Chapter 18: Why Has Carola Become So Gentle?

'I really still can’t accept it…'

Felice clutched the blanket and stared at the ceiling, murmuring to herself.

That thought seemed to carry a strange kind of magic, circling endlessly in her mind.

By now, it was already noon.

She did not get out of bed, instead continuously replaying what had happened the night before.

When their playful teasing the previous night reached an ambiguous atmosphere, Carola had taken the initiative and done something more intimate with her.

When Carola’s lips drew close and that familiar scent completely enveloped her, Felice’s body reacted before her mind could catch up.

She turned her head aside.

That tiny movement was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing all the lingering ambiguity in the air.

Silence followed—brief, yet suffocating.

Felice had been very nervous at the time and had even prepared herself for a violent storm.

Being grabbed by the throat and interrogated? Being forced to…

But none of that happened.

After being rejected, Carola did not do any of those things. Instead, she held Felice and lay down together beneath the soft blankets, even subtly adjusting her position so that Felice could nestle comfortably in her arms.

One hand gently stroked Felice’s back at an unhurried rhythm, while the other toyed with the little tuft of hair still sticking up on Felice’s head.

That, instead, made Felice feel a little embarrassed.

“There’s a lot to do today. If you’re tired, get some more sleep.”

Carola’s voice was calm, giving away no hint of emotion.

Felice really did feel somewhat drained. After waking up and clashing again, her mind was also worn out.

And being held like this by Carola, that steady, rhythmic stroking strangely gave Felice a sense of reassurance.

“Okay…”

Felice closed her eyes, lying there in Carola’s arms, preparing to drift back into sleep.

Just before she did, however, Felice heard Carola let out a quiet sigh.

“Your blood really is quite miraculous…”

When Felice woke again, she only felt emptiness beside her.

Carola had already left to rest elsewhere.

'Something’s not right…'

Felice suddenly sat up in bed, several strands of her black hair sticking up wildly.

'Why is she suddenly so easygoing? This doesn’t match the yandere script at all, meow!'

Based on the experience from works she had read in her previous life, at a moment like that, shouldn’t the darkening meter skyrocket, followed by a forced-love route? At the very least, she should have stormed off with a cold expression, right?

'So what was that gentleness about?'

“System interface!”

Unable to think of an answer, Felice silently called for the system interface in her mind.

The interface appeared in response before her, the panel displaying her current status.

Aside from Agility increasing by 20 points, becoming 45 points in total,

All other attributes and conditions were the same as before, with nothing new added.

Felice closed the system interface.

So what was the reason, exactly?

Felice threw off the blanket, stood up, and stretched lazily.

But just as she stepped forward, she felt something was wrong.

“Ow!”

Bang!

Felice slammed straight into the door.

Too fast!

The significant increase in agility left Felice temporarily unable to fully control her body.

She had moved according to her usual walking habits, but the greatly increased agility stat doubled her stride.

As a result, she failed to control herself and collided with the door.

Felice leaned against it, not daring to move for the moment.

After a while, she slowly extended one foot, carefully adjusting herself to adapt to her current speed.

Thankfully, it was still her own body.

Before long, Felice adapted to the new pace.

At least she would not be crashing into walls anymore.

“Grrrr…”

Just after her body adjusted to the new agility, Felice’s stomach voiced its protest.

Felice tapped the bell by her bedside, signaling to the doll attendant that she was ready to eat.

After ringing the bell, she opened the door and headed toward the dining hall.

Perhaps because of her increased speed, by the time Felice arrived at the dining hall,

The doll attendant had not yet finished preparing lunch.

Felice could only sit and wait for a while.

Fortunately, the wait was not long. The doll attendant soon brought the lunch and placed it before Felice.

It was fish again, but this time there was also a small side dish of caviar.

Felice scooped up a spoonful of caviar and placed it into her mouth, savoring the taste carefully.

Mmm—delicious!

Already ravenous, Felice wasted no time and began eating heartily.

“Mmm—munch—meow~”

…

“Jarvis, do you think Carola has changed a lot recently?”

In the library, Felice—who had been sitting on a high chair at the desk, unable to find an answer—could not help but ask Jarvis, the ghostly administrator of the library.

“Yes! Master has changed quite a lot lately!”

Ghost Jarvis gave his reply.

“Right? That’s exactly how I feel! She’s so different from when I first met her!”

Felice had not expected that even Jarvis, who rarely left the library, had noticed it too.

It seemed the change really was significant.

“She’s become gentler lately…” Felice tilted her head, her blue eyes filled with confusion. “That can’t be normal behavior, can it?”

“Well…” Jarvis floated in front of Felice, the soul fire flickering with a contemplative glow. “I have seen many vampire lords before. This change in Master is indeed quite rare. Usually, when a vampire awakens their Primordial Blood, their personality becomes more… extreme. But Master seems to have learned restraint recently.”

“Restraint? And what is this Primordial Blood anyway? Meow~”

Felice felt like she could not process so much information all at once.

“Yes. Primordial Blood amplifies all the desires of the awakened vampire—the thirst for power, the craving for blood, and the obsession with territory. As for what Primordial Blood is… you can take a look at this book.”

Jarvis drifted toward a bookshelf, his intangible hand pulling out a thick black-covered volume and handing it to Felice.

Felice took the book and looked at the title on the cover: Primordial Blood: Blessing or Curse?

She opened it and began to read.

Inside were detailed records of several vampires throughout history who had awakened Primordial Blood.

Without exception, all of them eventually became extremely brutal rulers, and in the end were either overthrown or destroyed themselves amid endless desire.

“So Carola will eventually also…”

Felice closed the book.

“She originally would have,” Jarvis nodded. “But now, some uncertainty has appeared…”

“She actually tried so hard to restrain herself last night…”

Thinking back to what had happened, Felice immediately felt an even deeper sense of guilt.

“So, Jarvis, can you infer why Carola has changed?”

Felice asked the ghost Jarvis once more.

“As for that…” Jarvis’s soul fire flickered. “I do have a hypothesis.”

“What is it?”

Felice blinked.

“It may be because she drank your blood.”

Jarvis answered plainly.

“Why?”

Felice could not help but ask.

“Because… the biggest difference compared to the past is the arrival of you, Ms. Felice. And Master’s changes also began after she drank your blood…”

Jarvis explained his reasoning.

“That does seem possible.”

At that moment, Felice also recalled Carola’s sigh that she had heard before falling asleep again the previous night.

'My blood… is it really that miraculous?'