The Freed Slaves Are Obsessed-Chapter 221: For Elise (6)

Fairies and foxes competing with a shared purpose.

And between them, the witch cunningly gains from their rivalry.

If Narsha had been here, she would have said, “You should be most wary of those who pretend to be indifferent.”

Of course, the two who had just stepped out of their previous world still had much to learn about the real one.

Meanwhile, the believers were thrown into confusion. The faith that had been flowing toward Elise abruptly ceased.

The reason lay with Elise.

Elise, who absorbed the faith of the people, could almost be considered a manifestation of God.

But her body was undeniably human, and half of her was vampire.

Her body, though stronger than an ordinary human’s, couldn’t withstand the overwhelming amount of divine power she was receiving, causing the balance of her body to collapse.

The halo, which had been spinning as if she would ascend, vanished.

“Didn’t I tell you? You’re my daughter and a vampire. Drink blood. If you drink blood, you can punish the monster fox, the elf, and the witch.”

A voice echoed in her mind.

Fresh blood was ready. The candidate nuns most favored by vampires were waiting in the temple.

They were probably chatting away happily by now.

They, too, wished to be Saintesses.

“Drink blood. The blood of a pure girl is sweeter than any blood in the world.”

Yes.

Drink blood.

There was no reason to hesitate now that she had come this far.

She had to return to the temple.

She had to leave this place.

She could not be captured now.

“Ghh...”

“H-How is this possible?”

The believers were taken aback, collapsing as they felt their divine power being forcefully squeezed out.

Elise drained the faith from the believers—not just from those in the Holy Kingdom, but from all believers across the continent.

“Don’t panic. As long as you’re alive, healing is possible.”

“I’m sacrificing for you.”

As Elise spoke to herself, the halo resurfaced in her mind.

This wasn’t a place she could escape easily. But if she could break out, she would find a way.

Elise gathered all her strength and tore a hole in the shadowy barrier with her nails.

A tiny opening—too small for even a child to fit through.

Elise transformed into a small bat and quickly slipped through the gap.

“Do you think you can escape?”

Squeak!

Arpia’s arrow flew and pierced toward Elise, aiming to stop her escape.

The arrow cut through the air, mere inches from Elise, ready to pierce her.

Shk──.

But the fatal strike came from somewhere else, vanishing without a trace.

She had missed the one hundred million ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ points right in front of her.

Arpia squinted her eyes, watching closely.

In the darkness, navy blue light flickered.

There, Mirabel’s Reaper had retracted her scythe.

“Sweetheart? Why are you interrupting? Did you want to bet with your sisters too?”

“Master told me to stop.”

“He did?”

If Karami said to stop, then she had to stop.

It was disappointing to have missed Elise, but Arpia had no intention of lingering on it. She pulled back her Servant.

The enemies, still gathered around the Apostles, struggled to avoid being trapped in the abyss—but that was all they were doing.

Only a few could remain sane in the Eclipse created by Lin. Even with Elise’s power drained, they wouldn’t last long.

Arpia and Lin returned to Karami’s side.

Who had taken down the most clergy?

Just as Arpia and Lin were about to conclude their bet, Lin sniffed the air.

“What’s that smell?”

“There’s a different scent on Master... You’ve been in his arms, haven’t you?”

The scent emanating from Karami’s clothes was unmistakably Mirabel’s.

“What about Mirabel? She said she was scared of the dark, so I held her. I felt sorry for her trembling.”

“Who’s scared of what?”

“Mirabel said she was scared of the dark.”

Lin snorted in disbelief.

She knew Mirabel well.

Mirabel had been the only one to shatter the Eclipse. Heukbi had trembled in the Eclipse’s grip, and even Elise had only escaped when she had the chance.

Of course, Mirabel was under the slave contract, while Lin was not, so there was a difference in their enhanced abilities.

But that didn’t mean Mirabel, the great witch, would be trembling just because it was dark.

“This crafty witch.”

“Why? Didn’t you cling to Master on your way here too?”

“That was when I was a child. The Lin of today doesn’t do such things.”

“Wow, you two really can’t stop scheming. I don’t trust any of you. I shouldn’t let my guard down even for a second. Got it.”

Spending time with Narsha had taught her plenty, but there was still so much left to learn. The world was vast.

“Enough chit-chat. Lin, please undo this barrier.”

Lin dispelled the Eclipse.

The sky no longer showed the blue and red moons, but instead revealed a yellow moon and a dark night sky.

Surrounding the area, priests who had been desperately holding out against the Eclipse were scattered, lying around in exhaustion.

The condition of the Apostles wasn’t much better either.

This was because Elise had absorbed most of the divine power.

Now, only Elise remained.

