The story of the black silk female knight

Valensa had once curiously crawled into this coffin to play around. The space inside was actually quite large, with a soft bed. Two people could sit cross-legged inside, drinking beverages, eating snacks, or playing cards.

More importantly, the coffin was very well soundproofed, especially since Fran had set up a magical seal inside. Even if Valensa wanted to say something nice outside the coffin, Fran inside wouldn't be able to hear it.

So Valensa didn't say anything directly to the coffin, but instead pulled out the little bat that was sleeping inside her clothes and forcibly woke it up.

This little bat is Fran's magical clone, awakened from its slumber, much like forcing someone to answer a phone call.

Moreover, this magical clone is even more advanced than a video call, as it can synchronize not only sight and hearing, but also touch.

So Valensa didn't give the little bat a chance to fall asleep again. She immediately grabbed the little bat in her hands and teased it non-stop, saying all sorts of sweet things to make Fran happy, and occasionally kissing the little bat a couple of times.

The little bat quickly became overwhelmed, as if it were drunk and dizzy. Even when Valensa let go, it couldn't fly away and instead flapped its wings cutely, spinning in circles in Valensa's palm.

Valensa intensified her offensive, continuing to coax and apologize, showering people with sweet words and even reciting a poem in a pretentious manner.

Fran finally couldn't hold on any longer.

pat.

The coffin lid popped open, and a small hand shot out from inside the coffin like lightning, grabbing at the back of Valensa's neck.

Valensa noticed, but didn't dodge. She was caught by the little hand and then slipped into the coffin with a whoosh. The coffin lid slammed shut with a snap.

"Haha, sorry Fran..."

Valensa, who was dragged into the coffin, was not flustered at all. Instead, she turned around and hugged Fran, continuing to sweet-talk Fran in an attempt to coax her.

"Okay, okay! I know everything! Stop spouting your sweet talk to girls!"

Fran angrily interrupted Valensa:

"I didn't say I wouldn't help you. I just didn't expect you to be completely unaware of anything, and I misunderstood your meaning... Ugh, I'm so angry... No way, I have to bully you a bit to vent my anger."

"Fine, fine~~ You can bully me to vent your anger."

Valensa smiled obediently and obediently raised her black-stockinged buttocks, swaying them gently.

"How about you just beat me up like this, Fran?"

"Tch, don't think I don't know you."

Fran rolled her eyes:

"So you're going to bully me? That's more like a reward!"

"Uh, hehe~~"

Valensa turned around again, somewhat embarrassed.

"How do you intend to bully me, Fran?"

"emmmm..."

Fran pondered for a moment, then gritted her teeth:

"Then let me take a big bite out of you and suck some blood... Blood rich in magical essence is quite a drain for us vampires, and I'm going to lead a team to hunt down bandits later, so I'll use your blood to strengthen myself. Your blood is a great tonic for us dark creatures, and it's also very sweet."

"Gulp~~ Alright then."

Valensa panicked slightly when she heard that she was about to be sucked again.

But upon closer reflection, Valensa realized that having her magic drained and having her blood drained were two different things, and since her body had already recovered considerably, she finally agreed.

She voluntarily removed her divine particle armor, pulled down the collar of her black stockings, revealing her snow-white neck.

"Gudong."

Fran swallowed hard, her eyes suddenly turning bloodshot, revealing her small, sharp teeth:

"Then I'll start eating!"

Soon, Valensa was pinned down on the soft bed inside the coffin by Fran and forced to drink her blood.

The blood-sucking behavior of vampires is essentially still a hunting behavior. So when they suck blood, vampires secrete a special substance into the prey's body, making the prey feel very comfortable and even addicted to the feeling of having their blood sucked.

Therefore, in ancient times, there were many blood slaves who were willing to be toys and food for vampires.

The new generation of vampires are not as good as the ancient vampires in this respect, but they still have the ability. Fran's drinking of blood made Valensa squint her eyes, seemingly very comfortable.

As she felt more and more comfortable, Valensa began to experience blurred vision and her eyelids grew heavy... Finally, she closed her eyes and fainted.

Before losing consciousness completely, Valensa seemed to hear Fran's sobbing:

"Hey? How are you? I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry... Your blood was just too sweet, I couldn't control myself... Please don't die!"

Valensa certainly won't die. Theoretically, even if Fran drinks all her blood, she will only passively enter a god-like state and might lose control again, but a beating will make her fine.

However, Fran managed to control her appetite in time, and Valensa's blood loss only caused her to faint; she was not in any real danger.

Low- to mid-level healing spells cannot quickly replenish lost blood and are not very effective for excessive blood loss, but high-level healing spells can. And since this is the Sun Church in the royal capital, there are several priests who know high-level healing spells.

So Valensa woke up not long after she fainted, next to Fran with red eyes and a worried look on her face, and Shira with a strange expression.

"I'm fine, I'm fine... Actually, having your blood drunk is nothing, it's just that I've been feeling a bit weak these past two days, which is why I fainted."

Valensa first reassured Fran with a few words, telling her to focus on leading her men to eliminate the bandits, before turning her attention to Sila, whose expression was strange:

"What's wrong, Sister Xila?"

"Who on earth is so powerful?"

