What witch? The Deadly Pharmacist!

This was all part of the Earl's plan, so intervening... wouldn't that be tantamount to truly becoming an enemy of the Earl?

Leon's heart sank at this thought.

This is not the kind of petty squabbles he had with Weiss in private before, but a major issue that could lead to the breakdown of their relationship if discovered!

But Weiss was not insignificant to him. Weiss had helped him, and aside from their relationship, Weiss also had the medicine that could cure Selene, something only she could concoct!

Ultimately, the reason he chose to ally with the Earl was to save Selene, whom he had personally sent to prison.

He didn't know what the Earl's purpose was in plotting against Weiss, but if this conflicted with his own interests, he would have to make a choice!

"Where are you? Can you explain?" Leon asked, staring at the magic mirror.

To make sure they could hear each other clearly, they brought their faces very close together, almost able to hear each other's breathing.

“I’m…I’m…” Weiss gasped as she looked around. “This is…an exhibition hall? There are lots of statues, knights’ armor…” Her gaze drifted to the window. “There’s a red brick tower across the street…”

Would Leon really help her? That would be an enormous risk; Leon might even report her instead.

But Weiss has no energy left to think about those issues. She is now in dire straits, tormented not only by her primal urges but also by a sense of helplessness and isolation.

But her memory was too hazy; she couldn't remember how she got here, and going out to check again risked being seen by others.

“Red brick towers…exhibition halls…” Leon quickly recalled.

During the previous assessment, he actually took a walk around the main campus.

It would be difficult for an ordinary person to recall a place they had casually glanced at a few months ago based on just that description, but Leon was able to use the blessing of the supreme god to replay his memories and quickly went through them in his mind.

Then, the red brick tower appeared somewhere in my memory, and opposite it was... the old art museum located northeast of the Church of the Creator, where there was indeed a deserted exhibition hall!

"I understand. You wait there, and let me know immediately if you change locations!" Leon instructed.

“Hmm…” Weiss responded with difficulty.

The mirror then returned to a completely black state, and Leon put it away.

Weiss clutched the mirror, huddled in a corner, and began to wait anxiously. At this moment, all she could do was pray that Leon would arrive soon.

She lost track of how much time had passed in this agonizing ordeal when she heard a slight noise.

"Have we arrived?" She was slightly excited for a moment, and subconsciously opened her domain perception. The blessing of blood could help her sense the heartbeats of creatures that appeared within a certain range around her.

She had some difficulty concentrating and it took her several attempts to finally get a feeling.

The moment she sensed it, her blood suddenly went cold, because she sensed multiple heartbeats nearby!

What appeared here was a group of people, definitely knights who came to search for her!

The door she had closed before hiding was suddenly kicked open, and a group of knights, led by Bishop Beckett, stormed into the exhibition hall.

“The bloodstains outside are clearly visible. Come out yourself!” Bishop Beckett drew his loaded gun. “You have nowhere to run, Weiss Rogers.”

Weiss's hopes were completely dashed. As her body cooled down, she finally regained a fleeting moment of composure.

There were no other exits from this exhibition hall, and if she tried to break through the window and rush out from this distance, she would inevitably be shot.

Now we have no choice but to surrender. Even if Leon arrives, what good will it do? He might even get implicated.

With that thought in mind, she straightened herself up and dragged her heavy body out from behind the sculpture.

All the gun barrels were pointed at Weiss as she appeared, and the knights, in coordination with Bishop Beckett, formed a volley formation.

Upon seeing Bishop Beckett and the regular knights, Bishop Weiss's barely suppressed impulse surged up again.

"Don't shoot..." Weiss raised her hands, managing to utter a voice before her sanity faded, "I... I was framed..."

If she gets shot again, even if she doesn't die, she will completely lose control.

If someone else had discovered her, they might have prioritized controlling the situation at this point due to Cardinal Zevin's orders.

But this time, the person who found her was one of the people who framed her.

Bishop Beckett's gaze was icy as he prepared to aim at anything other than Weiss's vitals. Without warning, a burly black figure suddenly burst through a window and into the exhibition hall. The sound of shattering glass immediately drew everyone's attention!

Bishop Beckett's gaze shifted for a moment, and he couldn't even see the dark figure clearly, because the other party was too fast. Even the speed at which he fell to the ground after breaking the window was abnormally fast. He even landed before the shards of glass.

Before they could even blink, the dark figure accelerated further, leaving afterimages as it pounced on Vice.

Before anyone could react, Leon, now a werewolf, lowered his body and charged forward, using his shoulder to strike Weiss's waist and hoisting her up.

Time speeds up!