Mirabel’s magic couldn’t work, but there was still a way.

“Mirabel, is it possible to form a contract through blood?”

“It’s possible. After all, vampires’ blood bonds are standard. However, they maintain an absolute master-servant relationship. They don’t submit to anyone.”

A vampire’s blood bond is when they give their blood to someone, turning them into a subordinate.

It can also work the other way.

This isn’t the same as the blood-sucking act done to feed. It’s when the other party’s blood is consumed, making them the master.

Of course, a proud vampire would never submit to anyone.

“So it’s possible. That’s all I need to know.”

Karami moved toward the temple.

“Everyone, stay here. I’ll go alone to the temple. No one is to enter.”

“You’re going to that dangerous place alone? What if something happens?”

“I’ll take care of that part, so don’t worry about it.”

While the slaves had helped to get them this far, it was no longer their responsibility.

Now, Elise and Karami would have to settle things themselves.

“But...”

The slaves couldn’t hide their uneasy feelings. Still, if they argued, they might anger Karami.

Having been separated from Karami for so long, they couldn’t freely voice their opinions. They hinted at their discomfort, but Karami was firm.

Karami, leaving the slaves behind, turned back and gave a light smile.

“I’ll be back soon.”

With Karami saying this, the slaves could no longer insist. They had to watch their master enter the temple.

Upon entering the temple, Karami found a stark contrast from the outside, where it seemed as if war had erupted. Inside, it was eerily quiet, like a bat had died in the stillness.

A few priests were waiting, but after having their divine power drained, they couldn’t even twitch a finger.

Karami stepped over the bodies lying on the floor.

Karami’s destination was the temple’s sanctuary. The place that had once been holier than anywhere in the world was now stained with blood.

The floor was slick with it, and blood was dripping from the ceiling. The view through the windows was also red.

Elise was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, a blood pool, resembling Mirabel’s portal, was before her. Karami instinctively knew that Elise was inside.

Before entering, Karami looked around as if searching for something and then bent down.

What she picked up was a red ring.

“I should return this to the master.”

Karami took the ring and walked into the blood portal.

The area was filled with blood.

The earth was stained with it, the sky drank it in.

A lily bloomed.

Pure white petals, green stems.

But the white flower rising from the sea of blood was fated to be drenched in it.

The white petals slowly turned red. The stem trembled, its heavy head drooping as if to resist being tainted.

But when Elise’s fingers brushed the petals, the lily couldn’t resist even for a moment, turning completely red.

A sanctuary of blood, seemingly a manifestation of Elise’s inner self.

In the center was Elise, sleeping with a nun candidate.

It was well-known that vampires favored beautiful women. And the younger they were, the fresher their blood was.

The girl, untainted and just beginning to bloom, was the perfect first victim.

Though some might recoil because of the divine power, most vampires favored the blood of priests.

It was an incredible thrill to stain the pure with their own blood.

Regardless of who the victim was, once a vampire’s hunger reached its peak, they would not care.

Just like Elise now.

Elise’s eyes glowed red as she stared at the sleeping girl.

A radiance, like a cursed flower blooming in the darkness.

Two pairs of black wings sprouted from the tail.

Her fangs elongated, optimized to tear through skin and chew through veins.

What she held in her arms was a delicate girl, breathing lightly, peacefully asleep. A fragile being who should be protected under the blessings of God.

But at this moment, what Elise saw was something else.

A lamb.

A lost lamb.

A creature meant to be protected, now lying helplessly under the feet of a predator.

Even though her mouth was tightly shut, sticky saliva leaked from the tip of her tongue. The sweet scent tickled her nose, urging her instincts.

The whispers of restraint were faint, almost gone.

Bite. Tear. Swallow.

The impulse coursed through her, unrelenting.

Elise lifted the girl.

Her face still pure, filled only with untainted faith. As Elise gently moved her hair, the girl’s neck was exposed.

An innocence untouched by anything, perfect in its purity.

Elise ran her fingers over the white skin.

Warm.

Unlike her.

The moment she bit here, the girl would die.

All the repressed urges, the desires shackled under the guise of faith, would burst forth. Every drop would be consumed.

But the girl would see it as a blessing.

To become the nourishment of the beloved Saintess, to become the cornerstone of a new order. That was the most sublime role given by God.

As Elise leaned in, about to sink her fangs into the girl’s neck—

“In the end, slaves are so troublesome.”

The unexpected voice stopped Elise’s movement cold.

Not the prophecy she had so desperately desired, but the voice of a cunning man.

When she turned her head to look, Karami, covered in blood from head to toe, was smiling and walking toward her.

“The moment you bite, you can’t undo it, so just put her down willingly.”