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

When Wen Xi appeared on the teleportation circle in the underground palace, all the eliminated vampires were stunned.

After all, no one looked like Wen Xi, as if she had been sent flying, with deep claw marks and a slap mark on her face. It was a devastating combination of physical and emotional damage. For the always proud Wen Xi, this was the ultimate humiliation, a public display of her defeat. Even the True Ancestors, witnessing her disheveled state, remained silent. But it was clear that no monster of the gray fog could have inflicted such injuries. It had to be another vampire.
The onlookers quickly turned their attention to the leaderboard, where Wofoo’s ranking had surged, and Adele’s had also risen slightly. It was obvious who was responsible. But it was also unbelievable. Two lowly mixed-bloods… even working together, they shouldn’t have been able to defeat a Sequence One elemental vampire like Wen Xi, let alone Adele, a mere Sequence Five. Yet, the impossible had happened.
The True Ancestors’ reactions were… intriguing. They seemed unconcerned by Wofoo’s rise, their attention focused solely on Adele’s progress.

Wofoo and Adele were now in the middle of the rankings. But after some time, they eliminated another vampire who had once bullied Wofoo, their points propelling them into the top thirty. The gray fog, however, had limited their opportunities for further advancement; most vampires were in hiding, waiting for it to dissipate. Adele and Wofoo’s aggressive tactics were a stark contrast to the prevailing caution, a bold strategy that, while risky, was proving surprisingly effective.
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Within the Secret Realm, Adele, unable to resist, reached out and gently stroked Wofoo’s ear. “My poor little wolf,” she murmured.

“W-what…?” Wofoo, startled by the unexpected gesture, blushed, her mind unable to keep pace with Adele’s sudden shift in affection.
Adele didn’t explain, the gentle touch a silent expression of comfort and empathy. She felt a pang of sympathy for Wofoo, imagining the hardships the werewolf hybrid must have endured in Twilight City. It was the only explanation for why almost every vampire they encountered had bullied Wofoo at some point. Of course, the “bullying” was mostly verbal abuse and menial tasks; the low-ranking, mixed-blood Wofoo wasn’t exactly desirable to these high-ranking vampires. Perhaps this was Wofoo’s only consolation. And Adele’s as well. They hadn’t seen the beauty hidden beneath Wofoo’s hood, the strength and grace of her body concealed by her loose clothing.
Wofoo was handsome, her androgynous features and sharp eyes softened by a shy vulnerability, her wolf ears twitching invitingly under Adele’s touch. There was a quiet dignity about her, a wolfish pride that set her apart from the more… subservient vampires.

Wofoo, though confused by Adele’s sudden affection, leaned into the touch, her heart warming under Adele’s gentle caress. It was a novel experience, this feeling of being cared for, of being cherished. Adele’s concern for her, for things Wofoo herself barely noticed, touched her deeply, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. She quickly turned away, pretending to be merely shy.
Adele, withdrawing her hand, the warmth of Wofoo’s soft ear still lingering on her fingertips, felt a sense of… satisfaction. She hadn’t encountered any true beast-eared girls yet, but First Snow and Wofoo were close enough.
“Then let’s continue our happy vampire hunt!” she declared, her cheerful tone a stark contrast to the words themselves.

And wasn’t Adele a vampire herself?
But within the Secret Realm, in this trial of blood… such hypocrisy was the norm. The Blood Trial was designed to foster competition, to weed out the weak, and Adele’s words, though chilling, were perfectly in line with the spirit of the trial. In fact, most of the eliminated participants were those who hadn’t yet adapted to the trial’s brutal rules, their early exits filled with regret.
As the gray fog began to dissipate, the competition intensified. Xiao Ai wasn’t the source of the fog, she merely controlled it, along with its monstrous inhabitants. The Secret Realm, with its limited lifespan of two or three days, would soon become a true battleground. Some participants chose to focus on gathering Blood Essence, hoping to enhance their bloodlines and improve their chances of survival. Others, however, saw it as an opportunity to eliminate the competition, to claim the realm’s resources for themselves. The latter, driven by ambition and a thirst for power, were the majority. Among them, Adele and Wofoo were a unique pair, their combined strength enough to rival even a True Ancestor, as Wen Xi’s defeat had clearly demonstrated.

They could have stayed in their safe haven, waiting for the others to come to them. But they chose to explore, following the course of a clear river, hoping to uncover the Secret Realm’s hidden depths, to find its true treasures, to answer the age-old question: did the Secret Realm have an end? The True Ancestors, guardians of its secrets, offered no answers, perhaps hoping the younger generation would find their own way, or perhaps waiting for a different “being” to reach that place, to claim the treasures they themselves couldn’t possess.
Adele, however, wasn’t one for deep philosophical musings. She enjoyed the journey, the thrill of the hunt, her carefree demeanor a stark contrast to the tension of the trial.
As they walked, she occasionally took out the chalcedony droplet, Xiao Ai’s transformed form, and held it in her hand, admiring its smooth, blood-red surface. A faint, scarlet glow emanated from it, a comforting warmth that filled Adele’s heart. But for Wofoo, the light held a different meaning, a seductive allure that made her blood race, her gaze becoming hazy, her mind fixated on the blood-red gem. For a brief moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to snatch it, to drink it, a desperate craving that she quickly suppressed, biting her tongue until she tasted blood, the pain anchoring her to reality.

