Her mind was a ss.
rcy struggled to hold onto her fading vision.
Arms and legs bound by magic.
Half-collapsed on the bed, there was a faint scent.
Approaching her was the owner of this place, Lina Rosewell.
Ugh.
Initially, it was fear.
Lina Rosewell was clearly not in her right mind.
The Bloodstone Cult drained vitality from the blood of others.
Resistance was futile. rcys lips trembled.
Sweet.
Linas lips touched rcys neck. She expected it to draw blood, but instead, a long, red tongue trailed along her collarbone. In the rough and tantalizing touch, Lina quickly bit her lips.
Dont be too scared. Its my first ti too. But itll definitely feel good. You might even want to beg for more.
A voice worn by agony. Linas breath carried a strange heat. The contagion of blue mushroom spores. It happened through the exchange of bodily fluids. Since the process was akin to a communion, the pheromones emitted by the diator were irresistible to the recipient.
Lina Rosewell gently caressed her.
Beyond the tender and ticklish touch, an incessant groan poured in. The red light emitted by the stained moon intensified the heat.
rcys toes trembled in the face of this fatal temptation.
This cant be
No matter how hard she tried to resist, it seed impossible to withstand Linas warm breath. Rationality, fortified by fear, began to crumble like a dam with a hole.
Thump, thump.
A heartbeat knocking as if to break reason.
Hah.
A voice announcing the completion echoed from rcys throat. Linas eyes curved like a crescent moon.
As Linas lips teased rcys body, about to absorb the heated bodily fluids, sothing unexpected happened.
Rustle.
A light breeze swept through.
Lina turned her head towards the door.
A strand of her cold hair fell.
Simultaneously,
Clang.
A diagonally dotted line carved on the door split in half and fell to the ground.
Knock, knock.
A long leg erged through the split door. Seeing this unexpected sight, Lina muttered in bewildernt.
Sharon Pierce.
Sharon scanned the room, furrowing her brows. She didnt care what the two won were doing. Her only concern was Linas condition.
Stop.
A rapier was suddenly thrust out.
Lina chuckled.
Its just like Sharon, the Frost Knight, to point your sword at from our first eting.
Step away from her and raise your hands.
I dont want to?
Lina, fixing her gaze on Sharon, brought her lips to rcys body. As rcys neck twitched, her eyes grew even redder. rcys legs trembled.
It seems she enjoys it too.
Rustle.
A clean sword blade.
Instead of an answer, the opposite side of Linas hair was cut. Linas lips slightly hardened.
Ahh. The side hair is hard to grow. Too much. Hehe.
Snap out of it, Lina Rosewell.
Am I not in my right mind?
Stop the nonsense.
You know, Sharon. Many people like those who enjoy the cold, but because of that personality, they often feel jealous and envious. Trust only in your skills and dont be too arrogant.
Oh, did you know that too?
Hah.
Sharon let out a short sigh.
What caused Lina Rosewell to change so much?
Theres no hint as to what it might be. The plan was to clean up Ian starting from the disciplinary committee. But now, it might all be falling apart.
Its ssed up. Why?
Does it really look that way? Lately, people have been looking at strangely, with odd eyes. Its just wounds, wounds. Ahaha.
Lina laughed lightly.
In that mont, it seed like the usual Lina Rosewell was glimpsed.
Inglam.
And then, the summoning of high-ranking spirits continued like flowing water.
Splash!
The rapidly unfurled frosty mist from Sharons sword saturated the air.
Overwhelming magical power. If she hadnt exerted her full strength, it couldnt have been stopped.
Sharons pupils were dyed with astonishnt.
On the other hand, Lina Rosewell grinned brightly.
But Ive beco stronger than before, havent I?
Well, what do you think? Are you starting to pay a little more attention to what I say now?
Sharon stared at Lina in silence.
Whether she took it as a sign of surrender or not, Lina sat back on the bed, shaking her legs and continued speaking.
You know, Sharon. Wasnt I always a bit struggling?
Speaking in a tone as if confiding in a close friend.
It would have been unusual for the original Lina Rosewell.
Always smiling, considerate to others, kind all the ti. Thats how people see Lina Rosewell, right? But you know whats funny?
Smirk.
Lina walked towards the desk, lifting a small doll.
Embroidered on it was the phrase To my dear friend.
Once I started struggling, no one helped .
Whirr.
The doll turned into ashes.
Certainly, it used to be sothing cherished, but not anymore.
Swish.
Lina waved her hand, dispersing the ashes.
