«I can’t believe your mistress actually kept her word. She really is an incredible vampire...» Ginevra sneers, both amused and excited.
After spending the last night at the Valakys castle—a night where, for the first ti, I slept without interruption from the mont my head hit the pillow until the rise of the Maius Moon—I reluctantly return to daily life in the new Lunae Novae dormitory. If possible, this dormitory is even worse than the previous one, with even smaller and barer rooms, likely to speed up construction. This ti, however, everything is on a single floor, creating what essentially looks like a massive slum, made up of tiny improvised cubicles and larger sheds serving as a ss hall—where we are now.
At the table sit Ginevra, Gerard, , and... Luke? Strange but true, for the first ti, he has joined us for a al, probably because of the friendship he has ford with Gerard—stronger even than the hatred he harbors for . I won’t deny that I missed Ginevra, and seeing her again truly makes happy. Luke... not so much.
Even though I was reduced to a rag—on the verge of death—I still clearly rember Ayra’s words when she stord onto the battlefield and addressed Ginevra: «Make sure he doesn’t die, and you’ll be handsoly rewarded.» I was just as astonished as Ginevra when Ayra brought up that topic again this morning.
«You’re truly a beautiful girl. It’s such a sha that your mistress doesn’t let you take care of yourself. Since I owe you for saving my familiar’s life... tomorrow, you’re coming with to the best beauty center in all of Mildelar! Don’t worry about your mistress; the regulations forbid punishing soone else’s familiar, not rewarding them. I’ll talk to Countess Alia—it won’t be hard to get her consent, considering all the favors my family has done for the Dulcar House in these past years.»
After everything Ginevra has endured—and still endures—because of her cruel mistress, a day of relaxation is the least she deserves.
«Yeah, Ayra really is fantastic,» I say with pride and satisfaction, though a lingering lancholy has clung to since this morning, as if there’s sothing I should be sad about—but for so reason, I can’t rember what. Is it because she’ll eventually take on the role of future commander of the Scarlet Army? I don’t know... «But I’d advise you not to ntion this gift from my mistress to anyone. Otherwise, soone around here might start thinking you’re getting special treatnt,» I add with a touch of sarcasm, casting a quick glance at Luke, who is unusually quiet tonight.
«Oh, don’t worry...» Ginevra replies, covering her mouth with her hand as if trying to stifle a laugh. «...I doubt he’ll accuse you again of not being ’a human like us’ anymore.»
I tilt my head slightly, scrutinizing her with curiosity. «What are you referring to?»
«It’s none of your business,» Luke interrupts, arrogant but less than usual, as if Ginevra is about to reveal an uncomfortable truth about him.
«Co on, guys. You haven’t seen each other for weeks, and you’re already back to quarreling?» Gerard grumbles.
«What does this have to do with ?! I wasn’t even thinking about it!» I retort, annoyed by the undeserved reprimand.
«Excuse for interrupting your lovely discussion... but are these seats free?»
A polite female voice from behind instantly quells my irritation.
Instinctively, I turn around. It’s a girl—or rather, a woman, given that she must be at least thirty years old—with long, flowing burgundy curls and bright hazel eyes. She stands there, holding a dinner tray firmly in her hands, next to the empty seat on my right—while Ginevra sits on my left, and Luke and Gerard sit across from us.
For a mont, I remain stunned, as if admiring a work of art. She isn’t particularly tall—maybe 1.60 ters at most—but perhaps that’s exactly why the curves of her boobs and hips stand out even more beneath her blue tunic, which she wears conspicuously open at the front. I can’t tell if she’s wearing a bra or if those enormous boobs are naturally firm enough to give that impression. And then... the skirts provided with the female uniform aren’t normally this short—did she hike it up more than necessary to expose so much of her thighs? Not to ntion her voice: warm, sensual, enveloping, accentuated by her cadence and intonation—Italian? Or maybe Spanish? Definitely a diterranean accent and appearance.
Judging by appearances is the worst mistake one can make, but... God, she looks like she walked straight out of an adult film! I wouldn’t be surprised if she said that, before dying, she was a pornstar—honestly, I’d be more surprised if she wasn’t.
Even Luke, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, can’t take his eyes off her.
