"Does it really matter?" I was already expecting that reaction from Mialthara after hearing about the blood crystal, which was once a lifeline to her, but had now completely beco the most sought-after item for her.
Though she lost it, its deficiency in her life, and even in her body, constantly reminded her that she would need to keep searching for that lost item.
"No one knew about it except—" Mialthara's voice was directed at with eyes clearly widened, considering this particular secret was the reason why she needed to kill her mother and brother, who, to be honest, were not the natives of this world.
Not that Mialthara is going to know about the origin of her mother.
"Your mother, isn't it?" I stated, interrupting her in mid-sentence, knowing well that it was one of those stories where a mother chooses between two of her children, giving all her care to one while completely neglecting the other.
A story where a mother took away the blood crystal from her daughter and gave it to her son to boost his overall blood abilities, making him one of the rare geniuses and powerhouses of his ti.
However, naturally, that daughter who possessed the strong blood crystal sohow was able to manifest her ability much more efficiently than her brother and then killed her own mother and brother to claim what she deserved, but at the cost of losing it and realizing that the blood crystal for which she went this far had already been lost from her grip long ago.
To be specific, Mialthara and her race possessed a blood crystal that was the sa as a dantian for Qi reserves but was a different energy source where they harvested blood instead of energy, giving them vitality and strength far surpassing that of what a dantian can provide.
However, due to so reason, she fell into the lower realm three or four hundred years ago. The ti is not specific, but it was clear that this happened centuries ago.
She married and had children here to ensure her ascension back to the upper realm and secure the future of her upcoming generation.
She took away the blood crystal from her daughter and gave it to her older son, who, from her perspective, had enough strength to secure their future.
But that son sold that blood crystal in hope of purchasing elixirs and other such items, making one of the worst decisions one could make.
It's like giving caviar to soone who thinks it's expired jam.
Yet, sohow, without telling this secret to his mother, he started to practice her technique, which corrupted his mind, but due to his bloodline's strength, he sohow managed to manifest his ability.
He appeared strong and gained his position as one of the strongest in the neutral faction, based solely on his physique from the upper realm, where, with the blood crystal, he might have achieved a hundred tis better results, but he already ssed up everything regarding his mother's dreams—he remained completely oblivious to his foolish decisions.
On the other hand, Mialthara, who was hardly a child of around her teenage years, went through her life's biggest misery, which was her life being shortened to just one month.
Just like how a mortal lives their whole life and ages around 60 years, her whole lifespan had been shortened to one month, where she aged with each passing day, making her rely on the vitality of other humans whom she killed.
In the absence of the blood crystal, she needed to stay alive.
And her mother, seeing her daughter's struggle to even kill simple mortals, taught her a forbidden technique called blood art.
Though, definitely with the acceptance that her daughter would either get her mind corrupted or die without achieving the feat her son did.
Yet breaking all expectations of her mother, Mialthara's determination to live pushed her until she perfected those blood arts far better than even her own mother.
The end result was simple. Due to her mind corruption, she did not care about others' lives, nor should she care about her own family.
She killed her mother and then her brother while hoping to get the blood crystal but did not find it, even after shredding her brother's body.
And thus, the legend of the blood demoness, who killed that ti's strongest mber of the neutral faction, was born.
"Y-yes, but how do you...no, sothing doesn't add up. Aren't you a mortal? You...can't be alive at that ti...then?"
Looking at Mialthara, who placed her finger on her lips, trying to think hard about her past, she was clearly confused as to why I knew so much about her.
Her mind was clearly recalling several mories, which was evident from the frown forming on her expression.
Yet I remained silent as I glanced towards Olea and Aleriana, who were looking at .
"I-I am just 23! Don't look at like that," From their gazes, I felt as if they were also judging my age. Considering the way I talked just now to intimidate Mialthara, telling her stories with her reaction being so exaggerated, it's natural for my wives to doubt their husband's age.
"Oh no, I was just thinking about what to do next with her?" Aleriana brought out of my thoughts, even though she acted as if she didn't care about the age thing, the way her expression changed made know she did. Before pointing her eyes towards Mialthara, she inquired of .
"What to do next with her? Is she so small fry you can snap?" Looking at Aleriana and Olea's confidence, which I knew was mostly based on their protective instinct towards , where normally people forget their limits when it cos to the safety of their beloved, I felt amused, as they were talking about Mialthara, who was clearly one of the strongest on this continent, not just in the kingdom.
She was a monster to her core, except for that beauty which withers every day, with a heart cruel enough to kill people like walking in a garden.
I cannot imagine even leaving my wives alone with her.
"....Y-you, d-do you by any chance know where the blood crystal is?" And finally, Mialthara's voice ca through, and there I saw that look of a child having her expectations already crushed while even asking the question before shaking her head as she consoled herself, "No, forget it. How could a re mortal know what I don't..."
"I know where it is," I replied.
'!'
'Huh'
'Fucking Author, first Aleriana and now her!' As I said those words, I saw a small drop of tear sliding down from Mialthara's left eye, which even surprised her as she lifted her hand and touched her cheek after feeling the dampness, and there she saw the tear.
Forget her surprise at her own tear, even I seated there felt this whole setting being ssed up; first Aleriana cried when she should act tough due to her sharp brain, and now Mialthara.
Did the Author have so secret fetish for tears which he added at so secret quest trigger?!
"Haah, how pathetic to look like this in front of a mortal."
'!?!'
And then, suddenly, Mialthara's voice changed. It was as if overlapping one after another. Her eyes lifting as slowly her skin started to turn red.
Her body started to morph into a humanoid crimson figure with hair fluttering red.
This was not one of those stories, but pure bloody crimson with her face visibly darkening, turning black and red as her figure transford into a humanoid as she slowly stood.
There was a fog of crimson spreading across the room, and soon enough, the whole place started to sll tallic.
As I felt my stomach turning upside down, as if about to vomit.
"I will just kill you both and extract the location's information out of his brain."
And then ca the horrifying voice from Mialthara, who had now transford into a red ghost—no, more like a blood demoness.
'....shit, did I just ss up?'
Mialthara lunged without warning.
Crimson mist exploded in every direction as her form disintegrated into a twisting ribbon of blood, streaking toward with murderous intent.
But before the attack could reach , Aleriana's leg shot backward, delivering a sharp kick to the sofa I was seated on.
"Husband, run!"
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