Operation Red Book

The air was salty and humid, and the unique rusty smell of blood fluctuated among the factors, evoking layer upon layer of fear.

Black gauze-like clouds floated in the sky, covering one-third of the full moon and blocking the pale and bright moonlight.

The night sky is quiet, and the castle standing under the night sky is equally quiet.

Blue roses bloomed in the corner of the castle, and blood dripped from the buds.

Armorhead's servants were deathly silent. They had no breathing and no heartbeat.

As if they had received some kind of instruction, they raised their hands, their movements as stiff as wax figures.

"I should kill you right now, but I still have a glimmer of hope..."

Lord Leon said softly, he let go of Ivy's throat and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, his two milky white fangs making people shudder.

Ivy's body was locked by an unknown force. She couldn't move except rolling her eyes, which made her even more angry.

"It's a vampire again! I hate vampires!" She bit out these words through her teeth.

This is the truth. On the steam train to London, she was held hostage by a vicious vampire.

The hands with throbbing blood vessels lifted Ivy's neck fiercely, and the ghostly face with green face and fangs was within reach.

The sharp fangs like blades cut the blood vessels on the side of the neck, greed and desire flowed in the blood, and death and despair came quietly.

Life slips away, sin breeds, a chill rushes straight to the forehead, cold sweat spreads across every pore...

Thinking of that situation again, Ivy's face turned pale. This incident has become a shadow in her heart, and she still can't let it go.

"I don't belong here. Who sent me in?"

Ivy said calmly, her breathing was even and her voice seemed particularly redundant in the silence.

She had some clues about the person who wanted to kill her, and with some intuition and senses, the list of candidates had been narrowed down a lot, but she still needed more details and clues.

"My story has spread throughout the European continent, and almost everyone knows it..."

Lord Leon said nonchalantly, the breeze blowing up his red cloak behind him, and the bronze sword at his waist was particularly conspicuous.

"Vampires are afraid of me, wizards hate me, werewolf tribes regard me as a tyrannical lord, and the elves have been watching over me for generations..."

"Of course, among them, there are many people who are willing to submit to me. Like me, they hold a grudge against God and shed tears of compassion for me."

"They tried every possible means to find me, and were willing to sink into the world of consciousness where I was imprisoned with a pious heart..."

"Under my throne, they trembled with their legs and bent their knees, closed their eyes and kissed my toes, they shed tears of pain for me, and filled their bodies with delicious blood..."

"Hehehe..."

Leon sheathed his fangs and walked past the piles of helmeted servants.

"They stayed, some willingly, some unwillingly... Although they no longer have blood, they have eternal life. They built the world for me and fought against the world for me..."

The darkness in the gap of the helmet disappeared like a blown-out candle, and white bones appeared from time to time.

Where Lord Leon passed, the helmet changed and shook rapidly.

The heavy armor looked in the direction where Lord Leon left, and his lifeless body did not move.

Live for Lord Leon, die for Lord Leon...

Ivy shuddered violently. This was what she would become, and she knew it very well.

"Countless people are still out there, choosing the right bride for me. If I can get love, they will return to reality with me..."

Leon suddenly turned his head and looked at Ivy with passionate and fiery eyes.

"If I cannot be loved, the bride will stay and accompany me forever in this world..."

He took the hand of a helmeted servant, who was wearing a black and white maid's uniform and stretched out his hands as slender as bamboo shoots.

"You should have seen her. In the world I built for you, it seems to be a strange... mixed school..."

"That weird blonde girl!"

Ivy was shocked, and a series of strange memories flooded into her mind like a tide.

She was confused and didn't know whether this was a dream or reality.

"Her family asked her to go to Copenhagen for marriage, but she was unwilling. I built a unique world for her. The price was that she became my bride and I could get her love..."

Leon let go of the helmet servant's hand and walked towards Ivy with a sharp look in his eyes.

"There are so many humans and non-humans here that I can no longer remember their faces..."

"I don't know who sent you, I just know that you are someone who might be able to save me, so..."

Leon held Ivy's face and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Please, give me some love..."

Ivy's lips were trembling, and her eyes were already filled with hot tears.

A soft sob rose in her throat; she didn't want to see that blurry figure at all.

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

Lord Leon frowned. He gently wiped away the tears on Ivy's cheeks and slowly stroked her neck covered with bloodshot wounds.

"My eyes are swollen from crying, and I won't look good in a wedding dress..."

"I don't..." Ivy stammered, "I don't want to stay here..."

Lord Leon chuckled softly, as if he was already used to it.

"That is not up to you, my bride..."

"I don't want to be here, I don't want to be with you, I don't love ... want to love you..."

Lord Leon's smile froze on his face, his pupils emitted a dangerous red light again, and he clenched Ivy's jaw.

"I don't allow it."

"No matter how you threaten me, I won't obey you, murderer!" Ivy said, gritting her teeth.

"What did you say?"

Black lines climbed up Lord Leon's blue face like vines.

"I said you are a murderer! You have killed so many people, no wonder God wants to imprison you... uh, cough..."

"You, say it again."

"God is right, He is still too kind... Uh, uh..."

"If it were me, I would seal you in a stone coffin and sink you into the trench of the Pacific Ocean. I would then have hundreds of ferocious mermaids roaming around and stab anyone who came close to me to death with their tridents..."

Just as he finished speaking, he felt a piercing pain in his neck. The sharp teeth cut through the fragile skin and pierced into the tender pink flesh.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-" Ivy screamed.

Lord Leon demanded blood without hesitation, his fangs tumbling in the tiny blood vessels, his tongue licking the leaking drops of blood as hard as it could.

"Get out of here! Ah——"

Ivy couldn't move her body at all and could only scream wildly.

She used every word she had to insult, whip, humiliate, and beat him...but it only brought her even greater punishment.

After an unknown amount of time, Ivy's body gradually became numb.

Her voice gradually became quieter and her vision slowly became more and more blurry.

She raised her head and looked helplessly at the darkness that absorbed all light.

The fear of vampires spread throughout her body, and a feeling of despair accompanied Ivy until the last moment before she closed her eyes.

"Blood hole..."

On SCO's hospital bed, Bell, who was taking care of Ivy, noticed the bloody hole on Ivy's neck at a glance.

Circles of purple spots appeared around the blood hole, layers of white wrinkled skin accumulated outside the blood hole, and bright red blood gushed out of the black hole in the center.

"There are two more bloody holes on Miss Ivy's neck!"

Professor White was also attracted. He carefully examined the bloody hole on Ivy's neck with a gloomy expression.

"Bell, go and prepare some potions to maintain her body functions... The wound is very deep and she has lost a lot of blood. If she continues like this, her body will collapse sooner or later."

"What's going on?" Holmes and Moriarty came over.

When they saw Ivy lying on the hospital bed, they were stunned.

What came into view was Ivy's pale face and blue lips, and then the glaring red that had soaked into the pillow.

"The little girl can't hold on any longer. She needs to break the world of consciousness quickly..."

Beatrice held her wand high, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. Her voice was tired and sounded much weaker.

"You can travel freely in the consciousness space, why do you have to let Joshua go in?"

Victor said to Professor White, looking at Joshua who was sleeping on the other side with a serious expression.

"First, I'm a wizard, the most hated enemy of vampires. Second, I don't want to die at the hands of vampires. Third, this little bird insisted on entering the nest!"

"But……"

"Well, maybe this is the fate of both of them?"

Professor White glanced at the two people sleeping on the hospital beds.

"All we can do is to help them with all our strength..."