Chapter 151 The Kiss of the Vampire

Bishop Beckett was the first to move his gun and fire at Leon. He did so almost without thinking, relying entirely on his honed battlefield reflexes.

However, when Leon activated time acceleration, it wasn't just his body that accelerated, but also his consciousness. This was nearly four times faster than that of an ordinary person. To Leon, the movement of the gun muzzle by Bishop Beckett was like a slow-motion replay!

Four times faster!

He stomped his foot to lower his body and accelerate further, moving like a ghost, easily dodging Bishop Beckett's shots, rushing behind a knight statue, raising his foot to kick it hard, and the scattered pieces of armor rained down on the knights.

Bishop Beckett and his knights scattered to take cover. The knights drew their lances and fired in unison without aiming. Although each knight only had one bullet, it did create a horizontal line of fire.

However, Leon glanced at their slow-motion aiming and estimated the range of their fire. He stomped his foot into the floor and leaped up, using the werewolf's strength to carry a man and jump a full two meters into the air, the knights' shots passing beneath him.

He leaped towards Bishop Beckett in the direction he had jumped, and at that moment Bishop Beckett finally caught a glimpse of the intruder's true identity.

In order to rescue Weiss discreetly, Leon had already changed out of his uniform and put on a gray monk's robe. Bishop Beckett saw the beastly face under the hood of the monk's robe.

Werewolf!

The moment he saw the werewolf leap towards him, Bishop Beckett not only did not dodge, but also drew his second spare gun without hesitation.

The opponent's movements and reactions were incredibly fast, but he couldn't use the momentum to accelerate in the air. He could only move based on the initial speed of his jump and the trajectory caused by gravity. With himself in the air, the opponent couldn't easily dodge the bullets by twisting his posture. This was the perfect opportunity for him to severely injure his opponent with one shot!

The werewolf that leaped drew a parabola that defied the laws of physics, and almost instantly approached Bishop Beckett.

Leon's use of time acceleration distorted Bishop Beckett's prediction.

Bishop Beckett's heart sank before he could even draw his gun. He watched as the werewolf's claws left an elusive afterimage, and he could only instinctively twist his body to dodge.

However, the claw still slammed down on his shoulder with such force that it dislocated his shoulder and caused him to lose his balance. Moreover, the claw pierced deep into his skin and muscles, tearing several deep, groove-like wounds along his upper arm.

Bishop Beckett fell to the ground and rolled around, and the nearest knight drew his sword and rushed to Leon's aid.

With lightning speed, Leon raised his hand and kicked the knight in the chest.

In Leon's eyes, the knight flew through the air as if in slow motion, knocking down the people behind him.

Before the remaining people could give chase, he seized the opportunity to carry Weiss and break through the encirclement, fleeing through the door.

Bishop Beckett gripped his bleeding arm, gritted his teeth, and pushed hard despite the excruciating pain, forcefully repositioning the joint. He then led the chase, never letting go of the gun in his hand.

However, when he led the others to give chase, Leon had already sprinted away at a speed that no human could match, completely exceeding the effective killing range of their pistols.

But Bishop Beckett still raised his gun and did his best to bestow the blessing.

The rune of the Mystic God slowly appeared behind the sprinting Leon. Weiss, who was being carried on Leon's shoulder, saw the rune and immediately warned, "Behind you!"

Leon heard Weiss's drawn-out warning, and after hearing the word "after," he turned around and saw the rune that had appeared, as well as Bishop Beckett in the distance, who was trying to snipe in slow motion.

Leon suddenly swerved to avoid the direction directly opposite the rune. Bishop Beckett fired, and the bullet, transmitted by the rune, grazed past Leon!

Leon leaped again, powerfully scaling a wall and disappearing from their sight.

"Chase them! Chase them quickly!!" Bishop Beckett ordered the knights to give chase.

"Your Excellency, let me bandage you!" A knight produced an emergency bandage.

"Get out of the way! Go after them!" Bishop Beckett shoved the knight aside, losing his composure like never before.

This time he really couldn't stay calm. This was a completely unexpected situation. A werewolf who appeared out of nowhere kidnapped Weiss right in front of him!

After sending the knights away, he activated the talisman and attempted to contact the Earl.

After a moment, he heard the count's reply: "What is it?"

“My lord…” Bishop Beckett reported as he wrapped bandages around his arm, “an unexpected situation has occurred!”

……

Leon carried Weiss as they ran along the path, panting heavily.

The intense time acceleration just now was quite extreme, even for him in his werewolf form. He needs to recover for a while before he can use Blessing again. The fact that he can carry Vice and keep running is entirely due to his strong werewolf physique.

