Victor sat in the old wooden chair, leaning lazily against the back.

One leg was casually crossed, and he was engrossed in reading a thick magic book.

Beside him, Priscilla stood quietly, her bright eyes fixed on Viktor's serious profile with curiosity.

The stench of a fish that hadn't been cleaned in a long time permeated the air, but Victor remained engrossed in his book.

Every time he turned the pages, the rustling sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Sensing Priscilla's gaze, Victor raised his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and asked:

What are you looking at?

Priscilla shrank back, seemingly somewhat frightened:

"You...are beautiful."

What an honest and straightforward girl!

Upon hearing this, Viktor said nothing more.

Krystys continued to secretly watch him from the side.

After a long silence, she finally managed to utter a sentence:

"Is my mother... really beyond saving?"

Hearing the sound, Viktor put away his book, looked up, and stared at Priscilla.

After he said those words, Priscilla, unable to accept it, first burst into tears.

The thought of unintentionally killing one's mother is something no one could accept.

But Victor also told Priscilla that it was a mistake she made unconsciously because she was a blood descendant.

Therefore, this was not a mistake she made.

After this comforting reassurance, Priscilla felt much better.

Victor continued:

"Your mother no longer has a body to sustain her in this world."

"If you want her to be resurrected, then as the price, you must die in her place."

"Then I'll die in her place!"

Priscilla's unwavering voice rang out.

She placed one hand on her chest, her resolute gaze telling Viktor of her determination.

Upon hearing Priscilla's words, Victor suddenly turned his head, looked towards the direction of the curtains, and abruptly spoke:

"The blood moon has arrived."

Priscilla shrank to one side, still unable to understand what it meant.

Suddenly, a fierce wind, like a ferocious beast bursting into the mansion, rushed into the house.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the influence of magic, the curtains swayed rapidly in the air, emitting a series of whooshing and vibrating sounds.

The raging wind made Priscilla raise one hand to cover her disheveled hair, and use the other hand to press down on her black dress to prevent any wardrobe malfunction.

The wind blew the window open, and she turned her head to look out the window.

A beam of blood-red moonlight shone through the broken window and fell on Priscilla's face.

She stood there, stunned, staring at the blood moon that had appeared in the sky.

However, she felt nothing.

Because she was just a ghost, the instincts that existed in a flesh and blood body did not affect her.

However, correspondingly...

The monster residing within her body reacted.

The crimson blood moon illuminated the entire room, its scarlet light covering the bloodline beings.

Its almost distorted head looked in the direction of the crimson light, its gaze passing through the window and landing on the blood moon hanging in the sky.

In an instant, its scarlet pupils seemed to be filled with a kind of obsession, and an intense desire overflowed from its eyes, gradually engulfing its entire body.

Two ruby-like, sparkling eyes reflected a chaotic scene.

Beneath the high-hanging blood moon, countless blood slaves danced wildly on the crimson array.

They writhed and twisted in bizarre postures, hissing out low, mournful cries.

It seemed to be summoning something towards deep space or a heretical realm.

Guided by some mysterious force, the blood-descended monster slowly dragged its twisted body, attempting to reach out its indistinct limbs to touch the blood moon that illuminated the night sky.

It seemed as if she was yearning for her own power.

The crimson moonlight expanded in its eyes, causing its already distorted limbs to convulse and curl up even more.

The broken bones made a chilling cracking sound.

Bathed in blood, its back began to writhe, its clothes being pushed outwards by the bulging flesh.

Sla—

The back of her clothes was ripped open with a huge tear, exposing her pale skin to the eerie crimson glow, making her look incredibly strange.

But then, a pair of bat wings grew out from behind it.

Upon seeing this, Priscilla was startled.

Is this...herself?

The blood-red bat wings flowed down its body, as if absorbing all the moonlight.

Sharp teeth protruded from its mouth, and its twisted and broken body was brutally corrected in an extremely incongruous manner.

Under the influence of the Blood Moon, everything about the Bloodline race has changed, as if they are forcibly accepting the transformation brought about by the Blood Moon.

Priscilla stared in disbelief, when Victor's voice slowly rang out:

"You said you would die for your mother?"

"Even if it means letting her live as you forever, right?"

Priscilla realized what was happening, turned to look at Victor, and nodded sharply, her eyes filled with determination.

Victor began by saying:

"Alright, now I want to see how much you can do for your mother."

Priscilla was very nervous and asked Victor:

"Can you really save my mother...?"

Viktor smiled gently:

"I came here to treat your mother's epilepsy."

"Come with me."

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