The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies

The days leading up to the Blood Trial passed quickly for Adele, filled with the warmth and affection of the girls who surrounded her. It was a fleeting respite, a brief moment of peace before the storm.

As the day of the trial arrived, the young vampires gathered at the royal palace, a place forbidden to most, a symbol of the vampire royalty’s power and prestige. Adele, awestruck by the palace’s grandeur, listened as Dorothy, taking advantage of the opportunity, explained the layout of the palace and their destination: a hidden teleportation circle located within an ancient underground palace. Even Dorothy found the palace unsettling, its dark, cold atmosphere reminiscent of a tomb. But whose tomb could it be? she wondered.
The Black Emperor, her ancestor, hadn’t left a body behind; many believed he had simply disappeared, waiting for the right moment to return. Dorothy had heard rumors that the underground palace predated even the royal palace itself, its origins shrouded in mystery.
But Dorothy wasn’t interested in the palace’s history. She had a different agenda, a vision of a possible future she wanted to share with Adele.

“When I ascend to the throne,” she said casually, “Adele, wouldn’t you become the Vampire Queen?” She hoped the idea would take root in Adele’s mind, planting a seed of ambition, making Adele see Dorothy in a new light. After all, compared to the other girls, Dorothy possessed both the highest status and the greatest power. Any rational girl would choose her, wouldn’t they?
But Adele, never one for convention, simply shrugged and replied, “Oh,” her expression unchanged, her heart unmoved by Dorothy’s veiled proposal.
Dorothy, deflated, could only sigh inwardly.

They arrived at the entrance to the underground palace, its age and origins a mystery even to Dorothy. Only the True Ancestors, the ones who had discovered it, knew its secrets. But their status made them unapproachable, their secrets closely guarded. Adele, realizing the futility of her curiosity, quickly abandoned her desire to uncover the palace’s mysteries.
Just then, a familiar, gentle voice spoke beside her, “Are you curious about this place?”
“A little… Whoa, Lady Chen Xi!?” Adele exclaimed, startled by the True Ancestor’s sudden appearance. She hadn’t sensed her approach, a testament to Lady Chen Xi’s power. Even Dorothy, standing beside Adele, looked equally surprised.

Lady Chen Xi smiled, her face a gentler echo of Edith’s. “If you want to know its secrets,” she said, her gaze fixed on Adele, “come find me after the Blood Trial.” Provided you make it that far. She seemed unconcerned with Dorothy, the Black Emperor’s descendant.
Then, like a wisp of smoke, Lady Chen Xi vanished, as if she had never been there at all.
They reached the end of the passage, a massive chamber opening before them, its domed ceiling supporting the earth above. The space was vast and empty, save for the crumbling frescoes on the walls and a large stone platform in the center. Were the frescoes damaged, their vibrant colors faded by time? Or had something been… taken from them?

Adele couldn’t help but gulp, a sudden unease settling over her. If this place didn’t originally belong to the vampires, to the True Ancestors, did that mean they had… stolen its contents? The word “stolen” seemed too harsh, too accusatory. But such thoughts couldn’t be voiced aloud; it would be a disrespect to their ancestors, to Adele’s own ancestors. So she kept her suspicions to herself, feigning the same curiosity as the other young vampires, her gaze sweeping over the chamber.
She spotted Wofoo among Kaiser’s group, the girl still wearing her hoodie and pants, her ash-gray hair dull and lifeless. Adele understood the girl’s reluctance to wear a skirt, the shame of her missing tail a constant reminder of her hybrid status.
Wofoo, initially relieved to be unnoticed, suddenly felt a burning gaze on her, making her stiffen. She hated being watched, especially by vampires. As a werewolf-vampire hybrid, her senses were heightened, a blessing and a curse. It made her more perceptive than most vampires, but it also amplified her vulnerability, her mixed blood a mark of shame in their eyes. She discreetly turned, searching for the source of the gaze. She found it, a familiar pair of pink eyes, their gaze open and direct, a smile playing on Adele’s lips. Relief washed over Wofoo; it was just Adele. There was no need to fear. She could even let Adele touch her ears. But Wofoo didn’t dare to approach, fearing she might cause trouble for Adele. So after a brief glance, she quickly looked away. But Adele’s silent message of concern had reached her, a warmth spreading through Wofoo’s chest.

“Everyone, quiet down.”
A True Ancestor’s voice, amplified by magic, resonated through the chamber. It was Sharon’s ancestor, the strikingly handsome, otherworldly man. Besides their shared bloodline, however, they shared no resemblance. Not all ancestors and descendants were as alike as Lady Chen Xi and Edith.
Sharon and her ancestor were a case in point. Judging from Sharon’s past, this handsome and eternally youthful True Ancestor hadn’t shown much care or concern for his descendants. Otherwise, Sharon wouldn’t have endured such a lonely and neglected childhood, clinging to Dorothy for a sense of belonging, trying to please a father who barely acknowledged her existence. Sharon’s father and this True Ancestor shared a similar aloofness, a detachment that made Adele dislike them both.

But Sharon didn’t think this way.
She simply looked at her ancestor with respect and reverence.
Adele, noticing this, discreetly pinched Sharon’s butt, a silent reminder not to be so naive, her ancestor didn’t care about their blood connection, so Sharon shouldn’t treat it as something precious, otherwise, she might be sold off without even realizing it.
Sharon, confused and embarrassed, glanced at Adele, her cheeks flushing red, but she didn’t dare to protest, just covering her butt…

The handsome and otherworldly True Ancestor on the distant platform seemed to sense something and glanced in Adele and Sharon’s direction.
It ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) was the girl Chen Xi had mentioned.
His eyes darkened, but he suppressed his curiosity.

As for Sharon, as a descendant of his direct bloodline, this True Ancestor didn’t really care about her.
He was promiscuous and had many descendants, what was Sharon to him?
This handsome male True Ancestor was also the only True Ancestor who still enjoyed love and had children.

The other True Ancestors, some for only a few decades, others for a few centuries, had all given up on having children or falling in love.
The concept of lifespan was truly a painful thing.
Watching your loved one grow old and die, powerless to do anything…

It was too painful.
But fortunately, he didn’t have deep feelings for anyone, or rather, his emotions were very shallow.
When his lover reached the end of their life, he would still be handsome and young, even at the final farewell, this True Ancestor wouldn’t feel much sadness.

Perhaps only this kind of personality was most suitable for immortality, only then could one truly play the game of life forever.
He withdrew his gaze from Adele and then, as planned, announced the start of the Blood Trial.
Next was the process of activating the teleportation circle beneath his feet.

He, Lady Chen Xi, and another True Ancestor performed the ritual together.
As they chanted the mysterious incantations, the stone platform beneath their feet gradually glowed with a warm light.
Like sunlight.

But it was gentle, as if it had the power to soothe everyone’s hearts.
But soon, this sunlight was tainted by the True Ancestors’ magic power, turning crimson, becoming alluring and terrifying.
It made one wonder if it was a magic circle leading to hell.

Fortunately, this crimson light gradually faded, and in the end, only a faint scarlet glow remained, flickering in the eyes of every young vampire.
The three True Ancestors opened their eyes at the same time, but their emotions were different.
Sharon’s ancestor was filled with emotion, Lady Chen Xi was sad, and the other True Ancestor sighed.

After so many years, they had returned here again, activated this place again.
This was, of course, not a magic circle leading to hell.
To be honest, to go to hell, they, as True Ancestors, didn’t need to go through so much trouble, to be so formal.

Hell undoubtedly existed, as a place for losers to lie dormant.
What this magic circle truly led to…