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Time rewinds to last night.
High in the sky, Arcueid held the unconscious Fang Li, who had fallen into another coma. She slowly descended and landed in the mall of a cut-off skyscraper.
"Cough... Cough...!"
As soon as they landed, Fang Li, cradled in Arcueid's arms, began coughing up blood again. His body went limp and collapsed as Arcueid, who was also exhausted, gently supported him and allowed him to lie on the ground.
His complexion was incredibly pale.
Seeing Fang Li in such a state, Arcueid's charming face also turned pale.
"Wake up..."
Arcueid sat limply in front of Fang Li like a helpless little girl, gently nudging him.
"Wake up..."
"Wake up..."
"I'm begging you, wake up..."
The White Princess continued to gently push Fang Li.
Just like a little girl desperately trying to wake up her grandparents who would never wake up again - feeling helpless and powerless.
She looked incredibly pitiful.
And on Arcueid's face was an expression of utter bewilderment.
For a princess as pure as a blank sheet of paper, the stabbing pain in her heart at that moment felt unfamiliar and almost suffocating.
Arcueid had experienced this feeling only once before.
Eight hundred years ago, after being deceived by Roa, she had gone on a rampage, slaughtering all the relatives around her. When she regained consciousness and saw the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood around her, the feeling she had then was just like now.
So, Arcueid lost and at a loss, looked at Fang Li, who lay before her covered in blood. She asked cautiously, as if afraid of the answer.
"Are you going to die?"
Of course, no one could answer this question.
As a result, Arcueid's puzzled expression remained as she watched Fang Li's breathing grow weaker and weaker.
Until a voice broke the silence.
"What a shocking sight."
With that remark, a young girl dressed in religious robes descended from the sky and landed in front of Arcueid.
Seeing Arcueid staring at her blankly, so helpless it was pitiful, Ciel showed no sympathy whatsoever and spoke.
"If I'm not mistaken, the White Princess who scares everyone should be colder, more emotionless, not even uttering a single word, just eliminating her targets like a natural disaster."
"But what is this state you're in now? Aren't you far too shameful?"
Ciel's sharp question elicited no reaction from Arcueid.
Arcueid simply held on to Fang Li, her crimson eyes filled with unprecedented hostility as she glared at Ciel.
It was a sign of her emotional instability.
Obviously, Arcueid was in a very unstable state.
If Ciel continued to provoke her, Arcueid wouldn't hesitate to lash out at the Executor in front of her.
Therefore, Arcueid only asked in a low voice.
"...Why are you here?"
Ciel didn't answer Arcueid; instead, she started walking towards Fang Li.
At that moment, a powerful murderous aura erupted from Arcueid's body, stopping Ciel in her tracks.
When she raised her head, Ciel saw that Arcueid's crimson eyes had silently turned into golden Mystic Eyes.
They were filled with violence.
"Don't come near him!"
This was a warning from the True Ancestor's princess.
Like a wild beast protecting its wounded cub, the pure white princess faced anyone who tried to get close, anyone who had even the slightest potential to harm Fang Li, with pure hostility that would evoke pity.
And for that very reason, Ciel found it incomprehensible.
Just as she had said, the Arcueid of the past should have been colder, more emotionless, a simple killing machine that didn't even speak a word, just fulfilling the purpose of her existence.
For this Arcueid, losing control of her emotions for the sake of a specific person was completely unthinkable.
Even Roa had only elicited hatred and obsession from Arcueid, never breaking through to her heart.
But seeing Arcueid now, it was clear that Fang Li carried considerable weight in her heart.
This was probably a first in history.
So, Arcueid had no idea how to react. She could only continue to call out Fang Li's name like a helpless child, rejecting anyone who tried to approach her.
Arcueid's condition finally caused Ciel to drop her guarded expression, and with a sigh, she spoke.
"Let me take a look. Maybe I can still save him."
That one sentence caused the explosive, murderous aura emanating from Arcueid's body to fade.
Without glancing at Arcueid's expression, Ciel moved forward, crouched in front of Fang Li, and extended her hand to place it on his chest.
Waves of magical power rippled out of her hand and spread throughout Fang Li's entire body.
In this way, Ciel gradually understood how bad Fang Li's condition was.
"This is bad."
Ciel spoke quietly.
"Aside from his external injuries, the internal damage alone is severe. His organs have almost completely stopped functioning, his insides are in chaos, and even his blood vessels are all torn. These are deadly wounds, yet he's somehow managed to hang on until now. It's nothing short of a miracle."
This was due to Fang Li's not-too-low VIT (Endurance).
Although Fang Li wasn't primarily focused on VIT (Endurance), he had become a well-rounded speed type, rather than the extreme speed type he once was. In terms of VIT (Endurance), he was now average for a fourth-rank Divine Envoy.
But average was all he had.
With this average VIT (Endurance), Fang Li was barely able to survive injuries that should have been fatal, just by holding his breath.
"But that's all he can manage."
Ciel made her conclusion.
"No matter how strong one's stamina is, a human is still a human in the end. With a body in this condition, there's only one outcome."
There was no need to say what that outcome was.
"If someone cannot rebuild his body, no magic or skill will be able to save him now."
With that, Ciel turned her sharp gaze back to Arcueid.
"If you drink his blood and turn him into one of your Dead Apostles, then that's a different story."
As soon as those words fell, a suffocating silence began to spread.
Arcueid could only stare blankly at Fang Li, whose face was covered in blood and whose breathing grew weaker and weaker.
After a long moment, a smile appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face.
It was a smile both bitter and complicated.
Then, Arcueid spoke.
"I... will not drink his blood."
(End Of Chapter)