"Are all vampire family situations so bloody?" After listening to Ophelia's story, Michelle hesitated for a moment and crossed her arms. "It's in line with their style, but it's definitely beyond my expectations. No wonder Nisha never mentioned her mother."

"You know, this is not a topic that can be discussed casually, so I want to find the best time." Ophelia held the steering wheel: "And Nesa has been very busy recently. I'm afraid she doesn't have much time to talk to us about this. I don't think she is willing to do so."

"Excellent."

Michelle held the car door with one hand and sneered, "You want to continue to get into a woman's heart, and the person you choose to discuss with is me."

"is it not OK?"

This time, Miss Butterfly Knife did not reply immediately. Instead, she looked at the road ahead in silence for a long time.

Ophelia didn't say anything and continued to control the steering wheel.

"You are responsible for my mother's death, Ophelia." Michelle finally turned her head, and the veil on her face had been completely torn off: "From the moment you forced her to join the gang, she stepped into this abyss, and in the end she could not escape the reckoning of fate."

"I know you're not the real Ophelia Sarkistan."

She turned her face to the car window, not letting Ophelia observe her expression. "The real Lady Viper is dead. The one in front of me is just a creature that has merged part of her consciousness and personality. But I... I can't accept it completely, understand? You always remind me of that scene when you are in front of me with a face like this. It reminds me of... If only I had the courage to continue to confront my mother, I could have convinced her, and maybe that would have produced a different ending."

"Nissa doesn't really care."

Seeing that Ophelia didn't say anything, Michelle took out the exquisite double-edged dagger inlaid with gold and gems again: "She has no hatred against you in her past life, but I am different. To be honest, I am surprised that I can sit in the car with you like this."

"I have ruined many people's lives, Michela." Ophelia's expression was very calm, as if she was explaining a very ordinary thing: "I am still doing it now, including the things I am about to do, whether it is killing or coercion, all of this has nothing to do with hatred, it is just a conflict of interest and the need for expansion... and I will not regret it."

She looked into Michelle's eyes and said, "I am such a person, so my death at Watson's hands is the retribution for the evil deeds I have done in this life."

"I really am..."

Michelle sighed and shook her head. "Sometimes I really can't be sure whether you are a complete self-awareness or whether you are controlled by Watson to a certain extent. You give me the feeling of being a completely different person, even more than Jessica."

"I'm sorry about what happened to your mother." Ophelia looked at her: "If you want to hear this answer."

"What's the point of saying that?"

Miss Butterfly Knife smiled, but her expression still showed no joy: "Stabbing you a few times does make me feel better, but when I think about how many times I stab you, I can't kill you, and you are actually dead, it makes me even more... irritated."

"I would love to turn back into Watson or Jessica to keep you company, but unfortunately Hydra only recognizes the face of Ophelia Sarkistan. Let's wait until we get back to the base, okay? Since you don't want to see me, I won't appear in front of you as long as the situation allows."

"...No, it's up to you. It happened a long time ago, and you are just a memory and a personality." Michelle looked out the window: "But don't expect me to kiss your face, and don't mention my mother again."

"Of course, you have the final say."

......

Late at night, the convoy arrived safely at the High Castle Fortress.

Nisha specially cleared out a spacious room for Michelle to accommodate the incubator and the poison-making equipment. Not surprisingly, as soon as the two women met, Grand Duke Nisha directly mocked Miss Butterfly Knife for having gained a lot of weight - this was indeed obvious enough.

However, compared to Michelle's previous figure with extremely low body fat percentage, her current appearance can be regarded as that of a normal woman. The accumulation of fat is just right, so that she does not show any small belly, and makes Miss Butterfly Knife's waist and hip curves more attractive.

At least Nissa looked hungrier at her than before.

Although...it might be because of wanting to drink blood.

Ignoring the two provocative looks, Ophelia watched Nisha and Michelle disappear into Arad's room hugging each other, and sat on the sofa at the door and drank alone - these cellars came from the bars on the surface of the High Castle Fortress, just to meet the needs of the Hagui people and tourists, and tonight it was a move to save the day.

Snapped!

Ophelia lit a cigar.

With her hearing, it was not difficult for her to detect the movements in Arad's room.

It just feels a bit strange.

"Look what you've done, Ophelia."

The woman muttered to herself as she finished the wine in her glass: "Isn't this retribution coming?"

