"Of course I know that exchanging a little bit of your primordial power for awakening from slumber is a very worthwhile deal no matter how you look at it."
Maggie spoke casually, as if she were talking about something trivial.
Before this, he had already collected a lot of blood. He was only five drops short of the minimum required for him to wake up. Any less and he wouldn't be able to wake up; any more and he would be very powerful. Maggie was positioned at the point he needed most, making it impossible for him to refuse.
"You're spouting nonsense. Why should I believe what you say?"
Ulysses sneered.
“I know the coordinates of all the existing ‘Blood of the Night,’ and I also know that the Nightmare Crescent you haven’t found is in the hands of the Elemental King. Is that enough proof?”
Maggie wasn't angry when questioned. She struck an elegant pose in front of the mirror, reciting her coordinates while admiring her own beauty, even though in the abnormal mirror she looked like a holy and gorgeous monster.
She uttered each location from her nearly pale lips, her extremely weak face displaying a strong sense of confidence.
She held the leverage and wasn't afraid he wouldn't compromise.
Even if he told Ulysses all of this, he would be helpless and could only rely on her.
Most of the 'Blood of the Night' on the surface are in the hands of Green Tower. He's just an old man who's been sealed away, so what can he do?
Having been sealed away for millions of years, Ulysses longs to be fully awakened and will surely agree to her conditions.
At the beginning of the second volume of the manga, Duke Zefneria was completely overthrown, and his entire network of influence was wiped out. Afterwards, the ruins that had been lying dormant beneath the continent of Coral gradually came to light, and the 'Blood of the Night' lost in the ruins appeared one after another.
Many adventurers have unfortunately fallen victim to this curse.
By manipulating the blood servant puppets with curses, Ulysses quickly collected the 'Blood of the Night' and sent it to the 'Thorn Castle'. The vampire progenitor, who had been sleeping in the deep sea during the Mermaid Era, finally returned to the continent of Coral during the Divine Era.
Maggie remembers every single location clearly; she truly can help Ulysses awaken.
However, even if she doesn't help, Ulysses will wake up soon.
She was simply using the information gap to her own advantage and speed up his awakening process.
wrong.....
If the plan goes smoothly, perhaps she can keep Ulysses in the shadows for a while longer.
As Maggie thought about it, a plan gradually took shape in her mind.
"You are provoking me."
Ulysses's voice was somber, and his oppressive aura was so strong that it caused Maggie mental discomfort, but compared to the pain she had just experienced, it was nothing.
"I'm not challenging you. People need to have some means of self-preservation to survive, don't they?"
Maggie's hand, hidden under her sleeve, clenched the cross so tightly that the sharp edges of the cross almost pierced her palm until it bled, but on the surface, she remained calm and continued to negotiate.
She wasn't lying to Ulysses. Even with Loy's help in learning light magic, it couldn't change the fact that her combat ability was practically zero; light magic wasn't a suitable attribute for combat.
Apart from the micro-level spell 'Light Arrow', a mage must reach the level of a mage to truly learn offensive magic.
Dark magic, on the other hand, is completely different. Each level of dark magic possesses a large number of combat spells, making it a top-tier combat attribute suitable for battlefield escape.
She can't simply be a powerless, purely supportive and buffing Holy Maiden of Light.
Maggie trusts no one but herself, and it's ridiculous that she entrusts her life to someone else for protection.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you, I am now the Holy Maiden of Light of the Temple of Light. You can't threaten me with a curse."
"You are so weak now that even a cardinal could easily dispel this minor curse."
Maggie could almost guess what Ulysses was thinking, and spoke in a soft, girlish voice, her words half-true and half-false, full of threat.
Silence fell again, and Maggie could almost hear her own heartbeat quickening.
Forcing the progenitor of vampires to bow down to her was too much for her.
After a long while, when the full moon had climbed to the very center of the sky, the sound of Olympus's voice was finally heard through gritted teeth.
"You... are very good."
Born in the primordial era, this was the first time in millions of years that he had suffered a setback, against a... novice mage.
This is an utter disgrace.
"Thank you for your praise, Ancestor."
Maggie smiled beautifully at herself in the mirror, more stunning than the blood-soaked roses outside the castle. Her voice, as sweet as honey syrup, was soft and sweet, though unfortunately, it was incredibly poisonous.
"I promise you."
Ulysses uttered those four words through gritted teeth; if one could see his face, it would probably be extremely difficult to read.
Maggie didn't care whether he was uncomfortable or not; now that her goal was achieved, she was comfortable.
"As expected of the Ancestor, a pleasant transaction."
Maggie performed a standard aristocratic etiquette in front of the mirror, as elegant as a princess.
“I demand that you deliver every single drop you obtain to the Thorn Castle immediately.”
Ulysses, after all, was a creature who had lived for countless years and a vampire who extremely pursued nobility and elegance. Even if this deal was very unfavorable to him, he would never lose his composure.
“I will be watching you from behind, and if you break your oath, I will personally hunt you down.”
As expected, Maggie anticipated that Ulysses would threaten her.
She didn't intend to break the contract, after all, the curse on her body was like a locator, and if she really wanted to go back on her word, she would have to use her last drop of blood to remove the curse.
"I am a very trustworthy person and cannot bear your retaliation. Please rest assured, Ancestor."
That's what Maggie said.
"How about you suppress this curse for now? Wasting my time is also delaying your awakening process, isn't it?"
Ulysses fell silent without giving her an answer, and soon the abnormality in the room returned to normal.
The distorted and broken mirror surface has returned to normal, and Maggie still looks sacred and beautiful in the mirror; just looking at her is enough to heal the soul.
"What a beautiful face."
Maggie sighed softly.
The moonlight shone on me, and the chill had completely disappeared, with no sign of the curse taking effect.
Maggie knew that this meant Ulysses had granted her request.
She gently closed her eyes, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away, leaving her limply slumped in front of the dressing table.
Her racing heartbeat indicated that she was not as composed as she appeared; fear, dread, and pain were eroding her will.
But she held on.
She wanted to become stronger, she wanted to live.
What she just said was actually a bluff. She was taking advantage of the fact that Ulysses had been asleep for so long and didn't know much about the current era, so she dared to say that the archbishop could easily remove his curse.
Actually, it's not possible...
The power of the progenitor of vampires was far beyond her imagination; the curse was at least three times more painful than she had anticipated.
It's estimated that only the Pope can truly lift Ulysses' curse, but even the Pope might not be able to, as her power is too low to detect it.
Even if she could, she wouldn't be qualified to have the Pope intervene on her behalf.
It's nothing more than a battle of wits.
Maggie lay motionless in front of the dressing table, her cold body and pale face making her look no different from a dead person.
Like a sleeping doll.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Maggie felt that the soft, luminous white light before her eyes was gradually mixed with traces of black, until the black light increased and increased until it occupied about half of her field of vision, and then this change slowly ended.
"That's it?"
Maggie slowly opened her eyes, a look of surprise flashing in them. She hadn't expected the process to be so simple; she had thought it would be something special.
Acquiring a dark magic talent isn't that difficult; on the vast continent of Coral, there are quite a few people with dark magic talents.
But later, I acquired...
I'm afraid that Maggie is the only one so far.
After all, not everyone has the opportunity to make the progenitor of vampires compromise.
It's just a pity...
Maggie briefly tested her absorption efficiency of dark magic, and unsurprisingly, it was still terrible. Talent level is something that can't be obtained even with hard work; defying fate only exists in fairy tales.
She's still that level 1 talent trash, only now she's become a trash in both light and dark elements.
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