Chapter 3047

A moment later.

The light of the magic array faded slowly, and Fei'erwen's expression was complex, hard to tell whether it was surprise or disappointment.

"He... is definitely not a blood clan."

Fei'erwen spoke slowly, his voice returning to its usual calm: "But it's obvious, Saiyin, there is some kind of contract-like bond between you and him; perhaps you merely placed a blood contract on him."

"If you truly intended the Embrace, perhaps something went wrong in that process; the bloodline didn't complete the transformation, but the contract part remained."

But for Fei'erwen's vague suspicion, this result was an outright denial.

If Jin Chen were truly His Majesty, he would certainly not establish such a blood contract bond with Saiyin.

Saiyin's heart was a mix of emotions: "Then why does he have no other reaction?"

Jin Chen walked out of the fading magic array light, hearing Saiyin's question, he lightly tugged at his lips and said, "Perhaps it's because you, my lord, are more capable?"

Saiyin: "……Oh."

He forced himself to calm down and look away; the inexplicable irritation was soothed a little by that praise.

Fei'erwen's gaze remained fixed on Jin Chen, unwilling to believe that this person before him had no relation whatsoever to Emperor Motisi.

After scanning the cozy room arranged by Jin Chen, Fei'erwen's eyes flickered slightly, he restrained all outward emotion and said, "Jin Chen, you seem to like roses very much?"

Jin Chen's answer was flawless: "It was sent by Lord Saiyin."

Saiyin froze for a moment.

"Did he send it? When did he send it… Wait, I think there was once when he casually snapped off a flower in the garden that looked decent and tossed it into Jin Chen's room, and somehow Jin Chen ended up growing it!"

Saiyin grew increasingly restless, naturally stepping between Jin Chen and Fei'erwen, and said, "Testing is done; I'll send you out."

Fei'erwen watched Saiyin's protective gesture, smiled faintly, said no more, picked up the cane leaning against the wall, bowed slightly, and said, "Then I'll take my leave."

Saiyin half‑forcibly had Fei'erwen leave the room, and casually closed the door, then said to Jin Chen, "Wait for me to come back."

After the door closed, when Fei'erwen reached the corridor corner, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and leaned against the wall.

"Saiyin, do you still remember His Majesty Motisi?"

Saiyin didn't know why Fei'erwen suddenly brought up that primordial prince who had long since fallen, existing only in legend and the root of his suffering.

"Why are you asking this?" Saiyin frowned.

Fei'erwen: "He once performed the first embrace on you; do you completely not remember His Majesty?"

Remember, how could Saiyin possibly not remember; that memory is too distant and too painful.

Saiyin's feelings toward Motisi are complex.

To the blood clan, Motisi is the father who transformed him, the founder who turned him from an ordinary elf into a blood noble, granting him power, status, and an eternal life.

But Motisi is also the one who, after giving him everything, gave him no acknowledgment ritual, no blood needed for growth, only a single drop of blood for the transformation, then left Saiyin to bear alone the power that forever rends him.

Reverence, admiration.

Resentment, longing, fear.

These emotions have accumulated in his heart for over six hundred years, turning into an tangled skein that cannot be sorted out.

"Motisi's visage is never shown outwardly; I have never seen it, only remember…… his blood soul artifact mask."

Fei'erwen remained silent for a long time, then turned, lightly tapped his staff on the ground, and continued walking down the hallway.

Perhaps, he really was overthinking it.

——

In the room, having listened to the whole thing, Jin Chen slightly tilted his head, a faint thought flickering in the depths of his eyes.

Ah…… it seems that long, long ago, a blood clan named Motisi transformed the delicious Count into a second‑generation blood noble.

So, the first embrace……

【Ling Gun Gun.】

The glowing little cat popped out again, 【Here, Host!】

Jin Chen asked, 【Who is Motisi?】

Ling Gun Gun's halo flickered a few times, 【Hehe, this…… I don't know!】

【Trigger new stage mission: attend the final banquet of the Blood Moon Festival, and during the banquet, retrieve your blood soul artifact. Mission rewards are generous!】

After Ling Gun Gun sent the mission, it went offline; it had just promised the boss to go stroll at the edge of the crystal stone area.

【Host, keep going~ Lord Pixiu wants to continue cultivating~】

Just then, the room door was pushed open again.

Saiyin took a few steps to Jin Chen's front, directly sat into his embrace, stared at him with his blood eyes shimmering with watery light, then leaned in and kissed his lips.

This kiss was without order; his fangs accidentally brushed Jin Chen's lower lip, causing a sting; Jin Chen let him kiss, even slightly opening his mouth to accommodate this somewhat rushed intrusion.

His hand rested on Saiyin's waist, five fingers curling to grip that thin deep‑purple robe, his thumb lightly rubbing the curve at the waist.

After a while of kissing, Saiyin seemed unsatisfied with mere lip‑and‑teeth entanglement, his blood‑colored eyes hazy as he looked at the spot on Jin Chen's neck where last night's light pink tooth marks remained on the skin, wanting to bite through that thin layer of skin, wanting to drink blood.

However, Jin Chen did not, as usual, tilt his neck back or actively offer his wrist to his lips; instead, his fingertips lightly rubbed Saiyin's side waist skin, and the hand stroking his hair slid to the cold nape, pressing down.

This was soothing, yet more a silent control, deliberately not letting Saiyin easily obtain what he most wanted.

Saiyin's body, under Jin Chen's intermittent caressing, uncontrollably trembled slightly; that familiar sensation swept over again.

He uncomfortably rubbed against Jin Chen's embrace, his nose tip pressing against the skin near Jin Chen's collarbone, emitting a whimper tinged with tears; his fangs unconsciously elongated behind his lips, pressing against the inner side of his lower lip, leaving two shallow indentations.

"Jin Chen..."

"My lord, what do you want?"

Saiyin's lips slightly opened, moving toward Jin Chen's neck side.

"Not in a hurry." Jin Chen lowered his gaze at him, a hint of a wicked smile flickering in his eyes; still not satisfying his blood‑drinking request, he instead lifted Saiyin from his embrace, turned, and placed him on the long table behind him.