“…Put it away, Adele, please!” she gasped, kneeling ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) on the ground, her hands clutching her mouth, her fangs lengthening.
“Wofoo?” Adele, alarmed by Wofoo’s sudden distress, quickly tucked the chalcedony back into her pocket. She knelt beside Wofoo, her hand gently stroking the girl’s hair, using her rudimentary healing magic to soothe the wound on Wofoo’s tongue. It was, after all, a very important part… for certain activities… Ahem, never mind.
But Adele’s true concern was Wofoo’s reaction to Xiao Ai’s blood.
Wofoo quickly recovered, but the memory of that sudden, overwhelming craving still lingered.

“I don’t know why,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “but when I looked at the droplet, my blood… it felt like it was boiling. Something deep within me craved it, it even… overshadowed my own will for a moment. I even thought, if I were a pure-blooded vampire, without the werewolf bloodline… I might have attacked you, Adele!”
“How could that be…?” Adele’s eyes widened in alarm.
“Of course, it wouldn’t be directed at you, Adele, but at that drop of blood,” Wofoo clarified.

So, in her eyes, the chalcedony that Xiao Ai transformed into was truly a drop of alluring blood.
But could blood… also be solid?
Or perhaps… jade-like?

Adele no longer dared to expose the “blood droplet” to Wofoo.
And she definitely wouldn’t expose it to pure-blooded vampires.
God knows how tempting it would be for them.

She suddenly recalled an ancient legend, or rather, a piece of the original story’s lore.
The birth of the vampire race began with the twelve True Ancestors.
And there were two theories about the birth of the twelve True Ancestors.

One theory was that they found a treasure from the mythical era and used its ancient power to transform themselves, gaining powerful abilities and long lifespans.
The price was the original sin of drinking blood, which they had to bear.
There was also a legend that they became True Ancestors simply by drinking the blood of a single “person.”

But was that really a “person”?
If drinking her blood could make one a True Ancestor…
How powerful must she have been?

Even calling her a “god” wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
The legend Adele was thinking about was the second theory about the origin of True Ancestors.
If this was the truth…

It was hard not to associate the blood that the True Ancestors drank with the “blood droplet” that Xiao Ai transformed into.
It was even possible that this drop of blood that Xiao Ai transformed into was the key to becoming a True Ancestor!
If she followed this line of thought, then it was understandable why Wofoo was suddenly controlled by the desire in her bloodline, instinctively wanting to drink the drop of blood that Xiao Ai had transformed into.

After all, the blood of the True Ancestors flowed in her veins.
In a sense, it was perfectly normal for the True Ancestors to carve the desire for this blood into their DNA.
Facing such blood, no vampire could resist the temptation.

The temptation to become a True Ancestor.
Even their descendants would be controlled by this desire, briefly becoming slaves to their own bloodline.
Of course, this was just Adele’s speculation.

Deep down, she didn’t want this to be the truth.
Xiao Ai was Xiao Ai, whether she was a being born in this Secret Realm or the embodiment of its will…
At least she shouldn’t become the target of everyone’s attention.

Adele didn’t have any special ambitions, nor did she need this kind of power.
Indeed, she hadn’t known Xiao Ai for long, they were just strangers who happened to meet.
And it was because Xiao Ai happened to look like her that Adele cared so much.

But that didn’t prevent Adele from hoping that Xiao Ai could leave this Secret Realm.
She hoped that Xiao Ai could live a pampered life in the outside world, the life a normal little girl should have.
This was far more meaningful than this life-or-death competition and endless rat race.

“Wofoo, if Xiao Ai is the key to becoming a True Ancestor… what would you think?”
Adele’s eyes lowered, her voice soft.
Wofoo’s pupils trembled, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

“Are you talking about… that legend?”
As a member of the vampire race, she wasn’t that ignorant.
“If it’s true, I won’t covet it.”

“Xiao Ai is Xiao Ai…”
“If anyone wants to hurt her, I won’t allow it.”
Her answer was the same as Adele’s!

As expected of the girl Adele had chosen!
This gave Adele some confidence that her harem could also resist the desire for this blood in their bloodlines.
Otherwise, Adele wouldn’t dare to introduce Xiao Ai to them.

If she wasn’t careful…
Xiao Ai would be “eaten,” and Adele wouldn’t even have a place to cry!
But they probably wouldn’t dare to do anything to Xiao Ai even if they entered a state of bloodlust.

As long as Adele didn’t allow it.
Because compared to satisfying themselves, Adele’s love was more important to them.
Losing Adele’s love would be the most terrifying thing.

Xiao Ai seemed to be able to sense Adele’s heart, she knew that “Mama” would never abandon her no matter what.
The blood jade she had transformed into felt slightly warm against Adele’s chest.