Chapter 42: You Came All This Way Just to Kiss Me?

The red meteor trailed a gorgeous tail of light across the night sky, carrying an indescribable sense of elegance.

Phyllis touched the burning Mark on her neck with a wry smile.

It wasn’t an illusion; Carola was really here!

Right above the Catkin village!

‘How could Carola be here?’

“Was she here to take her back?”

But it had only been half a month since Carola let her go…

Countless thoughts raced through Phyllis’s mind, but her body had already reacted.

Phyllis threw open the window, letting the night wind gust into the room.

At this hour, most of the villagers were already asleep.

She couldn’t let Carola land in the middle of the village!

This thought was crystal clear.

Phyllis flipped nimbly out of the window, her soft paw pads hitting the grass outside with barely a sound.

Then, her figure blended into the night as she ran toward the outskirts of the village with Agility and speed.

The red meteor naturally sensed Phyllis’s movements.

It altered its trajectory and began to descend toward the area outside the village where Phyllis was headed.

Ultimately, the red meteor landed in a forest clearing outside the village.

There was no world-shaking explosion, only a ripple of dark red light that quietly spread out, startling a few nocturnal birds into flight.

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In the forest clearing.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, outlining a tall and elegant figure.

“What… what are you doing here, meow?”

Phyllis stopped behind a tree at the edge of the clearing.

After taking several deep breaths, she looked at Carola.

Carola stood by a tree, her red Gothic dress remaining perfectly still in the night breeze.

She wore red high heels, and her long white hair still reached down to her waist.

She looked no different from when they had parted half a month ago — still just as… captivating.

Carola’s gaze fell upon Phyllis.

The ice in those red eyes melted slightly, though the undercurrents in their depths grew more turbulent.

Carola slowly walked toward Phyllis, her high heels making a slight rustling sound as they stepped on the soft fallen leaves and grass.

Phyllis watched nervously as Carola approached step by step.

Under the moonlight, Carola’s face was so beautiful it seemed unreal, and her blood-red pupils were locked onto her.

Phyllis felt very conflicted.

She didn’t want to lose her peaceful life, yet she still felt something for Carola.

“I just…”

Carola’s voice was somewhat hoarse, sounding very different from what Phyllis remembered.

“I wanted to see you.”

The answer was completely unexpected.

But thinking about it carefully, it seemed reasonable.

However, in Phyllis’s imagination, she thought Carola would say she was taking her back, or at least speak with a commanding tone.

She hadn’t expected this… almost vulnerable expression.

“We’ve only been apart for half a month, meow.”

Phyllis took half a step back.

‘I missed you, too!’

Carola stopped in front of Phyllis.

The distance between them was so small they could feel each other’s breath.

A familiar scent drifted into Phyllis’s nose on the night wind.

She had smelled it long ago.

“Half a month is still too long…”

Carola reached out, her fingers lightly brushing Phyllis’s cheek.

Phyllis’s heart skipped a beat.

This was the first time she had seen Carola like this.

The yandere tendencies and the desire for control had faded, leaving only a nearly fragile obsession.

“But you let me go…”

Phyllis tried her best to keep her voice steady.

“You’re the one who let me come back, meow.”

“I regret it!”

Carola’s words were so blunt they startled Phyllis.

Her fingers slid from Phyllis’s cheek to her neck, gently tracing the Mark from their Master-Servant Contract.

“Every day and every night since you left, I have regretted it. You belong to me, yet I let you leave.”

Phyllis felt a wave of dizziness.

It wasn’t just because of Carola’s words; her body was actually responding to Carola’s touch…

“Am I really worth you liking me this much, meow?”

Phyllis finally asked the question she had been holding onto.

Carola didn’t answer. Instead, before Phyllis could react, she leaned in and gently kissed her lips.

The kiss was light and cool.

“Mmm-meow?”

Phyllis’s mind went blank.

She could only feel Carola’s lips lingering against hers before the kiss slowly deepened.

Then, she felt Carola’s arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Phyllis wanted to push Carola away, but her hands uncontrollably gripped Carola’s dress instead.

She wanted to say something, but the words vanished into the tangle of their lips.

After what felt like an eternity, Carola finally let go.

“Hah… hah…”

Phyllis panted, her cheeks flushed and her blue eyes wide with confusion.

“What was that? “

Doing that right as soon as they met…

“I…”

Phyllis had only said a single word when she watched in surprise as Carola’s body swayed.

Those red eyes, which were always sharp and powerful, suddenly lost their focus.

As Carola’s body tilted forward, Phyllis instinctively caught her.

“Carola?” Phyllis cried out in panic as she held the unconscious woman.

“What’s wrong with you?”

‘This shouldn’t be happening! Fainting from a kiss? Even if someone was going to faint, it should have been me!’

At that moment, Phyllis realized something was wrong with Carola’s aura.

There weren’t any visible wounds on her body.

However, Phyllis had read in the Library that the Blood Tribe was special.

Usually, even when injured, they rarely left physical wounds.

This was especially true for a High-tier Vampire.

Their regenerative powers were incredibly strong.

Therefore, when a member of the Blood Tribe was injured, usually only their aura would change.

“Was Carola injured?”

Phyllis’s heart sank.

Having spent so many days with her, Phyllis knew exactly how powerful Carola was.

Just how strong would someone have to be to injure Carola?

Still, Carola didn’t look like she was being hunted.

For now, she probably didn’t need to worry about pursuers.

It was just that Carola had forced herself to travel such a great distance to find her despite being injured, and even…

Phyllis looked down at the unconscious Carola in her arms, her fingers lightly stroking the woman’s face.

Under the moonlight, Carola’s face had lost all its aggression and dominance, leaving only a nearly delicate charm.

If Phyllis remembered correctly, this was the first time she had ever seen Carola’s sleeping face.

“You’re a dummy, too…” Phyllis murmured.

“Running all this way while injured, just so you could… kiss me, meow? Am I really worth you liking me this much, meow?”

Phyllis sighed and carefully picked Carola up.

Though Phyllis looked small and weak, her constitution had been enhanced by the System, making her far stronger than a normal member of the Catkin race.

Besides, Carola wasn’t heavy.

Picking her up was no trouble at all.

The problem now was where to take her.

She definitely couldn’t bring her back to the village.

The other villagers would find her immediately.

Carola had kidnapped her once before, and then there was the Master-Servant Contract.

If the villagers discovered Carola’s presence, many things would be very difficult to explain.

As for taking Carola to the Sacred Ground?

That was also impossible.

Phyllis thought for a moment and began carrying Carola toward a secluded location.

She remembered an abandoned wooden cabin there.

It was a seasonal shelter used occasionally by the Beastman Race during hunting trips, so it should be empty this time of year.

“When you wake up, I’m going to make you explain everything…”

Phyllis whispered to the unconscious Carola.

“Otherwise, I won’t forgive you for traveling all this way while injured just to… just to kiss me, meow.”