D' Ultimate Lich King

A deep crimson mansion stood by the lake, shrouded in thick fog, exuding a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

Its inhabitant was unknown, but even from afar, the mansion projected a sense of hopeless despair, a suffocating weight.

From the outside, it appeared to be a hundred square meters or so; however, the interior was far more expansive, seemingly infinite, with long, winding corridors that seemed to stretch endlessly.

Remarkably, despite its size, not a single servant was visible within the mansion. Yet, the cleanliness was impeccable; the corridors and windowsills were spotless, free from any dust.

"As you requested, tonight's dinner is cheesecake and Ceylon tea, Miss,"

In the empty dining hall, a long, circular table sat under the dim light of candles. A young woman, dressed in a maid's uniform, spoke respectfully to the girl seated at the head of the table.

"Thank you, Sakuya,"

The girl, her fingers intertwined as if toying with her bright red nails, nodded slightly before lifting her gaze.

"How is Flandre today…?"

"The young miss is behaving well; no fussing or crying."

"That's good. Please take Flandre's portion to her as well."

The girl, addressed as "Miss," and seemingly the mistress of the mansion, instructed.

Sakuya, the maid, curtsied slightly, took a few steps back, and then vanished into the darkness as if absorbed by the shadows.

Flandre… is she Flandre's sister?

Arthas awoke from a deep sleep, having traversed a peculiar dream.

The sights and experiences were not his own memories, but he wasn't surprised. Masters who form contracts with Servants sometimes gain glimpses into the Servant's memories through dreams.

Arthas didn't know much about Flandre Scarlet, this fictional Servant, but her words revealed she had a sister.

However, their relationship seemed far from amicable; despite it being a dinner party, the sister was absent.

The conversation between the mistress and maid suggested Flandre was being kept confined somewhere.

It was also evident that the Scarlet family wasn't particularly affluent; the mansion seemed to house only the mistress, the maid, and Flandre herself.

"Haven't felt this awake in a long time, have you?"

Arthas murmured to himself, finally understanding the underlying sorrow concealed beneath the girl's smiling words.

The sky was just beginning to lighten; his wife, Illya, slept peacefully beside him. Arthas smiled gently, carefully tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

He couldn't quite recall the events of the previous night clearly, only remembering a long stroll through the streets of Fuyuki City with Flandre, returning to the Einzbern annex late at night.

Despite having slept for less than a few hours, Arthas felt remarkably refreshed. Leaving the bedroom, he headed straight for the living room.

On the living room sofa, the girl with the golden side ponytail appeared to have not slept at all, casually swinging her legs.

Servants don't require sleep, Arthas mused, wondering what the girl had been doing in the vast annex during the quiet hours of the night.

This Einzbern annex bore a striking resemblance to the mansion that had once been the girl's home.

"Would you like something to eat?"

Arthas asked, settling down beside her.

"Servants don't need to eat, you know."

Flandre turned, looking at Arthas with a serious expression. However, she quickly narrowed her eyes, fixing her gaze on Arthas's neck, revealing an expression that…

It was difficult to describe; while Arthas found it strange to label a young girl as lecherous, that's precisely how Flandre's current gaze struck him.

"If I had to say, a vampire's sustenance is, of course, blood. If Master would be so kind as to offer a little… that would be wonderful."

"Blood, huh? No problem, if that's what you desire, Flandre."

Arthas replied nonchalantly. His relationship with Flandre wasn't that of a Master and Servant, but rather like that of a father and daughter; a little blood was hardly a concern.

Moreover, judging by Flandre's expression, she seemed to be quite thirsty for blood, prompting Arthas to wonder if she hadn't had a blood meal in quite some time.

This was certainly a possibility; after all, through the dream, Arthas had gleaned some information about Flandre Scarlet; the girl seemed to have been confined within that mansion for an extended period.

"Really? Thank you, Master."

Flandre had merely made a casual suggestion; she hadn't expected Arthas to actually agree. Her eyes twinkling with delight, she leaned towards Arthas, practically collapsing onto him.

The girl's unique, subtle fragrance wafted over him—similar to the scents of Illya and Sakura. However, unlike those two still-youthful girls, Flandre's scent possessed an additional layer of allure, a captivating fragrance only mature women exuded.

It was a seductive allure that even Illya couldn't match, a fragrance as intoxicating and dangerous as a deadly poison.

After all, Illya was only a year older than Sakura, while the girl before him, despite her youthful appearance, was a vampire of unknown age.

Arthas pondered these thoughts as he adjusted his posture, allowing the girl to comfortably settle against his shoulder, positioning his neck directly beneath her lips.

Inhaling the delicate aroma emanating from his skin, Flandre, unable to restrain herself any longer, revealed her cute little fangs, and gently bit into his vein.

He felt a slight prick, like a needle, followed by an immediate absence of sensation. Flandre nestled against Arthas, softly sucking, emitting contented sounds, like a pampered kitten receiving affection from its master.

Gently stroking Flandre's back, mindful not to cause her to choke from sucking too quickly, Arthas couldn't help but smile warmly at the girl's blissful expression.

However, a sudden, unexpected change quickly made Arthas feel uneasy. It was as if the blood in his entire body was boiling and burning; his hands holding the girl involuntarily tightened, moving restlessly; an inexplicable urge welled up within him.

What… what is happening?

Feeling this unfamiliar surge of desire, Arthas was both bewildered and apprehensive.

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