Chapter 74 Scary Dragoness

Virelle's POVI explained in detail about the enemies, especially the number of blood slaves and the deranged state of the Blood Countess. I concluded with our speculation regarding Prince Lucien being the perpetrator behind the event.

My chest heaved as I finished the long tale and started explaining our arrival to this room and Ethan falling into some sort of illusion or mind control when he glanced upon the giant wolf head. I waited for some reaction from Master but she remained silent and her gaze had turned to the position where Ethan was standing.

I followed her line of sight and was shocked to find that a tall woman in sinister black armor had appeared in front of him. Only her back, where a snarling black dragon head was carved on her armor, was visible to me from this angle but her prominent black dragon horns reminded me who she was, The NightShade Dragoness.

It was a name prominent for its terror and magnificence the title held in the noble and power circles of the Blood Veil Continent.

She was present with Ethan when I was first summoned in the throne room today where Master had introduced her as the supposed master of Ethan.

Ethan is very blessed to have such caring people and strong connections, this thought involuntarily crossed my mind reminding me of my situation. My mood took for the worse as the realization settled but I shook my head and erased the envy I felt.

He is not like those other privileged and lucky young masters that always flock to me with their disgusting intentions, I had a small smile on my face and suddenly the memory of me sucking his finger crossed my mind unexpectedly.

I went into a daze suddenly and felt as if I was back in that moment again when he had looked at time with a shocked and amused expression.

A mix of emotions including embarrassment, shame, and a sweet feeling I couldn't quite identify swirled in my heart. I was caught off guard by the rush of conflicting sensations.

A soft sigh broke my reverie and pulled me back to the present. I looked up to see the dragoness stroking Ethan's cheek. Her touch was surprisingly tender and she even traced his lips with her thumb but he showed no reaction.

A shiver ran down my spine as goosebumps prickled my skin. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. A perplexing thought surfaced in my mind, What is she doing? Is this really something a master should do?

I frowned and my expression contorted with discomfort but before I could dwell on the thought, a suffocating and deathly dark aura filled the room. It struck like an unseen wave that pressed down on me with such intensity that I felt my knees begin to buckle.

The weight was overwhelming and squeezed the air from my lungs that left me trembling.

Just as I thought I might collapse, a hand rested lightly on my shoulder. The crushing pressure vanished instantly and I repeatedly gasped in relief with my chest heaving up and down.

I turned my head and saw the shadowy hand of Master resting on me. Her mere touch had dispelled the unbearable aura.

Without a word, she disappeared and reappeared beside the terrifying dragoness whose suffocating aura continued to roil like a storm. A crimson barrier enveloped the two of them, shutting out the rest of the room.

Big Brother and I exchanged bewildered glances and neither of us dared to speak anything. Instead, we waited in silence but the tension between us remained palpable.

Altheria's POV

I summoned a crimson barrier with my core energy, ensuring it was impenetrable to anyone below the Heaven Connection stage. The protective dome shimmered faintly and isolated us from prying eyes and ears.

Turning to my side, I observed Nyx's dark and volatile raging aura that crackled with power and seemed to distort the very fabric of the space around her.

Her face was obscured by the curtain of black hair cascading down her face, shielding her expression from my view. Her anger was palpable and I could sense it from the way it was radiating in waves. It made me uneasy but I sighed as I had to console her.

Frowning, I placed a steadying hand on her shoulder and spoke calmly.

"Control yourself, Nyx," I said firmly. "Ethan isn't in any immediate danger. He's not stuck in a life-threatening situation. That wolf head…" I hesitated briefly and irritation flickered across my face.

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"I didn't realize it still held residual power. I should have thoroughly exterminated it. It seems the royal werewolf bloodline isn't as simple as I thought."

I paused to gauge her reaction. Her aura didn't abate but she remained silent and I could tell she was listening to some degree. I continued, my voice gentler now.

"From the looks of it, Ethan is trapped in an illusion or a memory fragment. He'll wake up soon, I'm sure of it. There's no need for you to worry so much."

As I spoke, the shadowy aura that had covered my body dissipated. I floated slightly off the ground, raising myself to Nyx's level to meet her gaze. My words seemed to have achieved the desired effect as she slowly, lifted her head though she didn't reply.

Instead, she raised her right hand toward the massive wolf head and her fingers curled into a claw-like gesture. The air around the giant head of the wolf darkened and the temperature plummeted as an ominous energy surged forth.

Space itself trembled and warped. Cracks spread across the air like fractured glass, and the wolf head was reduced to unrecognizable shreds. Due to it being a relic of so many years past that even I didn't remember, no blood was shed when it was crushed into fragments.

It began to disintegrate even further under the crushing force. Nyx's movements were precise yet devastating.