Edith took it, her touch reverent, and pressed a kiss to Dorothy’s pinky finger, a gesture of fealty.

    The vampire kiss of fealty. The location of the kiss carried specific meaning. A kiss on the ring finger, for example, symbolized a romantic relationship.

    Rumor had it that the human tradition of wearing wedding rings on the ring finger originated from this ancient vampire custom.

    “Congratulations on your victory,” Lady Edith said, her voice laced with amusement.

    Dorothy, however, ignored her. Her gaze was fixed on the entrance to the training ground.

    A girl stood there, panting slightly, her cheeks flushed, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

    Adele.

    She had arrived just in time.

    And she had witnessed the exchange between Lady Edith and Dorothy, her eyes widening in surprise.

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 79

    Chapter 79: Celeste’s Thigh Garter

    Noontime slipped away as quickly as it had arrived.

    Adele woke up in her soft bed, stretching languidly with a contented sigh. “Mmm…” she murmured, the sheer comfort almost bringing tears to her eyes.

    Sharon hadn’t visited her dreams, nor had she returned to the apartment.

    But Adele wasn’t concerned with the whereabouts of the Sequence Ones. She had her own problems to deal with.

    She stumbled downstairs, her throat parched. A glass of water, however, did little to quench her thirst.

    “…”

    She opened the mini-fridge, a standard feature in all vampire dorms, and pulled out a blood pack. It was a low-quality one, intended for Sequence Fives like herself, the bottom of the barrel.

    Adele frowned at the murky liquid sloshing around inside the translucent pouch. With a haughty sniff, she tossed it back into the fridge.

    Then, she grabbed her phone and sent a message to Celeste.

    Adele: *Bring me a better quality blood pack when you come to school this afternoon. Fresh, if possible.*

    By now, Adele had fully embraced her vampire identity. Blood was a necessity, a vital part of her existence. Half-vampires might be more tolerant of thirst than purebloods, but they couldn’t survive without it.

    Celeste’s response was immediate, her voice eager and breathless.

    Celeste: *Of course, Adele! Anything else you need?*

    Adele: *Anything else? Hmm… wear a thigh garter. Gotta boost my attack speed.*

    Celeste: *…*

    Confused but determined to please her master, Celeste hurried over to her closet, searching for a thigh garter. If she couldn’t find one, she would simply buy one on her way to school.

    Adele’s wishes were her commands.

    ………………

    Outside the classroom, a lone figure stood in the hallway, her delicate features framed by a cascade of blue silk, her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink, her beauty enhanced by the warm sunlight streaming through the windows.

    She was waiting for someone. It was obvious.

    When a voluptuous girl with long, golden hair finally arrived, panting slightly from her hurried pace, the blue-clad girl’s face lit up with a smile. But the smile quickly faded, replaced by a playful frown.

    “You’re late, silly dog,” she chided.

    Celeste simply grinned, her heart filled with a secret joy. She had caught the fleeting glimpse of genuine happiness in her master’s eyes before Adele had schooled her features into a more neutral expression.

    Without offering any excuses for her tardiness, Celeste presented Adele with a blood pack, chilled to perfection in her car’s mini-fridge.

    Adele’s gaze, however, was drawn to the black thigh garter adorning Celeste’s leg, just above her knee, a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, pale skin beneath the sheer black stockings.

    She hummed in approval, taking the blood pack from Celeste and draining it in a few long gulps.

    Then, her brow furrowed, and she looked at Celeste with surprise. If she had been paying closer attention, she would have noticed the slight pallor of Celeste’s complexion from the start.

    “Celeste, is this your…?”

    Celeste simply smiled shyly, her silence speaking volumes.

    Adele’s gaze softened, and she reached out, stroking Celeste’s hair.

    “Good girl.”

    It was clear that Celeste had sacrificed her own blood to fulfill Adele’s request for freshness. It was a selfless act, one that placed an additional burden on Celeste’s already weakened body.

    Adele remembered tasting Celeste’s “deliciousness” just a few days ago.

    But for Celeste, her own discomfort was irrelevant. As long as she could please her master, her heart was content.

    And strangely enough, the chastity curse didn’t activate when Adele touched Celeste’s hair.

    It wasn’t that the curse had malfunctioned. Adele realized that her touch had been purely affectionate, devoid of any lustful intent.

    The chastity curse, true to its name, only reacted to physical contact that was fueled by desire.

    To test her theory, Adele let her gaze drift lower, towards the thigh garter. The moment her eyes landed on it, a jolt of pain shot through her lower abdomen, traveling down her legs like an electric shock.

    “Eep!” she yelped, jerking her hand back, her shoulders trembling.

    “Master!” Celeste cried, her concern overriding her usual caution. She had forgotten to address Adele formally.

    Thankfully, they were alone in the hallway.

    But even if Adele punished her later for her slip-up, Celeste wouldn’t regret it.

    “Don’t… don’t come any closer,” Adele said, her voice breathless. “I’m fine.”

    She clutched her chest, her heart pounding, her breathing ragged. She was anything but fine.

    But she couldn’t let Celeste know about the curse. She didn’t want Celeste, who had finally given up on her rivalry with Hermione, to start a new one with Dorothy.

    All her efforts would be wasted.

    Besides, Celeste… was her precious dog. She would be heartbroken.

    “…I’m going back to class,” Adele said, forcing a smile. “I’ll talk to you later, Celeste.”

    “Master…”

    “We talked about this. That’s for private… Ugh!”

    Adele stomped her foot, pretending to be annoyed, and hurried back to her classroom.

    Celeste was truly a handful. But punishing her… it felt wrong.

    Who else in this world was as devoted to her as Celeste?

    Back in the classroom, Adele was immediately greeted by Tang Linlang’s concerned gaze. Was it Adele’s imagination, or had Linlang been crying? Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her expression was resolute.

    Adele offered a cheerful greeting, and Linlang’s mood visibly improved.

    Adele had finished the blood pack in the hallway. She didn’t want to reveal her “vampire” side to Tang Linlang. Besides, deep down, she still considered herself more human than vampire.

    As she settled back into her seat, the bell rang, signaling the start of the next class.

    And it was during that class that the homeroom teacher made a surprise announcement. The rest of the day would be dedicated to observing the “ranking battles” at the training ground.

    The ranking battles were a major event for upperclassmen, a way to assess their abilities, to determine their place within the hierarchy, and to allocate resources accordingly.

    Adele frowned. She remembered Dorothy’s request, her insistence that Adele meet her at the training ground. And the strange smile that had played on Dorothy’s lips…

    A sense of foreboding settled over Adele.