Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic - Book 3: Chapter 68: An Unpleasant Dusk

Scarlet

I wake up in the middle of the morning to the sound of my room’s window opening, making me shoot up while activating my armor, only to find a demon peeking their head through the raised hatch of the window.

Then our gazes meet.

“Shit,” he mutters making me realize I don’t have my cloak on as his eyes wander to my ears, but I don’t give him the time to retreat as I wave my hand, sending several blades of blood to skewer the guy, knocking him off of the window in the process with a scream of pain.

Annoying.

I get up out of the bed and walk over to the window before looking down to find him with a blade of blood running through each extremity as he fails miserably to get up off the ground while screaming. So I end it quickly with another blade of blood straight through the throat of the demon – who happens to be another mummified orc.

To my surprise, no one leaves their homes or stores, ignoring what had happened. And just a few minutes later, a guard of the city walks into the street before glancing at the corpse, raising his hand, and burning it to ash. Then he looks up at me, his eyes widening at the sight of my ears.

A second passes in silence.

The guard bows his head in polite respect and walks away.

Huh.

Guess it’s perfectly fine to go murdering a would-be thief.

I close my window again, wishing I had some sort of skill that could trap it or protect my room from thieves. But then again, my instincts and life sense make it so that I wake up right away. So it’s not really an issue.

Just means I’ll be waking up every time a thief sneaks in. Or tries to sneak in.

Actually, now that I think about it, the inn had a clause about thieves, didn’t it? Something about the rooms having enchantments to block people without a key to the room from actually getting inside even if they opened the window or the door.

Meaning the idiot probably would’ve been stuck at the window even if I didn’t wake up and kill him.

I stare at the closed window for a few seconds before shrugging at the thought and going back to bed, deactivating my armor as it’s not the most comfortable thing to sleep in.

After waking up at dusk, I have food brought to my room where I then eat it and begin leaving the inn. Only to end up finding several guards standing outside, making me tense up. But none of them seem ready to fight, or even tense at all. Which confuses me.

“Are you Miss Scarlet?” One of the guards asks, bringing my attention to the center one who is Class IV and closer to Class V than III.

My eyes narrow.

Okay, yeah, in hindsight I probably shouldn’t have told someone my name.

“Why does it matter?” I ask with a frown hidden beneath my cloak.

The guards look surprised before their laxed mannerisms turn slightly more stern. But before any of them can say anything, a voice echoes in the area, startling both us and our little crowd of spectators that is building up, “Because I would like to meet you, Lady Scarlet.”

Everyone around us appears absolutely shocked by what the feminine voice says, but my eyes just narrow further.

If I had to guess, that was probably the Baroness of the city. And she, just like all the other Nobles, know what I look like.

Annoying.

That’s really all I can consider this situation.

Just plain annoying.

At this point, refusing her will just attract attention to me. Not to mention it might upset the Baroness as well.

I let out a sigh before answering, “Very well.”

The guards appear to relax at that, and we all begin heading towards the large manor at the center of the city. Meanwhile anyone who was watching just stare in shock at what just happened.

Good thing I was planning on leaving the city first thing in the… night? First thing in the night.

Still getting used to that.

“It’ll come,” Tar says. “And it’ll probably get confusing again when you make it back to Earth eventually.”

True.

Why do the two planets have to be so different? Not only is Tartarus just so much bigger than Earth, with a much larger population, but day and night is inverted, and the blood moon is always out…

There are still times I wake up forgetting that I’m on Tartarus and look to the sky to find the blood moon there.

“Yeah, I remember you doing that once…” Tar mutters, sounding slightly downcast himself. Something I’ve noticed since we first entered the city.

Wait, are you upset you can’t travel on me while we’re in the city?

He doesn’t respond, basically admitting his guilt.

I am not your mode of transportation.

The tanuki doesn’t respond.

I’m not.

Seriously.

He still doesn’t say anything.

I huff very lightly in irritation as I continue walking through the street with the guards. And eventually we reach the large manor. Or rather, the gate to the large fence around it, where the guards open the gate in short manner.

Then we proceed inside.

The manor itself is quite large and is made out of a mixture of wood, which I can’t help but wonder where they got, some sort of silver metal that has mana in it, and sandstone. It’s about four stories tall and is very wide but not too long.

Overall a nice place, but not of a style that I like. Not somewhere I’d want to live.

But I’ve also grown to dislike sand in my time on this continent, even though it’s only been a month.

Honestly kind of wish I chose to go to the Northeastern continent instead already. Even if there are gluttonous ghouls and envious spiders there.

“You think as you’re going to go see a spider,” Tar comments, making my eye twitch.

She’s a Sloth Sin spider. It’s not the same.

And besides. From what I’ve heard, shadow weavers don’t use their spider form very often. Because they apparently are able to weave their shadow silk better in their human form for some reason.

Doesn’t make much sense, but I’m not gonna question it.

Anyways, most of the guards leave me once we get to the porch of the manor, leaving only a single guard still with me who escorts me inside.

Time to meet the baroness, I guess.