"Did you have a fight?"

Duchess Amalie Noctenula appeared at another door. "Excuse me, Lady Sarkistan, I wanted to report to Grand Duchess Nisha, but...it seems she is very busy right now. I guess it's better for me to continue waiting. Do you mind if I sit here?"

"...Sit down." Ophelia stared at her for a while, and gestured to the seat next to her. There was only one sofa, and there was really no other choice of seats: "It's a pity that I don't have anything for you to drink. Vampires can't taste human wine, right? This is really a pity."

“So I envy you.”

Amalie sat down next to Ophelia. The sofa was very narrow, so the two of them were pressed together. The Duchess was still wearing a very revealing evening dress tonight, so that Madam Viper could easily feel the wonderful touch of her thigh skin: "You can enjoy human food, you can easily defeat our most powerful soldiers, and most importantly... you can bask in the sun. This has been the dream of the vampires for many years."

"Everything has a price, Amalie."

"So...what's the price?" Amalie licked her lips and moved closer to Ophelia's face.

"The price is that you lost twelve consecutive qualifying matches."

"......What?"

"I mean, you are not qualified to have access to this kind of information." Ophelia reached for the bottle of wine, avoiding the Duchess's red lips that were getting closer and closer: "Keep doing your job well, prove your loyalty and ability, and maybe I will consider letting you have access to some information."

"I am proving my loyalty, Lady Sarkistan, and I offer you everything I have." The Duchess smiled and slowly touched her hand up: "You do have feelings for me, don't you? Why do you hide it?"

"You want to prove your loyalty?"

Ophelia raised the corners of her mouth.

"of course."

"Then stand up and stand next to me, now."

"......OK."

Amari did not show any frustration after being rejected so bluntly. She stood up and stood to the side of the sofa as if nothing had happened, posing as an elegant lady. "Do you want to know the progress of today's project?"

"Tell me about it."

"Okay, first of all, we have completed the second batch of material clearance at the blood-squeezing factory in the basement of the Vyšehrad Obstetrics and Gynecology Hospital. Prague will resettle and gradually dismiss these people, although the main expenses are borne by us, and there is also the risk of leaks."

"This is inevitable. After all, you never thought of letting them go when you kidnapped them. Even after such a long time, most of the blood-sucking materials may not be clear-headed." Ophelia leaned back and exhaled a puff of smoke: "I have always felt that this blood-sucking factory has been operating for too long. What do you think?"

“It was put into use in 1950, and three years later, we built the Vyšehrad Maternity Hospital on that land.” Amalie replied quickly: “If you want to know more about this history, I can retrieve the archives for you now.”

"I want a backup plan."

Madame Viper stared at the painting on the opposite wall. "Do we have a second blood-extracting factory in Prague at the moment?"

"No, ma'am."

"Find a new place near the suburbs, from the 12 counties of Central Czech Province. It should not only be a blood-sucking factory, but also one that can bear the collective relocation of personnel and equipment from the High Castle Fortress. You will be responsible for this matter personally, and keep it confidential. You have one week to give me a preliminary plan. If you are too busy with other things, I can talk to Grand Duke Nisha."

"Thank you, ma'am, but there is no problem on my side. I will arrange it right away." Amalie bowed and turned to walk out. Watching her leave, Ophelia held the cigar between her fingers and turned to look at the bedroom door: "Dear, how long do you want to hear it?"

"I clearly didn't make any sound?"

Nisha pushed the door open a crack: "I don't even have a heartbeat, how did you find out?"

“Because there is no sound.”

Ophelia put her cigar into the ashtray, straightened her clothes and stood up: "How is the little wild cat?"

"Oh, I want to invite you to visit my work and let you take over from me for the next round. I'm full, and the blood of this little wild cat is still so delicious." Nisha continued to open the door and stretched out a hand to pull Ophelia in. "Today is the important day of the first anniversary of your relationship. Am I right? Don't think about missing it."

"I can probably guess what you're up to." Taking one look at the woman's leather-bound outfit, Ophelia smiled and began to unbutton her clothes. "I'm afraid I have to change my appearance. Michelle can't accept my current face."

"Then can't you stay with me first?"

A small hand tugged at her sleeve from the side: "We have known each other for a long time."

Ophelia and Nisha looked down and saw Alesha Gilesby, a little girl in an old school uniform, standing on tiptoe with a smile on her face.