My Players Are So Fierce

“But judging from your previous dependence on me, little guy, it’s clear that with just one command from you, Adel would indulge in the pleasure of serving and fulfill all your needs…”

“Don’t speak so obscenely!

I’m not that kind of person.”

Murphy shook his head and explained,

“I have already given the Origin blood to Adel.”

“But she hasn’t used it, has she?”

Triss snorted and resumed playing the video on the Calculating Pearl, watching the delightful performance, she said,

“I admit that this kind of enforced affection is not beautiful, even repulsive, but if this is Adel’s own choice, then I think pretending not to notice is quite unfair to her.

You know, calls that go unanswered can turn into quite terrifying things, especially since we are vampires who are constantly resisting the allure of the abyss.

If you don’t want Adel to degenerate into a monster, you will need to find a way to address this issue.

Either force her to consume the Origin blood or respond to her expectations!

There’s no third option.”

“My head hurts!”

Murphy rubbed his eyes and asked,

“How do the other vampire patriarchs deal with such problems?

For example, Salockdale and you…”

“Offspring of other vampires could never harbor such delicate feelings for their patriarchs, except for some masochistic deviants who pursue such twisted experiences with zeal.

Murphy, you still don’t understand the difference between you and typical vampires.”

Triss sighed and continued,

“Which vampire patriarch would be as gentle as you with their offspring?

You’re so tender that you barely exact the necessary blood tax.

Do you know what other vampires would do?

When Adel would have bonded with them, at least one-third of her strength would be taken away, and that level of exploitation is deemed ‘merciful’ in our society.

You can’t imagine how Salockdale treated me, Murphy.

There was a time when I truly felt like a suffering servant in the darkness.

But have you ever ordered Maxim or Adel to do something they didn’t want to?

From the perspective of a traditional vampire, your handling of your offspring is indulgent.

You’ve never even whipped them, which leads to an attitude from both Maxim and Adel that could be described as ‘impudent’—at least that’s how it appears lacking in due respect to other vampires.

Tsk, tsk, way too gentle.

I suppose, in addition to the obligatory lure of the blood bond, your gentleness has also played a part in Adel’s growing affection for you in the shadows.

You know she hasn’t often been treated with such tenderness in her life before.

The same goes for Maxim.

Only Maxim regards Loyalty as the highest honor, while Adel desires…

more than just loyalty.”

At this point, Triss glanced at Murphy and whispered,

“If you don’t know how to handle it, I advise you to treat her as I treat you.

I really don’t mind sharing a lover with another vampire; our race is quite open-minded about these matters.

That’s why many vampires can get along and ‘play’ with the Shadow Elves.

Of course, my ultimate acceptance is preconditioned on her being trustworthy and respectable.”

“I refuse!”

Murphy shook his head and said,

“My affections are not so abundant that I could share them with two people and still feel at peace…”

“This isn’t about your personal desires, Murphy.”

Triss shook her head and asserted,

“You’re just a vampire fledgling; you’re still viewing all of this through a human lens, but when you remain youthful at 100 years old, you will realize that human morals mean nothing to you.

And when you celebrate your 200th birthday, the midnight solitude in your heart will drive you to seek out that spiritual strength to endure eternity.

When you turn 300, and you find yourself alone in this world, you will come to realize that in this eternal curse, the feelings required to sustain oneself…

are the cheapest of all.

When you’re 400 years old, you’ll believe me!

By then, you will be glad to have not only me but also Adel by your side.

Two pillars of the soul are enough to get you through the first 500 years of immortality, and by 600, you will find that even two may not be enough to fill your heart…

Murphy, time is unforgiving to everyone.

It punishes us eternals differently than it does humans, but punishment is punishment all the same, and if you don’t want to be worn down into a heartless stone by its ruthless lashing, you need to constantly seek out amusements for yourself.

Sometimes, a bit of indulgence isn’t such a bad thing.”

“I believe this is the first time I’ve seen a crazy woman actively encourage her husband to seek other women.”

Murphy retorted,

“Do you sound like you’re settling affairs, as if you are afraid you will suddenly leave and I’ll go mad, so you’re arranging things with Adel in advance?”

He squinted, crouched in front of Triss, and looking into her somewhat evasive enchanting eyes, he said very seriously,

“Triss, I’m asking you once more, are you hiding something from me?”

“Not at the moment, at least.”

Triss spoke softly,

“Murphy, we are all haunted by our pasts.

I promise you, when it’s time to tell you those things, I will not keep any secrets.

But you already have enough troubles to worry about.

So let me fulfill my duty as your senior and not add to your burden.”