As Hedy's dark red lips were about to close in for a kiss and the slightly cool and sweet breath could already be felt on the skin, Daphne's little head was spinning rapidly in this short moment.
Daphne admitted that this little lich maid was really cute, and it wasn't unacceptable to give her her first kiss.
However, Hedy's current state was obviously abnormal. Daphne didn't believe that the "Terrible Harassment" spell hadn't worked. So giving in at this point would be equivalent to surrendering to the R18MOD, and suddenly she felt that she couldn't accept it.
But what could she do if she didn't have enough strength to break free?
Daphne had her own clever plan!
Just as Hedy was about to kiss her, a translucent,dark blue palm suddenly formed and was placed between Daphne's and Hedy's lips.
The constructed creature felt soft and icy cold against the skin. Hedy immediately woke up when she sensed something was wrong.
As soon as the little lich maid regained her sanity, an extremely alluring scene came into her eyes - dark red long hair was spread all over the bed, the messy hem of the beige travel dress was almost lifted up to the thighs, the slender legs covered by white silk stockings were wriggling and rubbing against each other with a rustling sound, and the beautiful half-blood girl was looking at her with teary eyes, seeming to be suffering great grievance and humiliation.
And the one who had pinned this beautiful girl under her was none other than Hedy herself.
This was the noble Death Messenger of Lord Althugar!
What disrespectful thing was she doing to the noble Death Messenger of Lord Althugar!?
Hedy's little face flushed bright red in an instant. She quickly let go of her hands, stepped back five or six steps from the bed, and then knelt down to apologize to Daphne.
"I'm, I'm so sorry, noble Death Messenger! I, I don't know what happened... Suddenly I just..." She was extremely flustered, as if she thought she had caused a big disaster.
But what could Daphne do with this little maid?
The result of offending Daphne was just that she had been offended a little. She was like the softest persimmon within a radius of a hundred miles.
Kicking her was like kicking cotton.
"Just call me Daphne," said the kind-hearted, considerate, and gentle half-blood young lady, of course choosing not to hold a grudge. "It's not your fault. There was a small problem with my magic, and you were affected by it."
"You won't tell Lord Grover about this, will you?" Hedy looked worried and started sobbing.
"No," Daphne shook her head.
After a pause, she suddenly had an idea. "If you feel bad about it, then do me a small favor."
"Miss Daphne, please just tell me. As long as it's something Hedy can do, I'll definitely do my best to complete it!" The little lich maid stopped crying and stood up to nod at Daphne.
The half-blood girl smiled slightly at Hedy. "Get me some animal blood, fresh animal blood."
...
Hedy quickly brought Daphne a bowl of fairly fresh blood. It was said to have been drained from a hound that had just died.
The people of Klogtia had the habit of domesticating animals and then killing them and turning them into undead to serve as combat forces. It wasn't difficult for Hedy to get some fresh blood from the camp, and Daphne had asked for this precisely because she knew this.
Looking at the swaying, red, thick, and viscous liquid in the earthenware bowl, Daphne actually felt a bit dizzy.
As a half-blood, having a slight fear of blood was really too weak.
However, the strong smell of blood wafting from the bowl only smelled like a faint sweet fragrance to her, and the allure of blood was still irresistible.
Daphne helplessly opened the screen to check her status.
She still had no profession or belief, and the skills were still the same few innate spells, but in the status bar at the bottom, a new debuff had appeared.
[Status: Blood Thirst (Initial Stage)]
[Blood Thirst (Initial Stage)]
[The vampire blood in your body is craving fresh blood. This is the first sign of blood deficiency. You often feel thirsty and weak in your limbs. If you don't consume fresh blood within 24 hours, the situation will worsen.]
Half-bloods were much more dependent on blood than pure-blood vampires. The nobler and purer the vampire bloodline was, the lower the need for drinking blood. The vampire nobles of the six major families only regarded drinking blood as a certain lifestyle.
Often, it was the half-bloods who would suddenly attack pedestrians on the street, bite their necks, and suck blood, exposing their identities. They were the ones who had the hardest time suppressing their cravings at critical moments, and the inferiority of their bloodlines always troubled them.
Besides drinking blood, half-bloods also had to eat normal human food.
Unlike pure-blood vampires who could replenish energy and fill their stomachs just by drinking blood, half-bloods would still starve to death even if they drank blood but didn't eat. Drinking blood could only dispel the cravings deep in their bloodlines. The stomachs and digestive systems of half-bloods were still similar to those of humans or elves.
What a troublesome race. They didn't inherit many advantages from both sides but inherited all the disadvantages.
Fortunately, it was only the initial stage of "Blood Thirst" for now.
In the game, at this time, there would only be a warning and no negative effects. But if the character didn't drink blood after 24 hours, it would be affected by various attribute reduction debuffs, and the situation would continue to worsen as the "Blood Thirst" state deteriorated.
But in reality, Daphne could clearly feel a burning pain in her throat, and her whole mouth seemed to be experiencing scorching heat and drought.
Even the initial stage was very hard to endure, and she instinctively wanted to drink the red liquid.
The door made a creaking sound, and Daphne glanced sideways with her peripheral vision. She found a pair of big black eyes peeking at her through the crack of the door. The little maid Hedy seemed to have never left and had been staying outside the door all along.
Apparently, she didn't notice that she had been discovered and was still blinking her eyes, as if she was looking forward to seeing the bowl of blood put to use.
Daphne sighed helplessly and closed her eyes tightly before trying to drink the red liquid in the bowl. The fishy smell became weaker and weaker until finally only a faint sweet taste remained, but there was also an indescribable bitterness.
The burning sensation in her throat gradually faded away, and the restlessness in her heart was also suppressed.
Before she knew it, the whole bowl of red liquid had disappeared without a trace. Daphne blankly wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, which was stained bright red.
Not satisfied.
If it were human blood...
"Miss Daphne, please, please wait a minute. Your hands are all bloody. It'll stain your dress!" The little maid couldn't stand dirt and didn't care that this would expose her act of peeping. She rushed in in a flustered manner.
...
What a terrifying thought.
She actually had a momentary thought of drinking human blood, as if she had really become a vampire...
Since animal blood could also eliminate the "Blood Thirst" state, it was better to use animal blood as much as possible. There was still some discomfort in her heart about drinking human blood.
Daphne sat up straight, and Hedy was standing behind her combing her long hair.
This was the first time she had taken good care of her dark red long hair since she became a girl. Although her hair was naturally soft and smooth, dirt and tangles were still inevitable, and accidentally pulling on the scalp could hurt for a long time.
"Miss Daphne, your hair is so beautiful~" Hedy hummed a lively tune while combing.
"Thank you." Daphne looked straight ahead, her tone still neither warm nor cold.
Come to think of it, this little lich maid was really simple-minded.
The first thought in her mind after regaining consciousness was to apologize and not be reported.
If she were Hedy, perhaps she would have said to the half-blood girl who was trembling pitifully on the bed at that time, "Humph, Miss Death Messenger, you don't want Lord Grover to know that you're actually a weakling, do you?"