My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2303 -768: See, This Is the Proper Way for a Lord and Their Progeny to Interact

“Oh, look at how weak and downfallen I am. I guess you two will have to put in extra work for the upcoming service. Why don’t you start by entertaining me? What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes!”

This vile guy even used the power of the Blood Covenant, forcing the trembling Bow Knight to remove her outer armor. Lionea looked humiliated, but she couldn’t resist the power of the Blood Covenant.

“Enough, Lady Yvette!”

Though Maxim was brave and determined, he had never seen a scene like this before.

Unable to listen any further to these words of degradation, he said loudly:

“Lionea will not serve you anything. She has served you as a vampire for a hundred years! In the war at the Blackflame Mountain Pass, she brought honor and a precious victory to the Blood Covenant Clan with absolute courage and dedication.

All of this was just to exchange for a promise.

A promise of freedom!

When Lord Paryen arrived at the Shadow Valley, I dared to plead with him, and the Millennium Lord recognized Lionea’s work and efforts, and he agreed in principle to this matter…”

“But we are discussing ‘freedom’, Maxim of the Blood Vulture Clan!”

Yvette coldly interrupted Maxim’s argument, scolding:

“Since the establishment of the Blood Covenant Clan, no vampire has obtained that supreme gift. You may not realize it, but the Lord chose to leave this matter to me, which was actually his subtle refusal of your unreasonable request.

The Blood Covenant is the foundation of vampire civilization, and the source of the Midnight loved ones’ strength and unity. What you ask is for me to personally destroy the sacred link of the Blood Covenant knight, which in the eyes of any vampire is a desecration of tradition.

You are asking for something I can’t give you.

I cannot start this precedence!

Besides, does Lionea not have a mouth?

Is this something you have to say on her behalf? How did I not know that my little Sasha found her a ‘spokesperson’ in Transylvania?”

“I… what Mark said is exactly what I hope.”

Behind Maxim, under the oppression of the Blood Covenant, Lionea fought against the surging desire to submit in her heart and said with trembling:

“This is neither arrogance nor a desecration of vampire tradition. If there is a problem with the tradition itself, then my desire becomes a completely normal demand!

You sent me to Transylvania to assist the Blood Vulture Clan. It made me see with my own eyes how the Grand Duke of Triss and Lord Morphy rebuilt their homeland, and I saw a clan that is rapidly growing without relying on the Blood Covenant.

I saw true unity, rather than a Crimson Army formed under coercion.

The remarkable performance of the Blood Vulture Clan in Transylvania and the Black Disaster proved that we don’t need the Blood Covenant to live well; this was the first time in a hundred years since my revival that I got a definite answer!

Master Yvette… Miss!

I demand you grant me freedom!

I am willing to give everything for that vial of Origin blood that breaks the fate.”

When she first opened her mouth, her voice was still weak, but by the time she finished speaking, it had turned into a determined roar, which not only stunned Yvette but also made her obedient attendants look on in surprise.

The entire room fell silent at that moment, with only Lionea’s rapid breathing filling the air.

“Ha, the coward of the past has grown up. My dear Sasha, it seems that stubbornness and conservatism hidden in the bones of the Moon Elf have been reawakened by a strange man. It took me a hundred years to bring you from that detestable falsehood into reality, but this man overturned all my past efforts in less than eight months.

Is this the power of ‘love’ that is so detestable?”

Yvette spoke with a calm but slightly sarcastic tone:

“Do you remember why I had to revive you during the Black Disaster a hundred years ago? I obviously had many choices, but I still chose you, who were not outstanding in terms of strength and talent, as my offspring.”

“You did it just to humiliate me. No, you did it to humiliate my family. You attempted to personally cause a Garenode Elf who believed in the moonlight to fall to the same stance as you, to prove to the Shadow Elves and the other elves over centuries-long confrontation some terrible truths you believe in.

You just wanted me to know that every elf has a side to fall, only other elves hide it better with more hypocrisy. You wanted to prove that Shadow Elves are not inherently rebellious, you wanted to overturn the foolish actions of the Elfin King Court planning life by bloodline.

Yes.

I am just a tool, just your tool to prove your truth.

My personal thoughts and my choices never mattered!

You don’t really like me…”

Lionea said softly:

“Whether I can truly obtain it seems meaningless to you. My very existence is the best proof of your mockery of those tribesmen’s hypocritical habits.

This is a vicious joke.

You’ve played for a hundred years and still seem enthusiastic about it, otherwise I can’t explain why you allowed me to live in a relatively free state for a whole one hundred years.

You talk about expecting my service, but actually, no one hates me more than you do, while other vampires shouted to the Mother of Midnight, I who still adhered to praying to the moonlight seemed utterly hideous in your eyes…

Lady Yvette, back when the Shadow Elves had not left the Castia Kingdom, and before Lady Spider was born, you were a Moon Sacrifice, and you abandoned your faith to become the most degenerate ‘legend’ in the Moon Temple.

I have had enough of this distorted relationship!

You’ve tormented me for a hundred years, now please grant me freedom, I will remember your grace.”

When Lionea mentioned the term “Mother of Midnight”, Yvette’s body shivered slightly.

Some bad memories plunged her into anger, she withstood the increasingly severe headache and scolded loudly:

“You know all this, then you should understand even more that you are not merely an ‘offspring’ to me. I will absolutely not agree to your unreasonable request. I will not give you freedom, give up! Fool, until you renounce that damn worship of moonlight, you can only remain beneath my…”

“Bang”

The door was pushed open at this tense moment, and Morphy walked into the room, he said in a low voice:

“What a twisted relationship, no wonder other vampires are so secretive about the Blood Covenant. I always knew, from the moment it was born, it was extremely ugly, and what I witnessed today further confirmed my belief.

It seems that Lady Lionea’s request and devotion are still not enough for you to take her longing seriously, so let’s add one more condition: The Third Lord, Lionea will participate in the action of slaying The Master of Hunting. If she can return alive…”

Morphy glanced at the stiff body of Yvette, with a smile, he said:

“Then the Mother of Midnight will also ‘pardon’ your crimes, and both of you will gain freedom. Isn’t that fair?”

“This is between me and my offspring! Lord Morphy, you have no right to interfere!”

“All right, all right, before I roll out, I have one last question, please answer me seriously, Lady Yvette, now, is the dignity of the Mother of Midnight clearly visible?”

“Ah!!! Roll! Take her and roll! You Transylvanian scoundrels! She must die once… I gave her a second life, she must repay…”

“Very well, shall we consider this agreed upon?”