Two guys, dumbstruck over a woman? To Ginevra, it must be a pitiful sight—she alternates between annoyed and reproachful glances at and Luke, even going so far as to pinch my thigh. But luckily, our pathetic display of horny fools is overshadowed by Gerard, who—if possible—has done even worse than us, to the point that Ginevra has to turn away in embarrassnt.
I’ve never seen her in the dormitory before—though she’s definitely not the kind of woman who goes unnoticed—so she must be part of the new wave of familiars replacing those lost in that tragic battle.
«But of course! Please, have a seat. You’re more than welco!» Gerard exclaims, abruptly standing up and pulling out the chair for her like a true gentleman.
«Oh, how adorable you are,» she says flirtatiously, her voice stirring the most primal human instincts—almost as if she’s moaning between words.
Yes, there’s no doubt about it—she was definitely a pornstar!
«My na is Rossella of the Malvhas House, but you can also call Roxy. I’m thirty-four years old, and...»
Even the abbreviation of her na exudes the aura of an adult film actress in every letter... Luke, Gerard, and I hang onto her full lips—so more obviously than others.
«...and before ending up in this infernal world full of sinners, I was the abbess of a cloistered convent of nuns in Ro.»
It was obvious! An abbess in a convent of nuns, just as I thought—wait, what?!
I rub my ear with my little finger. «I don’t think I heard that right...»
«She said she was a nun! Have you gone deaf or what?!» Ginevra cuts in, her face as red as a tomato for so strange reason.
In turn, we introduce ourselves, and it’s incredible how Roxy manages to bring out a side of Gerard I had never seen before. He fires off a barrage of la, unfunny—actually, downright embarrassing—jokes one after another. Yet, the newcor laughs heartily, most likely just to avoid seeming rude to soone treating her so kindly.
«Oh, you’re really nice, guys. I’m so happy I ended up at this table. You know, it’s my first night here, and since I’m quite shy and awkward, I was afraid no one would want at their table, and I’d end up all alone...» she murmurs with theatrical sorrow.
I doubt even she believes what she’s saying...
«The pleasure is all ours,» Ginevra replies, her voice unusually cold and firm, almost annoyed, cutting off any further response.
I have a feeling those two won’t be great friends...
«The food here is really delicious!» Roxy exclaims, savoring the "delicacies" that I had only just begun to tolerate. Tonight’s nu includes, among other things, what is probably the most disgusting dish of all—a pink-colored gelatin made from lycan entrails. Ironically, now we’re the ones eating them.
«It’s much better than what we ate at the convent... oops.» She is about to bring another spoonful to her mouth when that slimy, gelatinous blob slips from the spoon and slides... right there! Like a snail, the gelatin leaves a trail as it glides between Roxy’s enormous boobs, the whole scene accompanied by moans and gasps that seem almost exaggerated.
No matter what she says, I’m still convinced she’s a porn star! She probably claid to be a nun just to ss with us and have a good laugh at our expense.
«Oh heavens... aaaah... d-don’t slide down there... stop... aaaah,» Rossella moans and gasps rather loudly, drawing the attention of nearby tables—who knows what they must be thinking—while she plunges her entire arm inside her neckline, desperately trying to retrieve the gelatinous cube.
Okay, I can confirm that the ’nun’ isn’t even wearing a bra...
«I... I think I need to go to the bathroom...» Luke murmurs in a faint voice, but Ginevra imdiately shoots him a sharp glare before stomping on his foot so hard that he falls right off his chair.
«If you want, I can help you get it back!» Gerard chis in imdiately, without the slightest hint of sha.
«Oh, of course! That would be very kind of you,» Roxy replies. But a mont later—mysteriously—Gerard also falls from his chair, clutching his aching foot.
«These chairs must not be very sturdy,» the woman notes with naive perplexity as she watches Luke and Gerard fall one after the other. Then, she turns her gaze to —so innocent and devoid of malice that it has the exact opposite effect. «Would you like to help ? I just can’t seem to retrieve it—these damn gelatins are awful!»
I open my mouth—what man would leave a damsel at the rcy of such imnse difficulties?—but my survival instinct forces to slowly turn toward Ginevra, and her dark gaze—I would dare say, murderous—imdiately crushes any thought of helping Roxy, who finally succeeds anyway—after a series of slow and undulating hip movents that I doubt she learned in the convent—in sliding the little pink cube out from under her skirt.
I have a feeling that from now on, things will definitely beco... lively.
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