Ive lived being extrely kind, you know? But when I was starving and struggling, no one ca to help . Hehe
Linas body wobbled unsteadily.
Despite the madness felt in her movents
Sharon Pierce spoke up.
Ian Blackangers took care of you.
That b*stard!
Clang!
Lina Rosewells expression, as she slamd the desk, turned nacingly dark.
Can you not ntion that b*stards na?
Werent you in the sa class as him? You must have been friends.
Friends? Whats that? What a ridiculous idea. We just happened to be in the sa classroom.
He helped you out, and that fact is already well-known.
Sharon, isnt it the sa for you?
My case is different.
Quite amusing. Who do you think gave you that sword as a gift? If we calculate based on what you received, you probably got more than I did.
How do you know that?
Just as you said, we were classmates. I had plenty of opportunities to observe him. Ian.
Sharon fell silent.
Lina, having won the argunt, chuckled.
But soon, her laughter crumpled.
Ian Blackangers.
Thoughts about him once again invaded her mind.
Lunchbox. Prepared items. Endless favors. And the betrayal and sense of being stabbed in the back.
Suddenly feeling inferior to Ian, who was better than her in every aspect.
Feelings of hatred and disgust.
Just thinking about Ian made all those emotions swell up.
Her brain burned hot.
It felt like she might explode and beco a fool.
I hate it.
?
Lina began muttering to herself.
The items he handed over. The lunchbox he clearly made. All of that disgusts more now.
I hate how he gets in my way, irritates , to the point where I want to kill him.
But Sharon, listening to what you said, it makes sense He used to prepare food for .
Why do I keep thinking about that b*stard?
I want to try it again. That lunchbox.
With eyes deeply bloodshot, Lina Rosewell murmured while swaying her head.
Her appearance was truly chilling.
Sharon Pierce understood the characteristics of what she saw.
Sharons mother had the sa symptoms, and she had attacked young Sharon to suck her blood, so Sharon was certain.
Beginning stages of bloodlust infection.
Bloodlust?
It ans that you are becoming a mber of the Blood Cult.
Not possible.
Everyone thinks theyre the exception.
But Ive never encountered a Bloodstone Cultist?
Lina tilted her head in confusion.
That she could maintain such rationality at the beginning of the bloodlust infection was comndable. Of course, that couldnt be the reason not to spare Lina.
Sharon thought with the handle of her sword in hand.
Why did you co here?
It seed suspicious. The relationship between you and Ian
What do you an?
The Kirtos anonymous chat. There, Leaf Masks comnts were in favor of Ian Blackangers.
How does that concern ?
You were the one who operated under the alias Leaf.
Linas eyebrows twitched for a mont.
Ahaha. Got caught, huh? Even though I purposely toned it down a bit. It seems that wasnt enough.
At that ti, you spoke favorably of Ian Blackangers.
I was just stating common sense.
Why is that common sense?
If that guy really did sothing wrong, wouldnt it be enough for him to face punishnt from the disciplinary committee? Why bother coordinating stories?
Thats what makes it suspicious. To cleanly handle a target, you need to move more surely and strategically.
At Sharons words, Lina briefly tapped her own lips.
Why did she put so much effort into dealing with Ian?
Of course, she also had thoughts of wanting to eliminate Ian, but that was a collection of montary impulses.
Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind.
Hey. I just rembered sothing now.
?
Among the three of you, is there anyone who has a grudge against Ian?
Sharons expression stiffened.
The current Lina wouldnt miss such a sight.
Our cold city girl Sharon has such a tense face? Heheh.
As expected.
What?
Its clear that your girl, Lina, is in cahoots with Ian Blackangers.
Ian Blackangers, who had recently shown a changed deanor.
If this woman sided with him, it would explain everything.
Handle Lina first, then slowly deal with Ian.
Sharon looked at the scattered rcy on the bed.
It should be enough evidence. The honor of the family would not be damaged.
Exterminate the Blood Cult.
The current Lina Rosewell was strong enough to be treated as an exception.
Of course, even more so than Sharon herself.
However, it could be countered.
This entire conversation was Sharons intention.
Sharon had read everything from Linas breath to simple gestures.
One strike.
One strike would be enough.
She had confidence that she could hit it no matter how suddenly she attacked.
So, die, Lina Rosewell.
The mont when Sharons azure-blue sword was about to be used, aiming precisely for Linas forehead
Boom!
The ceiling collapsed, and a figure appeared.
Oh my. I seem to have taken a wrong turn.
It was Ian.
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