“Leon? You are…Leon?” Weiss asked, leaning on his shoulder. “What’s wrong with your current posture…?”

She felt a little better now, and as she pressed herself against Leon, the murderous urge not only didn't surge up, but actually subsided somewhat.

This means that the other party is also a member of the Moirai family.

In that fleeting glimpse, she also saw the werewolf's appearance. At that moment, there was only one person who could arrive at the scene to save her.

Leon, who possesses the blessing of the supreme god, would suffer severe side effects from taking the beast-transforming drug to become a werewolf. That should be the blessing of Moirai, but how could Leon have the blessing of a witch?

Putting aside the conflict between the blessings, there has never been a precedent of a man receiving the blessing of Moirai!

Sensing that Leon's pace had slowed, she struggled to get a closer look at him.

"Don't move." Leon observed the surroundings, then slipped into a hidden narrow gap between the two houses before carefully putting Weiss down from his shoulder.

He needs to rest and recover his strength, otherwise he won't be able to activate the Time Acceleration Blessing again if he encounters pursuers next time.

While we are far from being absolutely safe, at least we can breathe a sigh of relief.

He had already distanced himself from the group of knights, and besides that, he could vaguely sense Bishop Beckett's location—the moment he scratched Bishop Beckett, the curse on his claws and the blood seeping from his fingertips were injected into Bishop Beckett's body.

In that instant, he had at least the chance to risk killing Bishop Beckett, but he knew that doing so could have devastating consequences. The entire church was now searching for Weiss, and the death of a bishop here would exacerbate the problem, making his goal of rescuing Weiss from the Archdiocese even more difficult.

The cursed blood can remain dormant indefinitely, so there's no need to rush to kill someone. Moreover, with the cursed blood present, he can roughly sense the location of Bishop Beckett.

Leon and Weiss stood facing each other at extremely close range in this narrow gap. Weiss looked up, while Leon looked down. One was a vampire, and the other was a werewolf.

"It seems we both have some secrets," Leon sighed.

Their eyes met, and both were breathing rapidly. Leon was exhausted, while Weiss was experiencing a blood addiction attack.

But Leon quickly recovered, while Weiss became increasingly agitated.

Although Weiss did not harbor any murderous intent towards Leon, who was also a Blessed by Moirai, the bloodlust caused by the loss of control over her magic had not been quelled.

"Are you alright?" Leon asked, as Weiss's condition did not seem to have improved significantly.

“Leon…” Weiss said weakly, “Could you give me some blood?”

"You want to drink blood?" Leon was taken aback.

He had heard rumors that vampires fed on blood.

"I've been poisoned by a magic potion, and now I can't control my magic. I'm about to lose control... I need blood to relieve the symptoms... Please!" Weiss pleaded.

The vampire's demon form can replenish and regulate its magic power through blood-drinking. Theoretically, externally supplied magic power can somewhat mitigate the effects of potions.

Moreover, at least by calming her blood addiction, she could concentrate a little more on resisting the urge to kill.

Leon stared at Weiss for a moment, noticing the bloodstains on her body. It seemed she had been shot and the injury was not minor.

Vampires can exert abilities by drinking blood, but they can also exert abilities by using cursed blood; the risks are equal for both.

Weiss is in a very bad state right now, and it looks like if nothing is done, things might really get out of hand.

“Okay, come on.” He quickly came to a decision, retracted his werewolf transformation, and then pulled open his collar to get closer to Weiss.

"Ha, ha..." Weiss could clearly feel Leon's heartbeat and the blood rushing through her body, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

An uncontrollable craving for blood began to surge within her. Her eyes flashed red, and she slowly opened her mouth, revealing sharp canines. To Leon, this scene appeared exceptionally alluring.

Following her vampire instincts, Vice gripped Leon's shoulder tightly and bit down.

Leon felt a sharp, stabbing pain at the base of his neck, and then both Leon and Weiss frowned at the same time.

“…You seem to be biting my collarbone.” After a moment of silence, Leon reminded him.

"I'm sorry!" Weiss hurriedly said.

She had never experienced a blood addiction due to uncontrolled magic before, let alone directly taking blood from others like this. At most, she had tasted blood samples taken from her assistant nun and monsters in this manner for research purposes.

She carefully shifted her position and clumsily bit down, her long, silvery-white hair cascading over Leon's shoulders.

This time she finally found the vein, and fresh blood kept oozing from the wound. Warm blood plasma flowed into her lips, and an unprecedentedly strong magic also flowed into her body.

Like parched land receiving timely rain, the satisfaction of her blood addiction brought a tingling, pleasurable sensation that made Weiss involuntarily shiver.