The Omnipotent Empress

Chapter 42 "Third Date: Passion"

(WARNING: BAD WORDS/SWEARING, BAD GRAMMAR, BLOOD, AND VIOLENCE)

Talking/Whispering/Yelling: "______"

Thinking/Thoughts/Telepathy:
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Unique Talking: •_______•

Me talking: (____)

Game system: _____:) _____:( _____;D

Sage: "'_______'"

Ziselaer talk/password talk: >_______<

Sound effects: *_________*

Game Announcements: [_______]

October 12

The morning of October 12th unfurled like silk across the horizon, the pale sun draping light through the mists of the Eruvalen Forest. The woods shimmered faintly with mana, each leaf vibrating with unseen life. Air hummed like the low note of a divine instrument, and at its heart moved one woman whose every step brought balance to chaos - Renata Ziselaer.

She walked between towering whitewood trees, her violet pupils glinting beneath long dark lashes. In her hand gleamed a transparent violet sword, its surface humming like glass touched by a storm. Her aura was calm yet immense, radiating pressure that made the mana particles scatter and bow around her.

Before her, the ground trembled. A beast emerged from the mist - a Velvet Mornyx, an A-class monster said to resemble both goat and bird, beautiful yet horrifying. Its long white feathers shimmered like silk, while its horns curled elegantly backward, tipped with silver. Yet its eyes glowed red with hunger, and when it screamed, the sound shattered small stones around it.

Renata tilted her head, calm and unflinching. "A Mornyx. How rare."

The creature leapt with impossible grace, claws outstretched, wings slicing the air like blades. But Renata moved faster. Her sword flicked once - a violet blur through sunlight - and the beast's head turned midair, frozen, before its entire form fell in a slow, almost graceful collapse.

Blood perfumed the air. Its mana crystal pulsed inside its chest - large, luminous, and swirling with lavender hues. Renata knelt, her movements deliberate, and slid the crystal out. Warm, glowing, and alive, it radiated a strange sweetness - the signature of creatures that had once devoured the power of nature itself. She let the energy hum through her palm for a moment, then set it aside.

"Beautiful," a deep voice murmured from above.

Renata didn't need to look. The soft pressure of an ancient gaze was enough. Doverin Siberia Sanguilis, the Vampire King himself, stood upon a fallen log, his long white hair glowing like moonlight filtered through fog. His crimson eyes followed her movements with quiet admiration, the corner of his lips curving into a knowing smile.

"You're supposed to be resting," Renata said evenly, straightening as the wind teased her hair. "You don't need to stalk me every time I take a request."

"Stalk?" Doverin chuckled softly, stepping down. The leaves didn't even crunch beneath his boots-he moved like a whisper. "I call it observing. I find your precision... soothing. The way you move, Renata-it's as if the laws of battle were written just for you."

Renata ignored the flattery, kneeling again to check the monster's remaining parts. "You're wasting your time."

He reached down, brushing the black fur that lined the creature's neck. Its texture shimmered faintly with residual magic. His crimson gaze lingered. "This fur... It's exquisite."