Chapter 751: Alphonse is Charmed
——Generally speaking, Moon Children do not need sleep.
They were all moon monsters that had died and been reborn, a resilient race with dragon blood flowing through their veins. Even if slain by a sword, they would at most turn into stone statues or ash. They needed no sleep and didn't have to worry about sudden death or exhaustion.
The lack of mana can also be slowly compensated by bloodsucking...
However, Alphonse von Pilotti could only fall into a deep sleep when night fell these days.
There's no other reason, it's simply because he's consumed too much mana during this period...
In order to complete the rituals taught by Lady Kingsford every day, he almost exhausted all his magical power - because this was not a complex ritual that a fourth-level Moon Child could handle. As a transcendental mage, he was only at the third level... and had not yet been promoted to the fourth level to become a great wizard.
And precisely because he was weak enough, he was not listed as a suspect from the very beginning.
He even had to wear a pendant that could temporarily increase his mana, converting his life force into mana, just to barely gather the minimum mana required for the ritual. This pendant itself was also lent to him by Lady Kingsford, for which he was filled with gratitude.
Every day after his magic power was exhausted, he would endure waves of severe pain coming from deep within his brain and fall into a sleep full of nightmares.
On this day, Alphonse was haunted by nightmares as usual.
He dreamed that he had made a very foolish suggestion and was severely rebuked by his father and laughed at by his brothers and sisters. But he could only smile foolishly and said nothing.
"Your incompetence is beyond my imagination! A life of ease has corrupted your minds.
"Great Son of the Moon, you must not be so foolish! Don't be a clown to me when I need you!"
The sound of his father throwing things echoed throughout the hall, and it was so clear in Alphonse's memory that it even echoed repeatedly. However, the faces of his other brothers and sisters were blurry... Only his father's fury and Count Leipzig's chuckle were left in his memory.
At this moment, Count Leipzig just smiled and raised his head.
He asked softly, "You still can't forget it? You good kid...
"Is it because you couldn't accept being scolded like this for the first time by someone you admired?"
At that moment, Alphonse suddenly woke up from his dream.
He realized this wasn't Count Leipzig. Even though he hated that guy, he knew he couldn't possibly smile so softly...
"Awake?"
Count Leipzig chuckled.
When Alphonse realized the "Count of Leipzig" before him wasn't him, the entire nightmare stopped. His furious father suddenly quieted down, no longer berating him, and everyone else followed suit. In the entire space, only he and the "Count of Leipzig" remained able to function normally.
"…Ms. Kingsford?"
Alphonse asked tentatively, "Is that you?"
"It's me."
As the "Count of Leipzig" chuckled, he stretched out five fingers and pressed the air as if plucking the strings of a guitar.
The next moment, everyone in this dream withered and melted, like snowmen under the sun, or ice sculptures burning in flames.
The outer shell of the "Count of Leipzig" also melted away, revealing his inner essence.
That was a witch of love, possessing a beauty beyond mortal comprehension—
She had slightly long ears, clearly a half-elf. Her fair skin seemed to shimmer, and her long, dark-gold hair was soft and silky, falling to her waist. Her breasts were strikingly high, and the white veil she wore did nothing to conceal her allure. Instead, it was her dark-gold eyes—the only thing about her that made her appear overly majestic and sharp.
Although she has been famous for a long time, she still looks like she is only in her early twenties. Her skin and facial features have the tenderness of a girl, and her soft and friendly smile seems quite tolerant.
"Missed me, baby?"
Anna Kingsford smiled gently, walked to Alphonse and stroked his hair affectionately.
Alphonse was not simply a child of the moon transformed by the Red Phase Pomponazzi - before being transformed, he was the child of a human and a child of the moon.
Yes, he is the child born to Pomponazzi and his blood slave.
After he became an adult, he was transformed into the Son of the Moon by Pomponazzi himself.
His appearance also inherited his parents' good looks... He had brilliant short golden hair and pupils that were crimson red like wine under normal circumstances. From any angle, he could be called handsome, but with a slight tendency towards femininity.
The Eternal Boy, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, would be a beautiful young lady even without makeup if he grew his hair longer and wore a dress. With such excellent looks, he was already accustomed to pleasing others with his looks.
The young ladies of Xingtan were often easily deceived by his sweet talk and followed him obsessively; those noble ladies also particularly liked handsome and innocent young men like him; and at the same time, Xingtan was different from Avalon, there were also a group of old male nobles who liked male homosexuality...
"To dream about this again...it seems that Pomponazzi has left a significant psychological scar on you."
Anna Kingsford hugged Alphonse and commented softly, "After this happens, you'll need to find a reliable psychiatrist to diagnose you."
“…Where can I find a psychiatrist I can trust?”
Alphonse smiled bitterly and said, "I carry too many secrets. I no longer dare to relax and sleep."
"Do you hate Pomponazzi?"
Anna suddenly asked in a low voice.
“No, how could it be…”
Alphonse shook his head. "I just wanted to share my father's worries. I made some foolish suggestions...it was my own inexperience."
At that time, he had not investigated Yulia at all, and actually had no idea about the political situation in Avalon. It was just because he saw that no one else said anything and he wanted to show off in front of his father, so he rushed over and recommended himself.
"...But now I know that Yulia is not a girl that can be easily fooled. So it was indeed my fault back then."
"oh……?"
Anna leaned closer to Alphonse, gently pressing her cheek against his, while the fingers of her other hand gently traced something on Alphonse's left cheek. "Are you admitting your mistake already? Do you regret... doing me this favor?"
"You won't regret it, Ms. Kingsford."
Alphonse shook his head. "Although I am indeed stupid... I don't think my father is so angry because of my stupidity. It's because they are indeed useless.
"If I want to truly become an adult in front of my father, I'll need more strength. So, Ms. Kingsford, I still hope to get your help!"
"Of course, I'll help you."
Anna chuckled and whispered in his ear, "But I'm going to collect the reward."
"……yes."
Alphonse's cheeks also turned red, and he said softly, "Just like before."
He really didn't know anything, so when he came to Lady Kingsford for help, he could only use his strengths - sleeping with this terrible woman who was feared by everyone in the Rosicrucian Church.
But strangely, he found Ms. Kingsford captivating. Even though he'd worried she might torture him before meeting her—after all, most transcendents on the path of love were abnormal—she seemed unusually gentle, which made Alphonse feel like he wasn't being harmed at all.
Even... he felt that he was even a little in love with her.
So much so that I feel indignant for her!
——How could such a beautiful and gentle lady be slandered like this!
Of course, compared to his father...Ms. Kingsford can only rank second in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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