"What's your name?" Gladys asked the black-haired boy.

He raised his eyebrows, "Name?"

He is a terrifying being that cannot be mentioned, his true name long since faded, but—He is now using the identity of Princess Laura of the Kingdom, so…

"You can call me Laura." The black-haired boy said to Gladys.

Gladys blinked. "Doesn't this name sound familiar?"

Laura: “Yeah.”

At this moment, His Adam's apple moved.

Gladys frowned and stared at the black-haired boy for a long moment. Then, she said in disbelief, "How could you steal the little princess's name?"

Laura: Why is your mind full of little princesses?

"Although you are my magic wand and you have to join me in bullying Princess Laura, you can't even steal her name." Gladys said with great sorrow.

Laura: “…” Your mind is really full of the little princess.

"This name doesn't work. Think of another one." Gladys said, her tone unusually like the client who asked for colorful black. She sat down on the black branches next to her and crossed her legs, a must-have at home.

Gladys was wearing a white suspender nightgown. When she lifted up her slender legs, the pure white nightgown rose slightly, revealing her snow-white skin...her ankles were extremely thin and her calves were tight.

A black branch suddenly rose up, grabbed Gladys' ankle, and pulled it hard. Gladys almost stumbled. Another black branch supported her waist. While she stumbled, both of Gladys' legs were pulled down by the black branches, and her feet were forced to stand firmly on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Gladys was startled and asked the black-haired boy.

The boy shrugged and said innocently, "I didn't do it, it was the branches and leaves that did it."

Gladys: “…” I don’t believe you.

Because her ankles and calves were restrained by the black branches, Gladys had to sit properly with her knees together. The black branches also hooked the hem of her skirt, making the nightgown tightly cover her skin.

The slightly cold scent of creeping grass reached Gladys's nose. The young man sat beside her, his chin supported by his hands. His long black hair hung down in a winding manner, and a few strands of hair covered his pale skin. His face was facing the nothingness in front of him in deathly silence.

Gladys glanced at him secretly and saw that the boy was slightly pursing his red lips, with a cold look on his profile. Gladys felt that he must be thinking about life.

Gladys flicked the black branches that came closer with her fingertips and thought to herself, isn't it just... asking him what his name is?

Why does he look like that?

Could it be that his name conceals some unknown and tragic past that cannot be mentioned...

Or maybe just calling his name would break some protective magical barrier...

Gladys pondered.

Come to think of it, this black-haired boy didn't look like a good person. He had a sinister aura and even wanted to eat her when they first met.

His wand itself also looks very evil.

In a fantasy movie, he would definitely be the villain...

Gladys took a deep breath and spoke to him, "Is your existence so terrifying? That's why you can't tell me your name?"

The girl's clear voice was particularly clear in the dead silence.

Laura paused.

He said, “Only the dead can call upon me.”

Gladys considered what he meant for a moment. Then, she fluttered her eyelashes and asked cautiously, "You mean... everyone who called your name without permission is dead?"

Laura replied to Gladys: "Yes."

Unable to look Him in the eye.

There is no way to call Him.

We can only call Him the Honorable One.

He is the unspeakable being.

In ancient times, He seemed to have a name... but now, He has long forgotten it.

What happened to those who boldly called Him at that time?

Indeed dead.

He has long lost his name. Names are meaningless to Him. He is the embodiment of darkness and extinction. Names that symbolize life do not belong to Him...

His existence is disaster and darkness. He is sealed by the light and chooses a long and silent sleep.

“…”

It wasn't until the most recent full moon that His seal finally loosened.

He descended in the form of Princess Lola.

The black-haired boy's voice was filled with a smile, revealing a hint of cruelty. He said to Gladys, "I will bring death to the world. If my seal is completely broken, all life will be devoured by me, and the world will be destroyed."

"After you make a contract with me, you will become the most evil witch. Your heart will be eroded by darkness, and you will become a vicious, venomous woman..."