Seeing that Fran had left to carry out her mission, Sila no longer concealed her gossipy curiosity:

"For you to be experiencing this kind of physical weakness due to excessive indulgence... it definitely can't be Tia, she absolutely couldn't do it. Even if Rika reverted to her succubus nature, she probably couldn't do it either. I should be able to manage it if I revert to my tentacle princess form and team up with Rika... the super endurance boost that the evil god's bloodline gave you is extremely powerful."

"Uh……"

Valensa was a little surprised that Sera would ask so directly, but considering that Sera's true form was a tentacle princess, it seemed to make sense.

She sighed, made no attempt to hide anything, and simply explained what had happened.

"The first Great Witch? That sounds amazing... Her taste must be incredibly wonderful, right? I really want to have a good spar with her."

Sylvanas's eyes lit up, and she even lost control of her divine magic disguise, as several tentacles flashed and disappeared beneath her priestess's skirt.

"Um... I can ask around for you if I have the chance."

Valensa gave a perfunctory reply and quickly changed the subject:

"By the way, am I alright, Sister Sera?"

"fine."

Xila waved her hand confidently:

"It's just excessive indulgence and blood loss. For an ordinary person, it might be a life-threatening situation, but for you, a couple of days of rest will be enough to make you fully recovered."

"Phew, that's good then."

Valensa breathed a sigh of relief, then thought for a moment and said:

"In that case, I will not stay in the church to recuperate."

"Row."

Xila has no objection:

"But you'd better not replenish anyone's magic power these next two days, and you'd better not get into any fights."

"oh, I understand now."

Valensa nodded.

When Valensa woke up, she found a small bottle about the size of a thumb next to her pillow. Inside the bottle were a few drops of crimson blood, which should be Fran's blood rich in magical essence.

She carefully put away the small bottle containing the blood, then left the Church of the Sun and returned to the property that Melina was in charge of managing, intending to rest there for a couple of days and spend time with Melina.

However, she still needed to discuss this matter with the people in Jilan Town. That very evening, Valensa used magic communication to send a message there, explaining her plans.

Less than half an hour later, Tia teleported over angrily, looking like she wanted to catch Valensa doing something wrong on the spot.

At this moment, Valensa was lying in a rocking chair looking sickly, vividly telling Melina about America's experiences.

"Hey?"

This situation greatly surprised Tia:

"So you really did recuperate here with Melina and didn't secretly go drinking with brothels?"

Why would I be drinking with brothels?

Valensa was both amused and exasperated.

"Am I really that bad in Tia's eyes? Do I always try to sneak off to drink and carouse whenever I have the chance to act on my own? And doesn't Tia have a secret technique that allows her to see what's going on with me? Why did she come here in person?"

"I... Hmph."

This time, Tia had nothing to say and could only roll her eyes.

She also made the mistake of habitual thinking... When she used the Linking Arcane to secretly observe Valensa's situation before, she happened to see Valensa drinking with prostitutes several times.

Now Valensa used a similar excuse, which made Tia think that this time would be the same... so she didn't even use a secret technique to observe and verify before directly arresting people.

"Don't you know how weak I am right now, my dear? Last night you forcibly drained a lot of my magic, and today Fran bit me hard... sigh."

Valensa took the opportunity to feign pitifulness, even deliberately making her face appear paler:

"According to Sister Xila, if my evil god bloodline hadn't already awakened, I might have faced a life-or-death calamity this time."

"what?"

Tia's anger immediately turned into worry, and she rushed to Valensa's side, personally using her magical senses to check Valensa's body.

Then she discovered that although Valencia seemed to be deliberately playing the victim, she was indeed much weaker than usual and needed to rest.

"Hmph, I'll consider you to have passed this time."

Tia breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at Melina:

"I'll leave this idiot to you to take good care of these next few days, Melina."

"Don't worry, Lady Tia. Taking care of the young lady is my only purpose in life."

Melina smiled and nodded, then asked curiously:

"Judging from your tone, Lady Tia, it seems you don't intend to stay tonight?"

"No, what she went to the Sun Church to get this time is quite important... I came here for two reasons: first, to see if she is doing anything wrong, and second, if she really needs to rest here for two days, I need to take that thing back with me."

Tia first offered an explanation, then looked at Valensa:

"Where's the stuff?"

"At this."

Valensa quickly pulled out a small vial containing Fran's blood and a design drawing of a very cool, silver-white two-handed greatsword:

"This is my design for Frostmourne. Please, Sister Friedeja, make sure it looks exactly like this!"

"Let me see..."

Tia carefully put away the small bottle, then took the design drawing and started looking at it. But after only a couple of glances, she glared at Valensa with annoyance:

"You're such an idiot... Can Your Highness even lift such a big sword?"

Chapter 12 Even Female Knights Need to Cultivate Power

"This... should be okay, right?"

Valensa muttered uncertainly.

Frostmourne is a classic two-handed greatsword. If it were made entirely of metal exactly as it appears in the game, it would probably weigh dozens of kilograms. Even an adult man would find it difficult to wield easily, let alone a weak woman like Princess Mum who has been drained of her vitality by her beauty.

"But isn't Sister Friggia planning to give her a power-up? Even if Her Highness couldn't wield such a greatsword before, maybe she could after the power-up?" Valensa asked again.

"Oh dear, you're so silly."

Tia complained irritably:

"What Her Highness wants to enhance is her adaptability to necromancy and her own willpower, not her strength. She still can't lift it! In short, your design won't work!"

"But what would Frostmourne be like if it weren't like this!"

Valensa was unwilling to give up: