Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 64 That day. Fienne stopped by her own residence before going to visit the bedridden Risir. She had placed "that item" she had kept stored in a corner of her room before her eyes. It was the handkerchief she had used to wipe down Risir when he was covered in blood from overload. Fienne felt intense self-loathing. To neither wash nor discard a handkerchief stained with another's blood, but to store it separately. It was something only the insects who pursued and courted her would do. With an expression soaked in contempt, Fienne... ...brought the handkerchief near her nose. Her delicate nose twitched several times. "..." Fienne felt intense displeasure and lowered her head. The handkerchief stained with Risir's blood. The scent emanating from it was not much different from the smell of the young man's blood she had encountered before. No. It was actually more fishy and nauseating. That was what the scent of old blood was like. But why was it that... That scent brought Fienne unparalleled happiness. Simply from the fact that it was that man's blood. Afterward. Smelling the handkerchief became established as one of her methods for relieving stress. It was quite effective. The problem was that it didn't stop at merely alleviating stress. "Haa... haa..." As days passed, the time spent smelling the handkerchief increased. Her efforts to suppress her desires grew stronger. Correspondingly, the backlash created by her suppressed desires became more fierce. A vicious cycle continued where the act meant to relieve stress created yet more stress. No. I can't do this. If that man were to see me like this now, he would surely despise me. Like standing on a tightrope. Fienne was barely clinging to her reason. "I hear you've been frequenting the Magic Tower lately? You must have an acquaintance there?" That was until the insect who unfailingly came to visit mentioned his existence. The intent behind the statement was clear. 'If you won't meet with me, I'll find out who your acquaintance at the Magic Tower is and harm them.' Fienne's stress reached its peak. Her desires also reached their peak. Late at night. Fienne slipped into Risir's residence as if fleeing. Immediately, she saw Risir sleeping soundly. Fienne finally lost her reason. She approached Risir directly and tried to bite his finger. "..." But at that moment. Something came to mind before the pleasure that Risir's blood would bring. It was the image of Risir speaking nonsense to her. If. If he were to see her current state, how would he react? Would he treat her the same as always? No way. He would surely despise her. Her, a monster who craved human blood. "I don't want that..." Fienne put his hand down with trembling hands. The denied desires of a Progenitor began to tear through her body. Pain and craving comparable to what a human on the verge of starvation would feel, or perhaps even worse, dominated her body. Fienne could not control herself and collapsed face-down on the bed. His presence felt through the blanket seemed to slightly soothe her raging desires. Fienne climbed onto the bed and lay face-down over him. Then she took out the handkerchief and buried her face in it. Please. Please. Let this pass like this. Fienne desperately pleaded. For him not to wake up. "Fienne...?" Her wish was not granted. Fienne trembled as she lifted her face from the handkerchief. She met eyes with Risir. "Risir..." In that moment, Fienne forgot all pain and desire and felt pure despair. It's all over now. Having seen her ugly true nature, he would despise her. Their relationship would also meet its end. Sharing meaningless conversations with him, living while mimicking an ordinary human—it was all over. 'Actually, that's good.' Fienne thought she felt relieved. It had been improper from the beginning. For her, a Progenitor, to live while mimicking humans. Despise me if you want to despise me. I don't care how you think of me. Fienne tried to speak defiantly. "I'm sorry..." But what actually came from her mouth was a precariously trembling voice. "I. For a moment, I thought I wanted to drink your blood." "..." "You're disappointed, aren't you? That I'm not the kind of being you thought I was." Fienne squeezed her eyes shut. Like a child admitting wrongdoing and extending their hands before the rod. Thus, she prepared for the coming contempt. "No, well. Isn't that natural?" "...What?" "Fienne. You're a Progenitor, aren't you? It's natural for a Progenitor to want to drink blood." (E/N: Tbh I used Progenitor in translation since some other translations used it too, but a more literal translation is 'Vampire', if that was not obvious already) At the unexpected answer, Fienne blinked blankly. Moonlight coming through the window illuminated Risir's face. His expression now was not much different from Fienne's. A dumbfounded face as if saying, "How obvious." It was not contempt born from resignation. It was complete understanding. Risir regarded Fienne's craving for blood as nothing unusual. "No..." Fienne was at a loss for words. His unprejudiced attitude had always flustered Fienne, but this time it was especially overwhelming. "..." Then. Risir noticed the handkerchief in Fienne's hand. Then he observed her haggard complexion. "Oh my." A sigh escaped from Risir's lips. To his eyes now, Fienne looked like a pitiful child who had starved for days. "Why did you endure it until you got to this state?" "Because! You told me not to harm humans!" "No, I said not to torment innocent people..." Fienne was dumbfounded. Even in this situation, his expression was soaked with guilt. No. Why are you feeling guilty? Fienne finally burst into laughter. After a moment's consideration, Risir spoke. "Fienne. Blood sucking—what kind of effect does it have on the other person?" It would be laughable to others, but Progenitor Fienne didn't know much about the act of blood sucking. Having originally been human, she felt revulsion toward her obsession with blood. She would dominate the other person with full-body interference, then create a small cut on their fingertip. She would let that blood touch her skin. That was the "blood sucking" Fienne had practiced until now. "My method only causes slight fatigue..." "Really? Then—" Risir said while extending his neck. "What about mine?" "Kyaa!" Fienne let out a sharp scream and fell from the bed. "What, what, what are you doing, you shameless man! Cover yourself right now!" Her face turned red enough to be clearly visible even in the darkness. "?" Risir, though bewildered, covered his neck again. "What? Isn't this how it's done? Then how do you usually do it, Fienne?" "Do, do you... know what you're saying right now?" “What, you don’t get it?” He chuckled and said. "If you're going to do it anyway, it's better to do it with me, isn't it?" Rather than forcing yourself to take someone else's blood and causing problems, it's right to drink the blood of me, who completely understands you. That was Risir's intention. I wish I could be your only target. That was Fienne's interpretation. "Ah, uh..." Fienne covered her small face with both palms. "Shameless man... how can you say such things so casually..." "?" After a moment. Fienne lowered her palms slightly to reveal her eyes. She cautiously observed Risir's reaction with upturned eyes. "Are, are you serious...? Are you confident you won't regret it...?" "...just how much are you planning to suck—" "That's not what I mean!" Once again. Fienne spoke while cautiously observing Risir's reaction with upturned eyes. "After this... you won't say something different later, will you...?" "Come on. Would I ask you to return blood that's already been taken?" "That's not what I—... No. Never mind." You won't despise me later after this, will you? Fienne decided to keep that question to herself. Judging by Risir's reaction, it seemed like an unnecessary question. "..." Fienne carefully approached and grasped his hand. "Are, are we really doing this!? This is your last chance to back out!?" "Oh my. The food will get cold." "...I don't know anymore either." Gently. Fienne put Risir's index finger in her mouth and bit it. "...!" In an instant. Her eyes widened greatly. Like a baby tasting sweet food for the first time in their life. Her tongue carefully touched the finger. Soon, her tongue actively entwined around the finger. And as the bleeding gradually stopped— She began to gently suck. Fienne carefully began to suck that finger. Moist breathing sounds flowed from Fienne's mouth. "..." Risir closed his eyes. For a different reason than Fienne. 'Damn. This is way more sensual than I thought.' Fienne was purely(?) blood sucking, but he felt like he might have lewd thoughts about her appearance. That absolutely couldn't happen. 'FBI open up...!' (E/N: NOW!) Feeling the urgent need to shake off his worldly thoughts, Risir decided to actively utilize memories from his previous life. Conveniently, there was one method that could be usefully employed in this situation. Imagining the person furthest removed from sexual feelings wearing a bikini. (E/N: Oh no. *Vomiting*) 'Who would that be?' Coincidentally, what came to mind first was a certain elderly man with dreadlocks. 'Kraaahhh!!!' Risir suffered severe damage to his soul as the price for completely shaking off his worldly thoughts. "...?" Fienne stared intently at Risir's finger. Why did it suddenly become cold? *** A soft sound that flowed through the dark room the moment Fienne removed Risir's finger from her mouth. A transparent thread connecting them slowly descended. "..." Fienne hurriedly wiped his hand with a handkerchief. It was a clean handkerchief, not the blood-stained one. "Fienne. Don't tell me you'll keep that saliva-stained handkerchief too...!?" Thud. Fienne threw the handkerchief at Risir's face. Then she hurriedly left the room with her head down. Soon. A small voice was heard from beyond the door. -...stupid man. The retreating footsteps were infinitely light. *** "Young Lady. It's dangerous to wander around at this hour. Hmm? Just who is at the Magic Tower that you're out on such a late night—" On the way back to her residence after parting with Risir. There were those who blocked Fienne's path under the guise of coincidence. It was Tord's group. She had been in such a good mood for once. It was the moment when Fienne's thoroughly elated expression was about to contort. "..." The words Risir had said just moments before suddenly came to mind. -No, I said not to torment innocent people... Fienne looked at the insects before her eyes. Were they truly innocent? -Lady Fienne. Please don't get involved with them... Only those who got involved with them and then disappeared... Then, the words spoken by the prostitute who followed Fienne came to mind. "Ha...!" Fienne burst into laughter. "What's this, Fienne. What's so amusing? Are you that happy to meet me?" "...Yes, I'm happy." For appearing at just the right time and just the right place on their own. Fienne wanted to become self-sufficient in Bondaless through her own power. Because she didn't want to burden that man. Furthermore, because she wanted to become someone who could earn that man's recognition. For instance, by building a high social position. -No, I said not to torment innocent people... Fienne, who was exceptionally cheerful and motivated, realized that there were more paths than she had thought. "Tord. I have something I'm curious about regarding you." "Finally?" It was the moment his eyes were about to glisten with lust. In the darkness, the Progenitor's eyes emitted light. Her pupils that held pure white were dyed red like wine. *** ────────── [Target is under Word of Command] [Target: Tord (Lv.35) ────────── *** The next morning. Risir's Honorary Mage appointment ceremony proceeded successfully. He received congratulations from numerous mages and was reborn as a proper mage of the Gray Magic Tower. And that night. ────────── [Target is under Word of Command] [Target is under Word of Command] [Target is under Word of Command] [Target is under Word of Command] [Target is under Word of Command] ... ... ... ────────── The Bondaless North Back Alleys were experiencing sudden change. *** Recently, suspicious rumors had been circulating in the back alleys of Bondaless. The owner of the Bondaless North Back Alleys had changed- And the rumor was that no one knew who that owner was. "Since that's how things are, Risir. If you have occasion to pass through that area, be careful. Try to take a detour if possible." "Huh, the world is truly becoming ominous." *** ────────── ▷Fate 86: Traffickers - has been deactivated. ──────────