It's so scary...

Gladys' eyes lit up. "That's great."

"Hmm?" Laura's smile froze.

He thought Gladys would show fear, trepidation, and hesitation, but why did she react like this?

"What a coincidence! You made the right choice by making a contract with me," Gladys said excitedly. "I'm determined to become the most perfect evil witch."

Laura: No, actually I don't think you can.

Seeing the boy's silence, Gladys thought he didn't believe her, so she said, "Do you know who I believe in? It's the great Evil God. I pray to Him every day. He always guides me and makes me the most evil being."

Laura: No, I never guided you to do bad things.

Gladys said, "Wand, I think you sound awesome, can you teach me what I can do with you?"

Laura hummed, then casually gave an example, "It can destroy a kingdom."

Gladys thought.

Wow, it’s so exciting right from the start.

He is too idealistic.

It was indeed a wand she had made herself.

then.

The two had a very pleasant conversation.

After chatting with the black-haired boy for a long time, Gladys suddenly frowned and asked him, "Wait, you haven't told me your name yet?"

The boy was given a meal.

I'm Laura...

She doesn't believe it.

I don't have a name...

It seems a bit perfunctory.

The black-haired boy frowned.

Gladys says:

"Not to mention that I have a contract with you. The relationship between you and me is very special. We are connected by life and death."

"We're having such a great time chatting, yet you still refuse to tell me your name. Tell me, do you not want to be my friend?"

"no."

Laura lowered her head, and the golden spell on the black cloth covering her eyes flickered faintly.

"I want to be friends with you," he said.

Gladys asked, "What's the name?"

"No."

Gladys: “…”

She actually felt that what he said was extremely justified.

Gladys stared at him intently, and saw that he had his head lowered, looking a little vulnerable, and didn't seem to be lying.

"Then...shall I give you a name?" Gladys asked him.

Laura bit her lip and nodded, "Okay."

He agreed so quickly that Gladys scratched her red hair and said in distress, "Naming is a big deal. I need to take some time to think about it."

After a while, Laura noticed that Gladys was getting a little restless. He raised his eyebrows and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"I just talked to you too much and now I'm a little thirsty." Gladys said, licking her lips.

Laura thought about it.

He said to Gladys, "Open your mouth."

Gladys looked at him subconsciously.

This sentence sounds...

Gladys saw the boy's appearance. His face was like an exquisite doll in a window display, fragile and beautiful, with his eyes covered with black cloth, revealing a sense of abstinence that could not be desecrated.

He probably didn't think too much about it.

"Do you have any water?" Gladys asked him carefully.

Laura: “Yes.”

As he spoke, black branches spread, gently wrapped around Gladys' body, and climbed upwards. A branch touched the girl's chin and pushed it upwards. Gladys subconsciously raised her head and opened her lips slightly. The boy leaned over, bit his fingertips, and fed the blood into Gladys' mouth.

It turned out to be blood.

Gladys: “…?”

Although, his blood seemed to be quite delicious, fragrant and sweet.

However, normal people would not use blood to quench their thirst.

"Why did you ask me to drink your blood? Does your blood have some magical effect, such as greatly increasing my strength or making me live a hundred years longer?" Gladys tried to ask him to explain the reason for this strange behavior.

Laura shook her head, "No."

"My blood is poison."

Gladys: “Huh???” I treat you as a friend, and you actually want to assassinate me?

He smiled. "But you don't have to worry. You've already made a contract with me. Drinking my blood won't kill you. At most, it will just make you addicted. As for the probability, I don't know. I haven't had a contract with anyone before. This is just the experience of the God of All Things and His contracted ones. I don't know if it will work between you and me."

The young man's elegant voice rang in Gladys's ears, but she could no longer hear clearly, it was just a blur...

"You have never had any desire for me, and you are very clear-headed when you are so close to my consciousness, so there should be no problem." Lola said.

At this moment, she suddenly hugged the boy's pale neck.

Take a bite.